Generation Next - CC - {COMPLETE}

[Lady Scorpio]

Chapter 10


I felt like the air had been knocked out of me as I flopped back down in my chair. Max was gone, and it was all my fault. I remember how the tears burned my cheeks as they made their way downwards. There was talking and activity all around me, but I had completely tuned them out. The only thing that had been running thru my head, was that I had reacted to quickly, and placed Max in more danger..........What kind of Queen was I?.............

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Numb......she felt completely numb inside as she climbed into the cool sheets. The meeting had lasted another hour, before Deja insisted they stopped for the evening, and have something to eat. Liz hadn’t been hungry, and pushed her food around her plate, as her vision continued to blur with tears.

“Why don’t you go lay down, I’ll take care of things” Michael had said, grabbing a hold of her hand, stopping the fork as she scrapped it across the plate. She lifted her tear stained face to his, and slightly nodded. He stood up and moved to assist her, but she gently refused his offer.
She vaguely remembered walking down the long corridor, or Deja as she helped her out of her gown, and into her night clothes. All she could feel was grief and guilt consuming her, ripping at her fragile heart. She needed him.........she needed Max, and because she had been so reckless in her decision, he wasn’t with her.........safe, and on their way home to their children and family. Instead, he was still in the hands of their enemy, and they hadn’t the slightest idea were he was.

Resting her head against the soft pillow, Liz let the tears and sobs totally take her under. She cried and cried, and when she thought she had nothing left.......she cried some more. The bed shifted behind her, and arms wrapped themselves around her waist.

“It’s ok........shh, it’s ok........we’re going to find him” Isabel whispered against her as she spooned Liz. Her own voice tight with tears. When Liz had left the meeting, she had stayed to see exactly was they were going to do now. She knew Liz would want to know, but as soon as they decided to call it a night, she was down the hall in an instant. She could feel all the guilt and worries coming from Liz, and she wanted to be there for her. Quickly, she had changed out of her gown, and made her way into Liz’s room. She was curled up in a little ball, and from the way that her body shook, Isabel knew she had came just in time.

Liz grabbed Isabel’s hand in a desperate hold, and rested it against her stomach. She could hear the catch in Isabel’s voice, and knew, just like she was here for her, she was also there for her.

“Oh Izzy....” her cries got louder, or maybe it was the combination of both their cries, who knows. All they knew was they were crying for the same person, and needed each others strength. The foot of the bed dipped, and they both lifted their heads to a teary eyed Tess.

“Got room for one more” she tried to smile, but it got stuck somewhere between her lips and eyes. Liz turned onto her back, and patted the empty spot next to her. Tess eagerly climbed in, and laced her fingers thru Liz’s left hand. She rested her head on her should, and Isabel did the same. Together they laid in silence, every once and a while a sob would erupt from one of them, but the other two were quick to offer comfort.

“Hey” Michael’s head stuck thru the door cautiously.

“It’s ok Michael, come on in” Michael entered the room fully, and closed the door securely behind him. Walking over to the huge bed, they all gave him a warm smile.

“Um....yeah.....um....I’ll just...” he gestured towards the floor, before stretching out along side the bed. He had been laying in his bed, staring at the ceiling, when his thoughts turned to Maria and Amaris. It wasn’t like he didn’t want to think about them, but he thought that if he didn’t think about them, he wouldn’t miss them so much.........that plan definitely failed. His thoughts had turned to the earlier events at the meeting, and his frustration increase. They were so close, but now they were right back at square one. He knew Liz blamed herself for what’s happening, but how could she had known. None of them knew what was really happening, all they knew was that they wanted Max back, and had came here to get him.

He had felt her sorrow and guilt, and he had also felt when Isabel had went to her, and not long after that.......Tess. The three of them combined, were sending him into an emotional wreck, and plus with the thoughts of Maria and Amaris running thru his head, he knew he wasn’t going to be sleeping anytime soon. He had realized as he looked around the massive room, that he too didn’t want to be alone right now, Tess, Isabel and Liz were the only family he had on this planet, and they needed him. They all needed the comfort of the others.....they had to hold each other together. So he threw on a t-shirt and some pants, and made his way to Liz’s room, were he knew they all were.

Isabel tossed him a pillow and blanket. Placing the blanket across his hips, he settled the pillow under his head, and stared at the ceiling. They were all wide awake, and deep in their on thoughts, that was, until Tess’ giggles penetrated the air.

“What?” they all inquired. She waved her hand absently, trying to get control of herself

“.....nothing, it’s..it’s just this feels more like a asleep over, then a rescue attempt” she sobered suddenly at the thought of their pending rescue of Max. Sure they don’t know exactly were he was, but she had faith that they would find him soon, and bring him home. Liz, Isabel and Michael thought about what she said, and couldn’t help the small smile that graced their lips, as they thought about what they must look like all crowded in one bed, with Michael resting protectively on the floor at their feet. A comfortable silence fell over them, as one by one they drifted into sleeps tempting embrace, all with one person resting on their minds.......Max.

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Liz blinked several times, trying to contemplating her surroundings. She remembered falling asleep long after hearing Tess, Isabel and Michael compete for the ‘Loudest Snorer’ title, hoping for a dreamless night. Every since they found out Max was alive, she was plagued with the horrible images of Max being torture by Kivar and his minions. As soon as she was in a deep sleep, she knew that she wasn’t so lucky, but something was different about this dream. The plane was totally different then her usually dream plane, no this felt more like when she dreamwalked someone. She moved slowly thru the thick haze that surrounded her. A noise to her left, had her feet moving tentative towards it.

“Liz?” Michael’s concerned voice reached her ears. He could fell her near, but the heavy fog was hindering his view. He didn’t know what was happening, the last thing he remembered was falling asleep on the floor at the foot of Liz’s bed.

“Michael.......” she weave thru the haze, and listened carefully as his footsteps grew closer. Finally after a few seconds, she collided with something solid. Reaching out to balance herself, she felt hands grab her arms.

“Liz, are you ok” Michael stepped back, and the fog lifted enough for him to make out her form.

“Yeah” she moved back slightly, trying to see were exactly they were.

“Michael.....Liz” Isabel and Tess’ frighten voices came from behind them, and the fog completely lifted, and they saw them running towards them. They threw their arms around them into a tight embrace.

“My....my, isn’t that touching” a sneering voice came from behind them, breaking them up. Michael immediately stepped in front of the girls, his hand stretched out, ready for attack.

“Calm down Rath, you can’t hurt me here, just like I can’t hurt you” Kivar smirked. Michael completely ignored him, and kept his stance.

“Where’s Max” Michael demanded. Kivar stepped forward, causing them to step back. Kivar stopped his advance, and anger rose within him, as he thought about Zan. Seeing the evil glares he was receiving from the four of them.

“Relax....he’s still alive.........barely” a evil smile came across his face, and it sent Liz into a frenzy.

“You Bastard!” she launched forward at him, only to have Tess and Isabel put a restraining hold on her. She struggled against them, until finally she knew it was useless.

“Are we finished with our little tantrum” he asked calmly. Liz just stared at him.

“I must say Your Highness” he bite out “you do know how to stir up things, don’t you”a chair materialized before him, and he sat down and crossed his legs “when you sent off that little signal of yours, you caused a little hope to rise in the people of Antar........and the pathetic Zan” he picked at his nails, and raised an eyebrow at her.

“What do you want” she asked calmly. Realizing she wasn’t going to get any answers by lashing out at him. She stepped from behind Michael.

“What are you doing” he hissed to her. Instead of answering him, Liz took a step closer to Kivar. Kivar stood and made as if pondering her question. Turning to her, he smiled briefly.

“It’s simple really.......I want the Seal.......oh and of course you all dead” he stated, his face sat in stone. Liz pushed back the anger that was threatening to burst out of her.

“Not going to happen” she spoke thru gritted teeth.

“Oh really” the air around them shifted, and they found their selves standing in a room. It was just a small room with four blank walls and a ceiling. In one of the corners, there was a cot, and a figure laid motionless on it, covered by a dirty blanket. Strands of brown locks peeked out from under it. Liz knew without doubt who it was.

“Max..” Liz made to move towards him, when Kivar’s voice stopped her in her tracks.

“Oh.....he can’t hear you.....his mind’s a little.........detached” his laughter sent chills down their spines, as they stared at Max’s motionless form. Feeling the tears sting her eyes, Isabel turned murderous eyes to him.



“What did you do to him” she shouted out.

“Don’t worry Princess, you’ll find out soon enough” before they could question him more, they were forcefully thrown out of the connection.

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“Noooo!” Liz shouted as she sat up forcefully in the bed. Tess, Isabel and Michael also sat up, and they all gasped for air. Liz was shaking badly, and it took all her strength to control the sparks of energy that coursed thru her. Michael stood up and began to pace the floor, while the girls clung to each other.

“What the hell just happen........how did he do that” Tess and Isabel shook their head in confusion, but Liz brought her knees to her chest, and wrapped herself in a ball.

“Me” she whispered, they all stared at her.

“What do you mean Liz” Tess rubbed her back, thinking Liz was just shelving the blame. Liz had been listening as she stared at Max laying on the cot. She had wondered what Kivar meant when he said Max’s mind was detached, when it hit her. He had some how taken control of Max’s mind, and since she and Max were connected, it was simple for him to get into her mind, pulling the others along for the ride. Before she could open her mouth to explain, a loud explosion rocked the building.

“What was that” they all jumped to their feet, as the doors flung open. A disheveled Brian stood in the doorway.

“We have to move” Brian shouted. There were shouts and running in the hall, and he rushed to Liz’s side. A quick wave of their hands, and they were dressed in a pair of running shoes, t-shirt and jeans. Making sure everyone was ready, Brian lead them into the hall. Seeing Nasedo run past him, Michael grabbed his arm.

“What’s going on” he shouted as they ran after Brian.

“Kivar’ and his men are attacking”

“What! How did they find us”

“When we used the Granolith, it sent off a signal, and Kivar had some men positioned nearby”

“They followed us” Michael concluded.

“Not really, he used Max and Liz’s connection to lead him to her” Michael stopped dead in his tracks.

“You mean he had been using her....fuck”

“We got to keep moving” Veser said pushing them forward , as he ran up behind them with Deja at his side.

“We are we going” Tess asked.

“There’s another underground storage about a mile from here” Lex informed them. Rushing to a nearby wall. Again it slid open, revealing a secret passageway. Everyone rushed in, before he closed it back up again.

“This way” they moved in silence, it was only about thirty of them total. An hour later, they arrived to their destination.

“We can rest here for the time being” Lex sat down his knapsack, and sunk low on the ground, Deja planted firmly at his side. The confines were small, and it barely housed them all. Michael, Veser, Nesedo and Brian were having a hushed conversation in a corner, and from the angry vibes Michael was sending off, it wasn’t a pleasant one. Liz sat against the cold wall, and rested her head in her hands. She felt someone sink beside her.

“You ok” Brian watched her closely. She just sat there “Liz.....”

~~~ “You know you can’t hide from me........come to me Liz” his voice was taunting.

“And if I refuse” she retorted.

“Oh you won’t” something shifted in the connection.

“Liz?”

“Max.......Max!” Liz’s voice was panic. He sounded so weak and she could barely feel him.

“Stay away Liz.......d-don’t come here....he-he’ll kill you”

“I can’t leave you Max.....I need you” she sobbed. ~~~

Brian watched as tears flowed down her cheeks, and her lips moved desperately. He didn’t know what was going on, but he vowed to stay by her side. Michael stopped talking to Isabel, when a wave of sorrow washed over him. He immediately turned, and saw Brian sitting next to Liz with his hand resting on her arm.

“What happen” he asked as he sat down on her other side.

“I don’t know, she was like this when I came over......do you think it’s the connection” he asked worriedly. Michael shrug his shoulders and called her name.

~~~ “You....you have to leave Liz........please” his plead was desperate, and she could hear the tears in his voice.

“No, I can’t.....I won’t” her voice strong and stubborn.

“You....you promised.....you promised to put the twins first” He reminded her of the promise they made to each other when this whole thing started, and hope she would honor it. She remembered, but how could she leave him, he is the love of her life. Before she could respond, there was another ripple in the connection.

“Noooo!” she sobbed.

“Now..now Your Highness..no need to cry.........come and get him!” he pushed her out of the connection, and Liz’s head threw back against the wall. Her body shook with shattering sobs, the throbbing in her head ignored. ~~~~

“Liz........Liz” Michael shook her, and her eyes slowly opened “you ok......what happened?”

By now, everyone was standing around her with concerned faces. She ran her hands over her face to remove the traces of tears. Lex stood off from the group with his arms crossed over his chest. He knew something like this would happen. The Queen and Kings connection, was going to be their downfall. He knew without a doubt how Kivar and his men had found them, and it’s the exact reason that he never sent that signal back to them. He knew that if he sent the signal for them to come, Kivar would be able to Mindrape the King, and use his connection with the Queen to lure them to him.

Liz moved to stand up, and Michael and Brian helped her to her feet. She stood wobbly, and shook her head, wincing at the throbbing there. She closed her eyes to fight off the dizziness that was threatening to take over.

“I’m fine” she assured them.

“What happened” Michael demanded. Liz turned tearful eyes to him.

“God Michael.....we-we have to get him out of there. He says not to come, but I-I can’t leave him there to died” she cried into his chest as he pulled her against him.

“Of course we’re not leaving him Liz, we’ll save him, and bring him home” he cupped her face in his hands, willing her to see the determination in his words.

“He’s so scared.....and weak....god, I could barely feel him” she whispered.

“Shhh, he’ll be ok” hoping his words were true. She nodded against him, and her small whimpers quieted down. Michael sent everyone a look that said to back up, and they all went back to what they were doing.

“Your Highness” Liz looked up to see Deja standing over her with a small glass of water encased in her hand.

“Thank you” she nodded, and sat down next to Liz. After she had calmed down, Liz had filled them in on what Kivar had said, and they had sat around to come up with a plan to rescue Max. They knew it was useless trying to hide, even if she could block the connection, Kivar would find a way to penetrate it. So the only thing they could do was get him before he got them. Liz knew where he was, he had given her that much........taunting her to come.

“Are you scared” Deja asked her, breaking her out of her thoughts.

“A little.......but I have to push that fear aside if I want to save my husband” she spoke truthfully. She was scared, they could possibly be walking into sudden death, but she had to, regardless of what promises they made, Max would never leave her in that situation.

“Your Highness...”

“Call me Liz” she corrected her. Deja looked at her uncertainly.

“I insist”

“Ok....Liz. You think that when this is all over......I could come to Earth.....I mean if Lex says it’s ok” she asked nervously. Liz smiled at her.

“I don’t see why not” she watched her black eyes dance in excitement.

“Oh thank you” she pulled Liz into a hug, and Liz easily returned it. Liz pulled back, and studied the young girl next to her. She noticed how she stared at Lex before lowering her head.

“Sorry...I shouldn’t have done that” she whispered. Liz looked over, and noticed how Lex was staring at Deja with a disapproving look.

“He’s really tough huh” Liz inquired.

“Sometimes....but I still love him.....he’s all I have left”she sighed as she looked at her brother. Liz saw the sad expression that crossed her face, and found herself wondering what happened to their family.

“What happen to your parents” she asked gently, not knowing how she would react to the question. Deja sat there for a moment, her hands playing absently with the edge of her shirt.

“When I was ten, the signal was received that the Heir to the throne was born, causing an uprising in the people of Antar. Kivar was losing control, and he was furious. So to teach everyone a lesson, he began to restrict us from flood and clothing. He would only allow small amounts to each family. Our mom and dad were members of the original Underground Royal army, and they would go out with some of the others, and steal food and things and bring them back to the people. One night they had just returned from raiding one of the storage were Kivar kept everything, when Kivar’s men bust thru the door. My mother immediately rushed Lex and me into a hidden room in our house, and told us to stay quieted and not to come out” she wiped at the tears running down her face “Lex was fifteen, and wanted to stay and help, but my mother forbid him, and made him stay and watch after me. I was so scared. We could hear the loud explosions and our mothers screams. We stayed in there for two days, too scared to come out. Finally Lex pulled us out, and we walked slowly thru the house. It was a mess, and smoke was still going from the multiple blasts in the walls, and ceiling. We found out parents in the common room. Knowing that we couldn’t stay there, Lex wrapped their bodies and laid them in their bed. He sat the house on fire and we wondered the streets. A friend of our parents took us in, and when Lex turned eighteen, he joined the underground army.........and here we are” she shrugged her shoulders, before standing and going to sit next to her brother. She rested her hand on his shoulder, and he wrapped a protective arm around her. Liz could see the tiny shakes in her body. Her heart went out to them.

Grabbing her backpack, she pulled out a photo of Xan, Bel and Clare. It was Christmas time, their first one without Max, and even though they were smiling, it never truly reached their eyes. She had to do this, she had to bring him home.

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“He’s in there” Liz towards the palace gates.

“Are you sure” Lex asked, only to receive a pointed look from her.

“Right” Michael stood and surveyed their surroundings. He remembered the layout of the palace from his previous life, and from the details he received from Liz’s connection with Max, he knew exactly were Kivar was holding him. All that was left for them to do, was take out Kivar and get Max to safety. Turning to the small congregate that was his army, and sent a quick prayer to the skies about for them to make it out safely. Their army was small, one hundred tops. Lex had called in all of the remaining underground army that were willing to come out of hiding, and to say, it wasn’t that many. Some of the Antarians had gotten wind of what was going on, and quickly offered their assistance. Now as they all sat anxiously outside the palace grounds, they were eager to help rescue their King, and hopefully soon return peace to their lives and restore their planet.

“Lets move out” they moved swiftly and smoothly towards the palace gates. Once they were near them, the blasts rang out. The gates crumbled under their assault, giving them complete entrance. On the other side, Kivar’s men were awaiting their arrival, and as soon as the gate disintegrated before them, they started sending blast after blast, Michael and the others were expecting as much, and Liz had thrown up her shield around them all.

There wasn’t as many of Kivar’s men as expected. Actually, they were only outnumbered by five or ten men at the most. The battle was at full blown, and Kivar’s men were going down by the seconds.

“Liz!” Liz turned just as one of the soldiers sent a blast directly at her. She stood there...frozen. Closing her eyes, she waited for the final impact that would take her life, sending her love to her babies, and Max. But it never came. Liz opened one of her eyes, and looked around. Deja was standing in front of her with a wide grin on her face.

“What happened” Liz asked as she took a deep breath, realizing she was still alive.

“Later” she said as she ran off blasting another soldier from behind. Liz wasn’t sure if it was a good idea if Deja came along because she was just a child, but she assured Liz that she could hold her own, and with the lack of their army, Liz could only agree.

“Come on, we have to go get Max” Tess pushed her along, followed closely by Michael and Isabel. Seeing that the army had everything basically under control, the four moved to the palace in search of Max.

“Shouldn’t be long now.......can you feel her Max, she’s has such strong emotions running thru her.....I bets she’s sweet in bed. I may have to wait on killing her and get a taste her first” Max barely acknowledged him “what do you say......I may even let you live long enough to watch” he flicked a strand of hair off Max’s forehead, before forcing his eyes to him.

“You’re a pathetic piece of shit” he wiped his hand on his pants, as Max’s drool had collect on it. Turning to his second.

“Keep an eye on him, while I go handle our little pest problem” Nicholas nodded, and watched as his sire went after the others.

“You know, you really should have given up, now you’re going to watch your family die once again” Nicholas stared at the once and powerful King Zan, and shook his head “look at you. You once had people shaking with your powerful voice........but now you’re just a drooling imbecile. What would your followers say if they could see you now........such shame”

“Michael are you sure about this” Isabel asked uncertainly.

“Yes, there’s a hidden room just under the throne..Zan and I found it one day when we were suppose to be studying. We got bored, and decided to play King of the world, when Zan tripped coming up the platform, and we discovered the latch” they were standing outside the throne room. Nasedo, Veser and Brian were doing a thorough search of the palace, making sure that there wasn’t any surprises that would pop out at them.

“Lets go” Liz was anxious. She could feel Max.......although barely.......but he was somewhere on the other side of these doors. Michael placed his hand on her arm, stopping her movement.

“Everyone stay alert, and you see a chance to get to that latch.....go for it” they all nodded. Stepping back, he raised his hand and blasted the doors.

“Jeez Rath, couldn’t you have just opened them” Tess asked as they stepped over the falling debris.

“Just making sure if someone was on the other side, they’re not any more” he shrugged his shoulders, and stepped next to them. They walked slowly into the room.

“Now why would you go and do that.......that door never did anything to you” they all turned to Kivar’s voice. He was standing there with a snide grin on his face. Not wasting any time, the four of them raised their hands, and sent a powerful blast at him. He managed to throw his shield, but the force was strong, and knock him back against the wall.

Standing, Kivar shook it off as if he wasn’t effected.

“My.........my very impressive.......now it’s my turn” before they knew what hit them, Tess, Liz, Isabel and Michael found themselves flying across the room, and slamming hard against the wall.

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TBC..........................LS

[Lady Scorpio]

Chapter 11

Max stared down at the journal, and his chest grew tight, and tears clouded his vision. Even though he had read Liz’s journal hundreds of times, he was always overcome with emotions at this part. The thought that they had risked their lives to save him, was remarkable, but also very frightening. They could have all been killed, but they had threw caution to the wind, and fought to bring him home. He readjusted himself against the rock he was resting on, and took a deep breath as he read her next entry.........

All I could remembered, was the extreme pain I felt as I slammed against that wall. Tess landed hard against me, nearly knocking me unconscious.........

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“Agghh.......get off me” Liz pushed hard against Tess’ back, but she didn’t bulge.

“Tess!.......Tess!” Isabel slapped her face, but still got no response. She immediately became panic, as she searched for her pulse. Breathing a sigh of relief when she found a weak one. Michael being the first to regain his bearings, he stood quickly as he saw Kivar advancing on them. Seeing that Tess was ok for the moment, Isabel helped her off Liz, and they quickly got to their feet.

“Lets get this over with, shall we” Kivar lifted his hand to release his energy, but was thrown against the wall. Turning, they saw Brian standing in the doorway.

“Thought you could us some help” he grinned. Lex, Veser, Deja and Nesedo had all made their way to the throne room. Together, they all turned forces on Kivar. Blast after blast, they sent towards him, but it only seemed to drain them, as he easily flicked off their blast, and returned one just as powerful.

“What the hell.....why isn’t he weaken” Michael shouted at Nasedo who was standing next to him.

“He’s too powerful.....I don’t know where his power is coming from” Nasedo was frustrated. The amounts of energy they were sending him, only seemed to fuel Kivar’s power.

“Give up, you can’t defeat me.........accept your faith” Kivar was getting tried of this. He wanted them all dead, so he could go back to Earth and kill the Heir.....who knows, he might even take over Earth as well.

Liz was growing tried. It was taking a lot out of her to deflect Kivar’s energy, send out her own, plus keep the shield up. Her energy as well as the others were depleting fast, and she wasn’t sure if they could last much longer. She had to think of something, and fast.

~~~Only the power of the Royal Four and that of the Heir would be able to defeat him~~~

The words of the prophecy suddenly rang in Liz’s head, and she knew what she had to do. Closing her eyes, she prayed that it worked.


Earth

The family had been sitting out at the cave for the last two days. They weren’t sure how long it would take for Liz and the others to come back, or even if were coming back, but they refused to leave the only place that they felt close to the others. The Granolith still stood in the center, glowing slightly, with a low hum coming from it. There hadn’t been any activity from it since Liz activated it.

“Here you go” Jeff said as he handed Maria a sandwich. He had just returned from the Crashdown, were Jose’ had prepared dinner for all of them.

“Thanks Mr. P” as long as he’d known her and all the things they had been thru together, she still called him that. Guess old habits die hard. He sat down on the cot she was resting on, and slowly unwrapped his sandwich.

“How you doing” he asked her as he took a bite out of his sub.

“I’m doing good” she smiled brightly.

“Um hum, now the truth” he probed her. The smile disappeared from her face, and he saw the glistening of tears as they swam in her eyes. She played with the wrapped, clutching it tightly in her hand.

“I’m so scared.....I mean what if they never come back.....I can’t lose him.... or Liz....or any of them....what would I tell Amaris........she needs him...” the tears had made their way down her cheeks, and she was shaking terribly. She would have continued rambling if Jeff hadn’t wrapped her in his arms.

“Shh....we can’t think like that. They’ll come home safely, and they’ll have Max, and everything will be fine” he assured her. Amy stood to go to her, but Jeff gave her a look that told her he had it under control. Liz and Maria have been friends since kindergarten, and she was always like a second daughter to Nancy and him, and he loved her dearly. He held her, trying to erase her fears, and whispered calming words to her.

Amy sat back down with the other parents, as they all talked about anything to keep them from going insane with worry. Alex, Chris and Jim were laying on the comforter covered ground, playing with Clare and Amaris, while Bel and Xan sat near the Granolith. In fact, they had been there since Liz left they refused to go far, fearing they would miss their mommy and daddy when they returned. they sat quietly, talking or playing amongst themselves. Every once and a while, they would join Alex, Chris and Jim in entertaining Amaris and Clare, but it was only short lived. They returned to the Granolith moments later.

“Hey kiddos, want something to eat” Phillip asked them, as he made his way over to them “Bel?.....Xan?” they sat in front of the Granolith with their legs crossed in front of them, and they slowly rocked back and forward to the hum of the Granolith. Suddenly, the hum grew in volume, and the dim light began to brighten. Everyone stood at the concerned sound in Phillips voice and moved to stand next to him.

“What’s going on” Nancy asked, as the humming grew louder.

“Um.......guys..” Alex panic voice drew their attention. Following his line of vision, they all gasped. Clare and Amaris were standing up behind them, and were making tiny steps towards the Granolith. It shouldn’t have been a shock, but the fact that neither girls had attempted to stand on their own since now, and the fact that with each step that they took, turned from the wobbly baby steps, to advance toddler steps. They all stared wide eyed as they walked right past them ,and sat down between Xan and Bel.

Xan picked up Clare’s hand as Bel reached for Amaris’. A force field threw up around them and the Granolith, protecting them from any interruptions. Maria panicked, and ran towards it, only to be thrown backwards.

“Nooo....we can’t let them go!” she screamed as she struggled to get to her feet with Alex’s help. But it was no use. They all watched in horror as Bel and Xan’s Seal appeared above them and hovered before colliding into one. Clare linked hands with Amaris. Watching helplessly, they saw as Xan and Bel simultaneously placed their hand on the Granolith.

The humming roared to life. Practically screaming as the Heir to the throne was recognized. Soft rays of light circled around the four small children, lifting them off the floor. Their hair blew with the increased wind as it whipped around them. The Seal of Antar merged into the Granolith, causing the light to grow blinding, and like lighting hitting a lighting rod, electricity shot out from their tiny limbs, and as quick as flash, they were gone.

“Nooooo” Maria dropped to her knees, and slammed her fists against the ground as she cried “send the back.....please send them back” Amy kneeled down next to her, her own tears flooding down her face as she watched her grandkids disappear right in front of them. Soon they were all huddled in a big group, praying that they were safe.


Antar

Liz pulled what remaining energy she had, and focused on the Granolith, hoping to use it’s strength to defeat Kivar. She felt it response, they she felt something stronger embed in her, something extremely pure and powerful.......raw. It was merging with every cell and molecule in her body, enhancing her senses. She could hear Michael and the others as they tried to come up with a plan to kill Kivar. She could smell Max as he laid beneath them, waiting for them to save him. She could taste the metallic as the electricity invaded her mouth as it travel thru her.
Michael and the others could feel the energy building within her, as she drew their energy from them.

“What the hell is going on” Michael asked as a flash of lighting came from their right, and in it’s aftermath, stood Xan, Clare, Amaris and Bel. They stood protectively over Tess, but their eyes were closed shut, and a circle of light surrounded them, as Bel and Xan’s seal shone brightly on their forehead. Kivar stared in shock as the Heir materialized before them.......correction Heirs stood before him.

“There’s two of them” he stated in shock. She was the other presence he had felt when he tried to invaded the young Heir’s mind. She had felt him, and kicked him out. But how, how was it possible for there to be two Heir to the throne. His once calm demeanor, was replaced with fear. He might have been able to kill the Royal four alone, but with the Heirs, he knew defeat was inevitable. Not wanting to show his weakening, he resumed his assault on them.

Liz’s eyes flew open as she felt Kivar’s energy going towards her children. They were no longer the chocolate brown, doe eyes they were use to, no...they were now midnight black, and flashing with electricity. A jolt of energy shot thru Michael and Isabel, and they closed their eyes from the pain. Once them reopened them, Kivar was greeted with the angry glares of Rath and Vilandra. His face paled as the Queen deflected his blast from the air, and it collided with one of her own, causing a explosion mid air.

Liz took a step towards him, and he turned to escape, only to stopped by a invisible barrier. Liz was like a walking powerhouse. The air around her was whipping her hair around as it caught the brown tress’. Electricity pulsed thru the veins, and shot out threw her fingertips, and the green sparks flashed just underneath the surface of her skin. Her strides were powerful, yet graceful as a panther. For some reason, the pictured she painted, reminded Nasedo of Drew Barrymore on that movie ‘Firestarter’. She was pissed.

Kivar trembled as he leaned against the invisible force field, and she grew closer. There was nowhere for him to run. Hoping to have his life spared, he dropped to his knees at her feet, and begged for remission.

“Please Your Highness, forgive me. Please have mercy on me, and spare my life” he begged as he groveled at her feet. For a brief second, compassion for him shined in her eyes, and they flashed back and forward from black to chocolate. Kivar noticed it, and decided to play on it.

“Please Your Highness I beg you.....you can’t take my life....think of your children, and what would happen if they witness their mother kill someone” he smirked. The mention of her kids had Liz’s eyes flaring in rage. The thought of what her children and her family had been threw in the last year.......the fear Xan had from using his powers........Max’s death, and the horrible grief they all had to suffer..........Bel’s frightening nightmares.............Max.

“Stand!” her voice was commanding and low. Kivar quickly raised to his feet, thinking she had taken kind to his words. A sigh a relief past threw him, but it was short lived. Liz placed her hands on either side of his head. Closing her eyes, she focused on what she was looking for, and once she had it, she opened her eyes once again. They were glazed over, and black as coal. Fear passed thru Kivar, as he saw the fire dancing in her eyes........literally. Placing her hand over his chest Liz spoke.

“Kivar Qested of the House of Que’sar, I Queen Elizabeth of Antar and the planet Earth, sentence you to death by my hands for the murders of King Zan, Queen Ava, Princess Vilandra and the Commander Rath....past life. For the pain and suffering you have caused my family in present life. You are a wicked and horrible man, and you shall walk with the likes of you.........in hell” with that she began a slow stream of energy thru him.

“Aaarrggghhh!” he cried out in pain as the fire inside him increased, and his insides began to burn. The twins seal glowed brightly as it collided with Liz’s. They hovered above ground, as she feed off their energy. Liz was pulling energy from all of them. Clare and Amaris were glowing from the inside out as she pulled their energy from them. Vilandra, Rath and even Ava, felt their energy combining with her, as she sent burst after burst into Kivar’s body. She was prolonging his death. She wanted him to feel the pain he had caused her family and friends. She wanted him to feel it as his inside were consumed with fire. The other soldiers watched in awe as she brought the men that had brought so much grief and heartache to their planet and enslaved them. It was a sight to witness.

“Your soul will not rest.....it will forever wander in the realms of hell” Liz stepped back, releasing her hold on him, and he dropped to his knees. Calling on the Granolith’s power, vibes so strong shot thru her as she lifted her hand, and released it into Kivar’s weakening body.

“Nooooooooo!” his screams rung out as his body was consumed by flames. His body twitched and jerked, before falling in a burning heap on the ground. Kivar may have been dead, but the electricity in the air was still growing strong. Liz stepped over Kivar’s disintegrating body, and made her way to the throne. She released the latched, and the throne moved aside to reveal passageway. She quickly descended the stairs with Rath and Vilandra at her side.

Nicholas stood up as he her the door open, expecting to see Kivar standing there, but came face to face with the Royal family. Before he could even process what was happening, Rath sent a blast towards him, that hit him square in the chest, killing him instantly.
There was another door in the room, and Liz knew that Max rested on the other side of it. Her eyes returned to normal as well as Michael and Isabel’s. Brian had made his way down the stairs, as Veser and Nesado tended to Tess and the children.

Now that the threat was finally over, Liz found herself frozen at the door. She knew he was there, but the thought of seeing him for the first time in a year, scared her. Her heart was beating double time in her chest, and fear was gripping at her lungs, making it difficult for her to breath. She didn’t know what to expect, all she knew was that her soulmate rested on the other side of that door. One rectangular object separated her from her life.....her soul....her mate. So why was she so afraid to open it?

“Liz?” Isabel slipped her hand in hers to offer her support. Liz smiled gratefully at her. Michael came and took her other hand.

“You ok?” he asked her, knowing exactly what she felt. Max may not be his soulmate, but he was his very best friend and brother, and he too was scared of opening the door.

“Yeah” stepping forward, she placed er hand on the knob. She glanced back at Michael and Isabel, who gave her a encouraging smile. She looked behind them, and saw Brian, who also was smiling at her. Returning his smile, she turned back to the door. Slowly she turned the knob, and pushed it open.

“Oh my god!” she cried, and dropped to her knees.




Sorry about leaving it there, but I have to put the little ones to bed, and hopefully I can finish typing up the rest tonight and post it......................TBC................LS

[Lady Scorpio]

Chapter 12

Time seemed to move slow, as I opened that door. Behind it rested my better half, that my soul had been missing for a year. Even though I was frighten, my love for Max overrode that fear, and as I placed my hand on that doorknob, and slowly turned it, I steeled myself for what was behind it. As I pushed the door open, I could never been prepared for the sight that greeted me........

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As Liz pushed open the door, she was immediately assaulted by the ghostly aura of the room. The air was penetrated with the stench of feces and urine, and the grips of death lingered in the air, desperate to claim his next victim. The room was small, no bigger then a jail cell, if that. There was a single cot resting in the corner, and the mattress was old and stained. There was a tray of old bread and dirty water that rested on it. Liz felt her stomach tighten as the bile rose in her throat, as she dropped to her knees and threw up.

“Oh my god!” she cried as she retched violently, spilling the contents of her stomach at the sight in front of her.

Sprawled out against the wall in front of her was Max. He was chained spread eagle against the cold surface of the wall, completely naked. He was ghostly pale, and he was nothing but skin in bones. Several ribs stuck out oddly, no doubt broken. There were multiple angry bruises and cuts along his body, and one long gash that extended from the base of his throat, to just above his pubic hairs. It was red and pucker, and the edges were turning green and black from infection. His ankles and wrists were rubbed completely raw, and dry blood had collected on the cuffs that held him firmly in place. His head was bent over forward, and the long locks of his hair rested over his shoulders and face, concealing it from her. His hair had grown several inched over the year, and it was caked with dirt and blood.

“Shit!” Michael rushed over to Max, with Brian right behind him. Together, they gentle removed the cuffs from his ankles and then his wrists.

“Be careful” Michael whispered. His throat was tight, and he couldn’t help the tears that fell from his eyes at the sight of Max’s condition. Isabel moved to toss the tray off the cot, as Max’s fragile body slumped into Michael and Brian’s awaiting arms. He was so light, he let out a soft whimper when their arms wrapped around his back. It too was covered in bruises and several burn marks.

“Oh Max” Isabel cried as they laid him down. Liz, who had jumped to her feet at his small cry, kneeled down next to the cot, and grabbed his hand in hers. She brushed the long strands of hair from his face, and stared at his face. It was definitely different. His eyes were closed, and there were dark circles around them, as they sunk inside his head. His skin clung to his face, and his once full cheeks, were now lacking in fullness and were bruised and battered. Her eyes traveled further, and came in contact with his now beard covered chin and jaws. Just like his hair, it was several inches long, and covered with dried blood, and drool.

The tears escaped her eyes once more, and she couldn’t not touch him. She ran her hands over his face, touching his eyebrows, wincing at the large open gash over his left eye. She trace her fingertips over the ridges of his narrow cheekbones, and over his nose, finally coming to rest over his thin lips. They were swollen and bruised. She leaned over and placed a gentle and tender kiss over them.

“Liz?” Liz looked up to see Michael staring at her intently “what do you want to do?” he asked her. He just wanted to take Max and the children, and go home, but in Max’s condition, he wasn’t so sure moving him was such a good idea. Liz went back to staring at Max. Tears clouded her vision as she placed her hands on either side of his head, she had never healed anyone, and she prayed that she had the ability to. She closed her eyes, and concentrated. Pulling all her energy together, and the pull of the Granolith, she reached inside her and gathered the information she had gained from Kivar, and feed it into him.

Everyone watched as her hands glowed brightly, and a pulse of energy ran down their spines. Once she had restored his mind, she moved her hands over his chest, and poured all she was worth into him. A purple light began to surround them, and Max’s body slowly lifted from the bed as she sent jolt after jolt of energy into him. Liz’s face was frown in complete concentration, and sweat poured down her face. They noticed Max’s color slowly began to return to normal, and his ribs knitted together, as the multiple cuts, bruises and burns mended together, and healed themselves. Once she was finished, the glow slowly began to dim, and Max slowly returned to cot. His body, besides from the massive weight lose, long hair and grudge beard, was once again flawless.

“Max?” Liz whispered. She watched as his eyes fluttered briefly, and slowly began to open.

“Liz?” his voice was strained and horse. She brushed aside the hair on his forehead, and gently stroked his face.

“Yes Max....I’m here love, right here” she smiled between her tears.

“Too.....tried...” he trailed off, unable to from a complete sentence. His whole body ached from exhaustion, and he just wanted to sleep.

“It’s ok Love....rest. We’re going home Ok?” he nodded briefly, before drifting off into a deep slumber. Liz slumped over his sleeping form and cried. Isabel kneeled down and rubbed her back gently as she too cried endlessly.

“You ok man” Brian asked Michael as he stood and watched over the three.

“Yeah....hey listen, thanks for saving our asses back there” Michael wiped the tears from his face and tried to readjust himself.

“No problem” Liz raised up and turned to them.

“Lets go home!”

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After I was able gather myself, we carefully moved Max upstairs, were we were greeted by Nesado and Veser, who immediately helped Michael and Brian with Max. I saw Tess sitting up against the wall and she had all four of the children cradled protectively against her. They were all fast asleep. I learned later that she had a slight concussion, but was fine. Deja had found some clothes for Max in one of the chambers, that she had brought down to them. We were all set to go...........

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They all stood in the center of the throne room, preparing to return to Earth. Veser had decided to stay, he said he was to old to keep up with the changing times on Earth, but he promised to visit often. Of course Nasedo was torn between staying and going to keep a watch over his charges.

“It’s ok Nesedo....stay. You have proven yourself loyal over the years, and we could never repay you for everything you have done for us” Liz pulled him into a tight hug, before pulling back. Tess was standing nervously to the side. She wasn’t quite sure how to responded. Although he hadn’t been the worlds greatest father, he was the closest thing she had to one. Nasedo walked over to her, and stood in front of her. Surprisingly, he pulled her into a strong embrace.

“I know I was always too hard on you, but don’t believe for one second that I didn’t love you, because I do, even though I don’t show it as much as I should, but always remember that I love you Tess” she nodded silently against him. He pulled back and wiped the trace of tears that lingered on her cheeks.

“You tell Chris, that if he doesn’t treat you like the Princess you are, I will come back and zap him one” he tried to joke, and it earned him a gentle smile.

“What about the people. What do we tell them” Lex asked. Liz hadn’t thought of that, the only thing on her mind was to return Max and the children home safely. She knew that if Max was able to, he would address his people.....their people. Sighing, she knew she couldn’t leave without some kind of formal address to the people of Antar. She turned to Michael, who gave her a comforting look.

“What ever you want to do Liz, I’m right here for you”

“Me too” Isabel chimed.

“Ditto” Tess, Brian and Deja announced, using the term Michael was so fond of using. Nodding her head, she turned to Deja.

“Can you please watch after the little ones” she asked.

“Yes Your High- I’m Liz. It’ll be my honor” she walked over and gathered to two infants in her arms, and Bel and Xan cradled protectively at her sides. She lead them into an adjacent room, so Liz could speak with the others openly. Once they were out of earshot, Liz turned to the remaining members in the room.

“Call a meeting of the Councils. I want them all here by nights end” she directed this to Michael, who was already making his way to the communicators.

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Two hours later, Max was resting peacefully in his old chambers, and Deja had the children all sound asleep in Vilandra’s old chambers. Liz, who was dressed in one of the Royal gowns Deja had given to her earlier, sat at the head of the large round table, with Michael, dress in his Royal attire also, sat to her right, and Tess and Isabel, also deck for the occasion, to her left. Nesado, Veser, Brian and Lex stood obediently behind them in their full out Royal army uniforms.

Sitting across from them, with very confused yet intrigued faces of the Council. The Council consisted of a representative from each of the surrounding four planets that made up their solar system. The people of Que’sar had hear of Kivar’s death, but instead of being outraged or declaring immediate war as expected, they were all to eager to meet with them, and hopes of forming an alliance. The people of Que’sar were never fond of the decisions Kivar had made. They only seemed to bring their planet nothing but grief and destruction, but they were to afraid after seeing how he single handedly subjected the people of Antar to poverty and death if they went against him, and they were to afraid to rebel. Seeing the looks on their faces, Liz decided to move forward. Besides, the quicker she got this over with, the quicker she could return to Max, and they could all go home.

“Thank you all for coming here on such notice. As you all are aware, Kivar is dead. I have asked you all here tonight to discuss the pending future for Antar, and your planets as well. I need not tell you that there will be a long rode ahead of us, but I believe if we combine our forces and resources, we will all benefit from this” she stared at them, openly leaving the matter for discussion.

“With all do respect, how do we know that you are who you say you are” this coming from Ast House of Grara “I mean, how do we know you’re not someone with an ulterior motive, out to destroy us all like Kivar, and were is King Zan, why hasn’t he made an appearance if all is what you say it is” Liz placed a calming hand over Michael’s arm, as she felt his anger rising at the other mans implication.

“I understand your suspicions, I really do. But I assure you I am only looking out the people of Antar and have their best interest at heart” standing, she moved so that she was standing directly next to him. “If it would soothe your worries, I agree to go thru any testing you feel fit to assure you that I am who I say I am” Liz stared down at the man before her, and waited. The other four Council members huddled together, and after a moment seemed to come to some sort of agreement.

They all stood, causing Michael and the others to stand also, ready to protect Liz if necessary, but one look from told them to back down, in which they reluctantly abided. Making a complete circle around Liz, they linked hands and began a low chant. The air around the five of them began to stir, and the lights in the room went low. The only light that lit up the room was that from Liz’s seal that had appear on her, and projected against an opposite wall. The other four Councils looked on in admiration, and quickly dropped to their knees.

“Forgive us Your Highness”

“There is no need for forgiveness” she told them, as she beckoned them off the floor. Once the room was back to its normal state, Liz took her place once again next to Michael.

“Now if there aren’t any more hang ups, I would like to discuss some very important matters” seeing no objections, she moved forward.

“I must asked for your assistance with the rebuilding of Antar and my people” she began.

“Of course Your Highness, whatever you need, we will gladly provide” Liz smiled gratefully at the older lady before her....Rhae that was her name from the House of Osha.


“Thank you. At the moment, my husband is to weak to address our people directly, so I must do so in his behalf. Once I have done so, we will be returning to Earth” this statement seemed to cause an extreme uproar of emotions. The Council all began to talk at once, throwing out objections.

“I don’t understand. Why would you want to return to Earth, what about the people. This is highly unacceptable” Ast exclaimed.

“I must agree, this is highly unacceptable” Swas. House of Uyna

“Acceptable or not, Earth is the only home my husband knows, and like it or not he has family there that misses him terribly. I’m not saying that we will not return, because I know Zan, and I know he will return to do right by our people and yours. But right now, he needs to be with the people that love him most, and that is his family. I ask that you could give us this time, and in return I promise that we will all flourish from its benefits once he has returned” they all sat in silence, unsure of what to say. Finally, Huer from the House of Que’sar spoke for the first time since the meeting began. He was a little worry about how his house would be received by the Queen, especially with the way Kivar had misrepresented them. All he wanted was to right Kivar’s wrongs, and assist the young Queen with whatever she needed.

“Of course Your Highness, we understand, and I assure you that we will do all we can to assist you......May I ask, who will rule in your absence” he needed to know who he was to answer to. Antar was the ruling planet in their solar system, and he didn’t want to offend anyone.

“In our absence, I am appointing Generals Veser and Vring of the House of Vic’xa as acting Chairmen for King Zan and I” this little bit of information shocked the two brothers, as they stared at their Queen in bewilderment. Liz walked and stood before them.

“Besides from Commander Rath, they are the best the Royal Army has to offer, and I trust them to do right by our people and yours” she saw the acceptance that passed over Veser and Nesado’s face, knowing that what she was asking, they were ready to take on the responsibility. She gave them a gentle smile, before turning back to the Council.

“They will report daily to myself, Commander Rath, or Princess Vilandra or Ava. They will give reports on the status here on Antar, until we are able to return. She looked out to them waiting to see if they would object, but she knew that they wouldn’t.

“As you wish Your Highness” the Council stood and bowed to her. Liz and the others stood as well.

“Thank you. It really means a lot for me...for my family to have this time with King Zan” Liz shook each of their hands as they made their way to her.

“We understand” said Rhae, as she studied the young Queen before her “I must say, King Zan couldn’t have picked a better woman to be his bride” she smiled as she bowed to Liz.

“Thank you”

“Now, you take him home, and take care of him, and when you’ll return, we’re going to have a big coronation for you all” she beamed, already planning the bid festivities in her head. She moved on to Isabel and Tess, as Michael and Liz saw to the other Council members.

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That night I address the people of Antar, and announced the return of their King. They were ecstatic and overjoyed to have King Zan back on the throne. I decided it would be wise to that only the Council knew of our returning to Earth for the time being, and they agreed. There was a huge celebration in Zan’s honor, that took place right there in the streets of Antar, it was a joyous sight to see, and if I wasn’t so anxious to return to Earth and my family.....we all were, we would have partaken in that joy.

Michael was eager to return to Maria, knowing that she was probably freaking that Amaris was now here with him, and she had the slightest idea what was happening. Isabel and Tess were also anxious to get home to their mates, which I could definitely understand. It was nearing daybreak, and as much as I wanted to see the rising of Antar’s three suns, I wanted to go home more.............

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“Everyone ready” I asked as we all stood in the center of the Throne Room. Tess had Amaris cradled in her arms, and Isabel had Clare securely against her chest. Bel and stood plastered at Liz’s side, while Michael and Brian held on to Max’s sleeping form.

“Make me proud”Liz smiled at Nasedo and Veser, who stood off to the side with Lex.

“We will Your Highness” they agreed. Liz turned to Lex who was standing there with a torn look on his face. Deja was standing next to him, tears glistening her black eyes. When she had first told him of her plans to go to Earth with Liz and the others, he had flat out refused to let her go. They had, had a very heated argument about it, that resulted in several blown up doors, and multiple holes in the walls. Lex had accused her of being immature, and making irrational decisions, and Deja had accused him of treating her like a baby. Come to find out, Deja wasn’t as young as she appeared. In actuality, she was eighteen, she just looked a whole lot younger. Liz briefly wondered if it was an Antarian thing, because none of them really looked older then them except Veser and Nasedo. In the end, Deja had wore down his defenses, and Lex had agreed, but only after making Liz and the others promise to watch after her and keep her safe.

“Come with me” Deja cried as he held her to him.

“You know I can’t Wildflower, my place is here. I have to stay and assure the people of Antar safety” he rubbed her back gently as he held her tight “just remember, if you don’t like it, you can always come home” he smiled at her, wiping the tracks of tears from her bronze skin. She nodded, and slowly walked backwards towards the others.

“I love you. You big lug” she whispered.

“I love you too Wildflower” he grinned back. She took her place between Brian and Tess. She felt Brian slip his free hand in hers. Looking up, he gave her a heart filled smile, and she returned it. With one last look, they all linked hands, and Liz concentrated, calling upon the Granolith. The seal appeared on her, Max and the twins forehead, before colliding with one another. And with a flash of lighting.........they were gone.

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Earth

The family were all strolled out over the caves floor. None of them had really slept since the children had disappeared twelve hours earlier. Nancy and Jeff were catching a few shut eyes in one corner, while Diane and Phillip, along with Jim and Amy were situated in the other. They had all drifted off to sleep an hour ago, after another long and boring conversation about nothing. Maria was curled up between Alex and Chris, and they were all using each other for pillows. A bright light illuminated the cave, and standing in it was the Royal Family.

They were all so excited to be home. As they looked around the cave, they noticed the litters of cots and take out cartons around the cave, and knew that their family had been waiting patiently for there return. Seeing an empty cot, Michael and Brian made the way over to it, and disposed Max on it. He didn’t even bulge.

“I’ve only been gone....what, three days, and she’s already sleeping with other men” Michael snorted as he stared at his wife cradled between Alex and Chris.

“Shut up Michael... they look cute” Isabel retorted. She stared down at her sleeping husband, and drunk in the sight of him. It had been times back on Antar that she thought she would never see his goofy grin, or hear his anal jokes ever again. So she stared at him, watching his chest rise and fall with each gentle breath he took. Maria’s head was resting gentle against his chest, and he had his arms wrapped around her shoulders, as she clung to his waist. Chris’ head was propped in her lap, and he to was clinging to her waist. They were all holding on to each other for support, and they looked absolutely adorable.

“Hey” Michael slapped Chris’ face....hard “mind taking your hands off my wife” he smirked at the dazed look that passed over Chris’ face before realization dawn on him. He jumped to his feet, startling Alex, and knock Maria to the floor.

“Tess!” he grabbed her and drew her into a death gripping hug, crushing a sleeping Amaris between them.

“Where’s the fire” Maria asked from the floor, still trying to process what had brought her out of her peaceful slumber.

“Hey Pixie.....miss me” he wiggled his eye brows at her. There was a high pitch scream that pierced the air that woke all the parents, Clare, who was sleeping against Deja.

“Michael!” Maria pulled herself off the floor, and threw herself into Michael’s awaiting arms. She placed kisses all over his face.

“Oh my god Michael.....you’re here, you’re really here” she gave him a long drawled out kiss, before pulling back “oh my god..Amaris, were’s Amaris” tears flooded her eyes as she realized that she wasn’t with him.

“Calm down..she’s right over there” Maria turned to were he was pointing, she extracted herself from his embrace, and rushed over to Tess who had Amaris resting against her shoulder.

“My baby.....my sweet, precious little girl.....mommy missed you.....you are never, ever leaving my sight again....” she rambled on and on as she rained kisses all over Am’s little body.

“I missed you....god I can’t believe you’re really here” Alex ran his hand over Isabel’s face, making sure he wasn’t dreaming.

“Believe it, I’m right were I belong” she sighed as she wrapped her arms around his waist and sighed in contentment. Alex held her tight and kissed her blonde locks.

“Liz....oh my god Liz” Jeff and Nancy were hugging her tightly against them, and she had to admit, she was loving every minute of it.

“Mom...dad, I’ve missed you” sure it had only been three days, but when you weren’t sure if you would return, three days seemed like a lifetime. Jim and Amy went around giving their hugs and kisses. Pulling back, Liz noticed Phillip and Diane were standing away from the happy group, with sad expression on their faces. She walked over to them.

“Mom....dad, it’s good to see you” she threw her arms around them, and they returned the embrace, but not with as much enthusiasm. Sensing the sad mood, Liz pulled back.

“What’s wrong” she asked, as the tears Diane was trying to hold finally broke thru. Phillip held her close as his own throat tighten with grief. Not understanding their mood, Liz stared at them in confusion.

“I’m sorry Liz, we’re so glad you all made it home safely, it’s just.....we thought.....Max....well...”

“Oh my god!” in all of the excitement, she had completely forgotten the main reason they were all here “he’s here.....we have him” she quickly assured them, and as if a weight had been lifted from their shoulders, and they let out a relieving sigh. She pulled him over to the cot that held her sleeping husband, and a strangled cry escaped Diane’s lips as she dropped down on her knees at her sons side. Phillip had joined her, and together they stared at the son they hadn’t seen in over a year. Diane ran her hand over his face, and let the tears fall.

“What’s wrong with him” she asked as she ran a motherly eye over him. She knew something was wrong, but she just didn’t know. He looked perfectly fine on the outside, but she could sense something just underneath the surface.

“He’s just tried” Isabel assured her, but she could see the tormented look on Liz’s face, the others didn’t miss it either. Not wanting to interrupt the special moment, but the young Princess Clare was getting restless.

“Excuse me Your Highness” Deja began, causing all eyes to turned to the soft spoken voice.

“Oh Deja I’m so sorry” Liz rushed over and retrieved the fussy infant from her arms “...and I told you to call me Liz” Liz smiled at her, causing her to blush, and lower her head. Liz turned to find several of confused eyes on her.

“Everyone this is Deja, she saved my life, and she will be staying with us” she raised her eyebrows at them, daring anyone to object. Maria being Maria came over and threw her arms around the startled girl.

“Thank you for saving our Lizzy” she pulled back, throwing her arm around her shoulders. The others soon joined in, making Deja feel welcomed.

“Liz, I really think we should get home. Am and Clare are getting restless, and I’m sure these to could use a good sleep in their own beds.....what do you say Rugrats” Michael ruffled their heads as they nodded in agreement.

“Yeah I guess we all could....come on. Lets go home” they all packed up their vehicles and headed back towards Roswell.........

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I wish I could say that everything after that was all roses and sunshine, but that wasn’t true. We had a long journey back to Roswell, and I had a million things running thru my head. Like what were we going to tell everyone about Max’s remarkable return from the dead. How were we going to tell everyone that Max was alive and well without causing suspicion to ourselves. Then there was Deja, were was she going to live. Our place was too crowed as it was, and then I had to figure out a way to get her a birth certificate and social security cards, a place to work. I had to come up with a plan to rebuild Antar, all this while trying to raise a family and maintain my career. All these things were running thru my head, but the main one that held presidency to them all was........Max, and what he was facing.



TBC................LS

[Lady Scorpio]

Hey everyone, I just wanted to say thanks for all the f/b and bumps. I've been trying to finish up these journal entries, and they're longer then expected. So since I promised a new part today, I broke up the entries into two parts. The first is listed below, and the final entries should hopefully be out tomorrow are Sunday at the lastest. Hope the next part is ok, I know that it doesn't answer all your questions, but the next chapter will so that I can return to present time with this story...........

Big THANK YOUS once again.


Chapter 13

When we returned to Roswell, we got the children settled down, and once Max was tucked away soundly in our room, I took a much needed hot bubble bath. As the hot water surrounded me, I let it take me under, and I cried. I cried for my husband....my children.....my family.......the people of Antar.....and myself. There was so much chaos going on in my head, that crying was the only thing that offered me any type of balance. So I laid there, tears running down my face, as they cleanse my soul. Afterwards, when I was more calm, and more relaxed I called a meeting to discuss what we would tell everyone about Max’s miracle return to the land of the living, because there was bond to be questions. There were several ideas and suggestions thrown around, but in the end, it was Mom who came up with a doable plan. We had told everyone that Max had been out camping alone, and was kidnaped by some drunk out f towner that were looking for a quick hand out. Max had struggled, causing one of them to hit him over the head, hence the blood at the campsite.

Once they had sobered, they freaked when they found Max’s unconscious body in the backseat of the car, and they dumped him on the side of the road outside the Texas border. When he had regained conscience, he woke up in a strange bed, with no recollection of what happened or who he was. They told everyone that someone had recognized Max from one of the missing person photo’s Jim had made them put up as to not raise suspicions last year, and called them up. Since Max’s body wasn’t officially found, the people of Roswell easily accepted the story, happy to have him home safe and sound with his family.

I know it was a lame story, but we had to tell them something. It didn’t matter, Max was home. I really can’t describe those first couple of days when we had returned, only that they were very eventful. Since Nasedo had stayed back on Antar, the house next to ours was vacant. It was paid for already, and became the solution to were Deja was to stay. Also, Brian had been rooming with Nasedo and Veser, and we wouldn’t dare asked him to leave, so they decided that they would be roommates, a solution to one of my many problems. Of course since there was the issue of making both of them legal, Alex had hacked into the system and got them both the proper Id’s they needed.

Nasedo had sent us a signal not more then a day later, letting us know that, everything was running smoothly, and that the other four sister planets were holding true to their words, and had brought in food and resources for the people. I had been relieved to hear this, and told them to keep in contact.

I took a sabbatical leave from work, so that I could focus on my family. Xan and Bel were ecstatic to have their daddy home, and would constantly hover at our bedroom door, waiting on him to wake up. Little Clare, who had never met her daddy, was still drawn to him, and would sometimes just sit on the bed next to him, while I stroked his hair.

I could see the worried looks on the others face every time they came to see Max. They were worried that he hadn’t woken up in four days. It had been plenty of times Michael had stuck a mirror under his nose to see if he was still breathing, and I had to assure them that he was fine, just tried from the strain of the past year. I still remember the day that he finally came to..........

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Liz was in the kitchen with Maria. They were preparing lunch for the get together that they had every week. Xan, Bel and Amaris were outside with everyone playing, and Clare was asleep in the nursery. They were talking about nothing really, just happy to have the normalcy back once again.

“So how long to you think he will sleep” Maria asked as she snuck sideway glances at Liz. She knew Liz was keeping something from them, especially the way she would rush to assure them that Max was fine, whenever someone asked about him.

“I really can’t say” Liz shook her head sadly, as she finished chopping up the lettuce “I mean you should have seen him Maria.....he-he was so broken and weak........I-I can’t even began to imagine what that bastard did to him” she was visible shaking, and Maria could see the trembling in her hands as she tried to steady her hands, and control the tears that stung her eyes.

“Oh Chica!” Maria pulled her into a tight embrace, and held her. They had never spoken about what happened back on Antar, it was like an unspoken pack that what happened there was to stay there. But Maria wasn’t so sure that was a good idea, especially from the way Michael would cry himself to sleep every night, that was if he even went to sleep. They stood there holding on to each other for a few precious more moments, before a strangle voice broke the moment.

“Liz?!”

“Max!” they both rushed to her room, and stood shocked in the doorway. There sitting on top of her daddy’s chest, was Clare, and she had the biggest grin on her face, and her tiny hand ran over Max’s bearded face. Max was staring at her with something close to fear and shock written all over his face.

Max had been laying there, tossing and turning as the dream pulled him deeper and deeper into its hellish confines. The images weren’t very clear, but the feelings they inflicted definitely were........pain, so much pain. His thrust around the bed became frantic, and the task of breathing was becoming more difficult as each image flashed in his head.

~~ “give up Zan, you’re only making it hard on yourself”~~

The voice echoed thru his head, penetrating fear throughout his very being. He tried to open his eyes, but his eyelids felt like lead, and only seemed to get heavier with each attempt. He was struggling to be released, but there was no escape. Suddenly, Max felt a calming presence come over him. The dark images began to fade, and were replaced by hypnotizing rays of colors and warm feelings. Slowly he began to open his eyes, and felt the softness of the bed, and everything came rushing back to him. Liz was there here could feel her. They had came and risked there lives for him. His eyes moved around the room, and he knew that he was back home.

A tiny face blocked his view. She was smiling down at him, as she stroked his face. Max stared at her for the longest time. He felt an instant connection with her, but couldn’t quite understand why, or who she was. Then suddenly, he remembered. This was Michael and Maria’s daughter, but oddly, she didn’t look like either one of them or the little girl from the connection he had made with Maria. Instead of the sandy brown hair, this little girl had dark chocolate locks that rested on her shoulders. Her eyes weren’t the emerald green orbs he remembered, no, her eyes were big and round amber looking glasses, that seemed to look into the depths of his soul.

She was staring at him with a toothless grin. Her little fingers were calming as they poked and probed his face. She leaned over and placed a wet kiss on his nose.

“Da-da” she clapped as she made herself comfortable on his chest, hindering his movements.

“Da-da........da-da” she continued, as she bounced happily up and down on his chest. Max was confused, why did she keep calling him daddy, but then she did something that completely floored him. She sucked her tiny bottom lip into her mouth, and tilted her head to the side as if studying him. He got a sudden flash of Bel when she was this age, and he knew. He knew that this little girl, that held a striking resemblance to his daughter and wife, was his daughter. He didn’t know how, but he just knew. Raising a shaky hand, he tucked a strand of her locks behind her ear, and there they were, his ears. Ears that seemed to be a dominate trait.

He ran his hand over her chubby cheeks, and across her little nose. She leaned into him with each caress. Her tiny fingers wrapped around his fingers and brought them to her mouth. He couldn’t speak. His throat was clogged with emotions, and he said the only thing that could pass his lips.

“Liz?!”

Liz stared at the two of them with tears in her eyes. She knew that this moment would come eventually, but she didn’t want it to be the first thing he had to encounter once he awaken. Max looked to Liz with questioning eyes, and she could see the underline confusion in them also. She walked slowly to the bed. Clare instantly reached for her, and Liz gathered her in her arms.

“Ma-ma” Clare exclaimed happily as she cupped Liz’s face and planted sloppy kisses on her mouth.

“Hey dumpling, you’re suppose to be sleeping” Liz scolded her as she nuzzled her nose against hers. Maria, who had been standing at the door, had been watching Max as he watched Liz and Clare. His face was a portrait of emotions.......awe....love....confusion.....anger....sadness. They were all there out in the open. Not wanting to break to moment, but she knew Liz needed to talk to Max.

“Here, why don’t I take her, and get her something to eat” she reached for Clare, who clapped in excitement.

“Rrriia” she wrapped her arms around her neck, and Maria slowly exited the room, closing the door softly behind her. Liz stood there staring at the door.

“Liz?” his voice was soft and gentle. Liz turned to him, and couldn’t help the butterflies that suddenly took flight in her stomach. It had been a year since she had heard his voice, and then to hear him say her name was little music to her ears. She drunk in the sight of him, as his golden amber eyes stared into hers. She couldn’t help herself, and in the next moment, she was wrapped in his warm embrace.

She held onto him, as she cried into his chest. Max ran his hands up and down her back, before burying them in her silky hair. He rested his face in the crook of her neck, and inhaled her scent. It had been so long since he had smell her lovely fragrance, since he’d touched her....tasted her. As if reading his mind, Liz pulled back, and licked her lips. Max watched as her tongue peeked out between her smooth lips, he knew it had been to long. Slowly, their heads inched closer, as their eyes fluttered closed, and then.........magic. Their lips touched in the purest of kisses. Even with his beard scratching her face, all Liz felt was the softness of his lips as they caressed her own. Needing more of him, Liz ran her tongue against his lips, and he opened to her. Electricity ran down their spines as their tongues mingled together, and soothed each others souls.

Max laced his fingers threw her hair, and lowered down on the bed, bringing her to rest on top of him. He was in heaven. Liz was in his arms, something he had been denied for too long. His tongue explored every dark, moist cavern of her mouth, reacquainting himself with her. His hands ran over her back as they snaked under her tank top. No words were needed, they were so in tune with the other, that words would only complicate things. Liz felt the emotions running deep in her, and she needed him, needed to feel all of him. Breaking for much needed air, she rested her forehead against his as she panted heavily, she captured his face between her hands.

“Let me in Max” she pleaded. Max’s whole body went stiff, and his hands stilled on her body. He quickly averted his eyes from her pleading ones, but not before seeing the flicker of hurt that flashed in them. Sitting up, he brought her with him. Max adjusted her tank, and kissed her on the forehead.

“God I missed you” he was hoping to divert her attention. Seeing that the mood had changed, and he obviously didn’t want to talk about what was bothering him, Liz cupped his face.

“Not as much as I missed you” she gave him a small kiss on the lips, before pulling back “oh Max, there so much that has happened” she sighed as she placed his hands in hers. Now that he was able to calm himself down, Max knew there was a lot that they needed to talk about.

“What’s her name” he asked, as the tighten in his throat returned, as he thought of his daughter. A daughter who he didn’t even know existed.

“Clare Dianna” Liz answered, not needing to ask who he was referring to.

“Clare” his voice was dreamy as he repeated her name. Liz nodded slightly, as she watched his face.

“When?” he asked bringing his eyes to met hers.

“Th-that......our last night together....be-before..” tears strolled down her face, remembering their last night together, as he brought her to extreme amounts of pleasure. If someone would have told her that, that was going to be the last time she made love to her husband, she would have never left his arms. Max pulled her into his arms, as she cried against him.

“Shh...it’s ok Love...it’s ok”

“Oh Max..I-I’ve missed you so much...I couldn’t live without you.....I should have known you weren’t dead.....I should have known.....” her cries grew stronger, and she fisted her hands in his shirt.

“No Liz don’t.....don’t blame yourself...please don’t. All that matters is, that we’re together now” he didn’t want her to feel guilty. There was no way she would have known. They stayed that way for a while, relishing the feel of being in each others arms.

“Everyone’s here” she said absently, playing with the edge of his shirt, as she rubbed her chin over his face. She really didn’t want to share him right now, but she knew that everyone has been waiting patiently for him to wake so they could smother him with love. She felt him nod against her.

“Ok” he wasn’t wanting to release her just yet, but knew he had too. His family was waiting patiently to see him, no doubt Maria had informed them that he was awake. He was eager to see the twins, and get to know his daughter.

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We did eventually emerged from the room, once Max was freshly shower, with a clean shave and shorter hair. There were tears of joy when we walked out to the living room, were everyone had been waiting patiently since Maria made the announcement that Max was awake. Bel and Xan were overly ecstatic at see their daddy up and about. They were plastered at his side, as we all enjoyed a nice lunch. Max got to know Clare, I could still see the shock and awe that passed across his face. There was no shyness or fear on her part, she knew he was her daddy, and only expected what all babies did from their daddies........love. He would sit and just watch her as she played with Amaris, and I could feel his contentment when she would walk up to him, and demand he pick her up by fraying her arms at him. He would turn to me with tears in his eyes as she clung to him, and I could tell he was struggling with everything he had missed in the last year.

We spent the remaining of the day just talking and filling him in on need to know information. Even Deja and Brian had came to join us, and Max couldn’t thank them enough for all they did for him and our family. Michael and Max had disappeared at one point, and I remember seeing them as they talked emotional in the backyard. I don’t know what was said, but when they did finally return, Michael seemed to walk on air as if a heavy boulder had been lifted from his shoulders. The children had been reluctant to go to bed, and only did so after Max had stayed with them until they fell asleep. Soon nightfall had crept upon us, and everyone returned to their homes, with promises of stopping by the next day.

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“How are you feeling” Liz asked him as she massaged his back. She had just finished showering, and she wanted to talk to him. Throughout the day, she had been sneaking worried glances at him. She knew he was fine physically, but mentally, she wasn’t so sure. The scene from earlier when they had been kissing, still played heavily on her mind. The moment she requested he open up to her completely, he had pulled away from her. It had hurt her deeply, but only reconfirmed what she had been thinking, he was afraid to have her see what exactly happened to him.

Her hands rested on his shoulders as she rubbed out the knotted muscles there. Her touch was setting his blood boiling, causing his groin to tighten painfully. Max tried to focus, but her words were mere gibberish as his heart pounded in his ears, with each torturing touch of her hands ran over his bare skin. Ceasing her hands, he placed a tender kiss in each palm before turning his eyes to her.

“I’m fine Love” absently, he rubbed the inside of her wrist with his thumbs, further stroking the burning fire that had ignited within her from the moment she touched his naked back. Her pupils dilated with his close proximity, and a wave of desire flared deep inside her. Max watched her face, and groaned inwardly as her eyes dilated and her nostrils flared with untamed sexually hunger. Slowly, he turned so that he was facing her fully on the bed. She swallowed nervously as he stared lovingly at her.

“Max..” it was a unspoken plead, one that he understood fully. A year, it had been a year since he had touched her intimately.....since he had heard her cry his name as she gave herself to him....a year since he had seen her naked in all her glory.....it had been to long, and he wanted to take things slowly and savior every moment.

He ran his hands up her arms, bringing them to rest on her shoulders. Liz shivered from his touch.

“Lay down Liz” he whispered. She nodded mutely, before lowering herself down onto the soft mattress. Max stared down at her, drinking in her beauty. She was wearing a small tank top, and a pair of his sweats that were rolled over several times in an attempt to keep them on her small frame. Her hair, which seemed to be longer then the last time he saw her, was fanned out over the pillows beneath her, as she stared with hooded eyes up at him. She was an epitome of beauty.

Sliding up beside her, she turned on her side so that she was facing him. She laid a hand on his cheek, and slowly caressed his face, a luxury she had been denied for too long.

“I love you” she whispered, as she watched him close his eyes to her sensual touch. Max ran his hand up and down her side, letting it rest on her hips, where he pulled her flush against him, and caressed her body with his gentle fingers.

“I love you” he brought his lips down over hers, and relished at the feel of their softness. Liz moaned deep in her throat, causing him to deepen the kiss. His tongue ran over her bottom lip, teasing her to open for him. Liz didn’t disappoint him, and open fully to him. His tongue chased after hers, were they dueled for dominance. Liz’s fingers played with the fine hair resting at his nape, before trailing them down his back, pulling him closer to her. She needed to be close to him.....inside him....to become one with him.

“Max.....please” she groaned as his lips attached to the smooth column of her neck. Max sucked her flesh deep into his mouth hard, soothing any pain he may have caused with the tenderness on his tongue. Hearing her throaty moan, he crept his hand under her tee, and cupped her breast.

“Yeesss” she hissed against his ear, making him growl at the heat of her breath against his ear. He ran his thumb over her nipple, before pinching it to a tight peak. His mouth closed over the still clothed nipple, lavishing and suckling it with greed. Liz laced her fingers thru his hair, as he turned her onto her back. Max raised his head to examine his work, and he could see the darkness of her areola as it seeped thru her saturated shirt. His eyes locked with hers, and they were heavy with desire. Her lips were swollen and red from his eager assault. Not wanting to lose time by undressing her, Max used his powers to evaporate her clothes, leaving her bare for his eyes pleasure.

“Beautiful” he whispered. His fingers trailed over her face, taking in her lovely features. They skimmed over her eyes, across her nose, and rested on her lips. Unable to sustain, Liz opened her mouth, and sucked his digits into the warm crevice that was her mouth.

“Liizz” he hissed, as her tongue swirled around his fingers in promises of what to come. He watched her momentarily as she slipped his fingers between her plumed lips and proceeded to suck and lick them thoroughly. Reluctantly, he removed his fingers from her grasped, and still wet with her saliva, he traced circles around her taut nipples, causing them to constrict in pleasure. With both hands, he cupped her breast, marveling at the way they fitted perfectly in his hands like two puzzle pieces coming together.

Encouraged by her moans, and the not so subtle arching of her body, Max closed his mouth over a nipple, while his other hand massaged its twin. He sucked, pulled, licked and bit at the reddening nipple. He took his time, alternating between the two, lavishing them with his attention. He could smell her heavenly scent as he moved down her body, leaving trails of electricity in his wake.

Finally he reached his ultimate goal. Her sweet, intoxicating smell, made his nostrils flare, and only stroked his arousal. Liz subconsciously opened wider for him, giving him all the access he needed. Max stared at her erotic flower, glistening with its own sweet nectar. Pulling back the silken petals, Max watched in fascination as her natural juices oozed out of her, and her small bundle of nerves pulsated vigorously, begging for his affection.

“God Liz.....you’re so beautiful” unable to be this close to her, inhaling her scent, any longer, he swept his tongue over her delicate folds, cupping his tongue to collect the gush of honey that flowed out of her.

“Max....oh god Max!” she cried, lacing her fingers thru his hair, pulling him closer, as she rode his face. Max stilled her hips, as he darted his tongue deep into her moist cavern, relishing his first taste of her in a year. The more she cried his name, the more he pushed to send her over the edge.

“Max....Max...” his name a mantra on her lips. He suckled on her clit, as he plunged two fingers deep within her, pumping to the rhythm she had created. Liz’s toes curled, and dug deep into the covers, trying to find some anchor as she sank deeper and deeper into the ocean of ecstacy. Max could feel her inner walls clamping down on his digits, and hear her silent cries as she neared her peak. Wanting to see her face as she plummeted over the edge, Max raised up and stared at her passion filled face.

Her eyes were squeezed together tightly, her cheeks flushed a deep crimson, as her mouth formed a perfect O. She looked like an Angel........his Angel. Her hips rotated violent against his hands, and her nails bit into the flesh of his shoulders, desperately trying to alleviate the burning ache in her.

Without slowing the movements of his hand, Max slid up beside her, and nuzzled against her ear, gently pulling the lobe between his teeth.

“It’s been to long Liz...” his voice thick as his fingers slid in and out of her with timely strokes “....too long since I’ve seen the look of pure ecstacy as you came for me.....” with each of his words, Liz found herself slipping dangerously from her anchor, and let his words penetrate her very core. Sensing her climax rapidly approaching, Max dipped his tongue in her ear, rimming the outer shell.

“...let me see you Liz.......let me watch you as you come apart in my arms....” she could hear the desperate plea in his voice as his warm breath blew across her wet skin, sending shivers of excitement thru her body, right down to the tip of her toes. She felt the heavy ball of fire that began to form in the pit of her stomach, growing heavier and heavier as his words and fingers invaded her body.

“..that’s it.....cum for me Liz....let me see you cum.....” adding pressure to her clit as he rubbed small circles around it, he felt it the moment her walls clamped down on his fingers, drawing them deeper into her. The ball of fire erupted into a roaring flame of ecstacy as she succumbed to her orgasm.

“Oh yes Max....yeeesssss!” her body shook violently as Max held her close to him. His hand continuing its ministrations in her, as she clung desperately to him.

“Max please......I need you...” his lips crashed into hers, as she struggled to remove the menacing sweats from his body. Once he was free from them, Liz flipped him onto his back, and hungrily pulled his nipple into her mouth.

“Liz...th-that feels.....god” his fingers combed thru her hair as her head continued downwards. Her hands traced the smoothness of his stomach, as her tongue dipped into his naval, earning a loud curse to cross his lips. Liz could feel his erection as it pulsated between her breast. Lifting her head, she wrapped her tiny hands around his length, and slowly stroked him as she stared at him in fascination. Max held his breath as he watched her run her tender hands over his member, circling her fingers around the swollen head, making him moan in anticipation. His fingers began to slowly massage her scalp, subconsciously bringing her head closed to his aching dick. Liz felt his slight push, and happily obliged.

Her swollen red lips encased his length into her welcoming mouth. Max let out a strangling breath as he watched her head bob up and down over him. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as she rimmed his monstrous head. Liz ran the tip of her tongue thru the indentation of his anger head, collecting the pre-cum there, that was coming out in a steady stream now, indicating his fast approaching orgasm. Liz wrapped her hands around the base of his erection, as she took as much of him as she could into her mouth.

The slurping and smacking sounds vibrated against the bedroom walls, sending a jolt of pure, untamed desire straight to his pulsating shaft. Max’s hands fisted tightly in her hair, and she had to grip his hips to keep up with their rotation beneath her.

“Liz....oh Liz.....” he still her actions, causing her to release his cock with a audible ‘pop.’ Golden amber eyes met chocolate brown ones, and the love that shined in them both was the result of two souls reuniting after a year of separation, no words could describe the intensity in which their eyes spoke to one another.

“I need to be inside you Liz..” his plea was hoarse and desperate as he pulled her body align to his, his member nestled safely against her soft curls, as his hands ran all over her exposed body.

“Please...” Liz spread her legs so that she was now straddling him, and the tip of his penis probed at her wet entrance, throbbing eagerly to enter her. Liz cupped his face, and their lips met in a scorching kiss. Her tongue quickly invaded his mouth, as his large hands guided her hips over his penis. Resisting the urge to thrust into her with one forcefully push, Max slowly relished the feel of her slippery, warm walls as they encased his aching member inch by inch. Tears sprung to their eyes, as their bodies came together as one.

Breaking the kiss, Liz rested her forehead against his, trying desperately to control her emotions. It was so overwhelming being here with him, when four months ago, she had believed him to be dead. But he was very much alive, and here with her.....buried deep within her.......making her whole body come alive in only the way he could. Her tears splashed upon his cheeks, mingling with his own. He could feel all the emotions radiating off her and into him. Everything she was feeling was a reciprocation of his own emotions.

“Liz..”

“Max..” they spoke in unison. Unable to speak another word past the lump in her throat, Liz wanted him to feel everything....let him see how deep her feelings ran.....to let him in....have his warmth surround her completely. So as her lips undulated over him, his large hands aiding her movements, she opened the connection she had yearned for, for a year.

The connection was beyond intense....it was electrifying. Her tongue roamed over his as she poured her heart in soul into the connection. Max felt her energy tickling his own, begging him to accept her. He knew he had hurt her earlier, when she pleaded with him to open to her, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t let her see the horrible things that had happened to him during their separation. No, he wouldn’t subject her to that, so instead he pulled away from her, causing him to feel like a heel for hurting her. But now as she opened herself completely to him.....letting him see into her soul, as she pleaded with him to let her into his, he felt a internal battle raging within him. Knowing he couldn’t let her in, he closed off all the images in his head, and focused on sending her wave after wave of love and devotion to her. Liz latched onto what he was offering, and soon the images flew from her, invading his every senses.

~~Flash~~
Liz curled up in his pod, trembling hard from the sobs that racked her body

~~Flash~~
Michael, as he assisted her into her clothes

~~Flash~~
The twins as they desperately ached for her attention

~~Flash~~
The family as they connected with Clare

~~Flash~~
His funeral

~~Flash~~
Her talk with Isabel

~~Flash~~
Finally being able to open back up to the children

~~Flash~~
Clare’s birth.......her learning to crawl.....her first words....playing with Xan, Bel and Amaris

With each flash, Max felt the emotion that was connected with them........depression.....anger.....sorrow.....pain....loneliness.....happiness. The list went on and on. He had lived the past year thru her eyes, and it was beautiful.

~~ “I love you”~~ her words echoed thru the connection, as her body moved fluently over him.

“ I love you too.....so much” Max cupped the back of her head, pulling her closer against him, as his tongue sunk deeper into her mouth. He could feel her nearing her peak once again. Flipping them over so that he rested above her, Max began to thrust into her as her feet locked around his waist, and her fingers dug into his shoulders. The connection was still open, and their emotions mingled together wildly, enhancing the others sexual need.

Liz muscles clutched around him, soaking his member with her essence. She could feel him as he expanded in her, filling her completely, as it throbbed against her walls. She was so close.

“Max..” she thrashed underneath him, and he pulled out of her, the tip of his head lingering just at her cores opening, before he slammed back into her, sending her sprawling over the edge.

“Maaaxxxx.......oh god Max” her silk walls pulsated over his dick, tightening with each spasm that her orgasm caused as it racked thru her body. With the connection still open, Max was experiencing her climax right along with her, and it triggered his own release.

“Liiiizzz!” his load shot into her with a steady stream. It bathed her inner walls over and over again as he came with her name on his lips with each thrust of his body into hers. They continued to move against each other, until their bodies physically couldn’t move anymore. Max collapsed on top of her, panting heavily as he tried to capture his breath. Liz laid beneath him, welcoming his warm as his body pressed firmly against her.


“Thank you” his voice was low and gentle as he kissed the side of her neck, before lifting off her and turning them so that he was spooning her back. His hands ran absently as he stroked her arm. Pulling her firmly against him, his breath tickled her ear as he placed a loving kiss behind it.

She entwined their fingers together, and rested their enclosed hands over her stomach. “I love you” she sighed, and she heard his mumbled reply, fore he was already drifting into the realms of sleep. Soon after, his tiny snores penetrated the air. Liz laid and listened to the small sounds of whooshing air as it escaped from his nostrils, and played with her nape. Her mind was to occupied to sleep. Now that her body was calm and relaxed, she couldn’t help but think about the connection they had shared. During their lovemaking, she was so wrapped up in the feelings that was Max she vaguely realized that he never fully opened to her. She had felt all the love and desire he had offered her, but he didn’t give himself to her completely as she had done. A part of her was deeply hurt by this, the way he had intentionally blocked himself off from her, but the other part was extremely grateful for what little he did give her. Sighing heavily, she squeezed his hand tightly, and snuggled into him more. She decided that there was no use dwelling on it at the moment, she was sure it was nothing to worry about. She closed her eyes, and let the sound of his breathing draw her into a peaceful slumber.
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January 16, 2007

I know it has been like three months since I’ve wrote in here last, but what can I say, it has been quite busy around here. I really can’t stay long, Max and Michael are coming home today, and Maria and the children are waiting impatiently for me. Where are they coming from you ask. Well they will be returning from Antar. I guess I should fill you in a little on what has been going on in the past three months. Lets see, two weeks after daily reports from Veser and Nesedo, Max decided it was time that he made a public appearance to the people of Antar. Naturally, I wasn’t letting him go there alone, and neither was the rest of the family, so after finding out that it was indeed safe for humans to travel thru the Granolith, the entire family made the trip with him.

Everyone was amazed at seeing were the Royal Four had came from. Seeing Antar was different this time around. The last time I was there, it was to save my husband, and I hadn’t had the chance to take it all in. But when we stepped out of the cave, I was shocked at the major transformation it had undergone in the mere three weeks since we were last there. The people were happy and children laugher could be heard miles away. Everyone worked together to bring Antar back to order the way it was before Kivar came into the picture. There still was a lot that needed to be done, but things were looking brighter.

Rhae, true to her word, and with the help of Isabel, Maria, Amy and mom, she threw a celebration in Zan’s honor. The people embraced him with welcoming arms. Councilman and head leaders all came to rejoice in his return, as well as many others from the sister planets. The party was huge, and loud, and it felt wonderful to just have fun for once. We stayed for four days, allowing Max enough time to address the people, and handle all the political issues that came with being King. I could tell he was anxious to return home. At night, he would just stand at the window staring out at the moons, his whole body was one big tense knot. When I had asked him what was bothering him, he would just run his hands thru my hair, and assure me that everything was fine. But I could tell by the look in his eyes, that he was lying.

When we returned home, the nightmares started. At first he had tried to keep them from me, but he had forgot that we were connected. I remember feeling him tossing and turning next to me, his small whimpers penetrating the otherwise quite room. Every time I ask him about them, he would completely shut down from me, stating he was fine. I was so worried about him, that I dreamed walked him, but he felt me, and slammed the door in my face. I had never seen him so angry, especially at me, he had actually stopped talking to me for two days.

Eventually though, he forgave me, and we had a long talk. He told me that their were some things he needed to work out on his own, and when he was ready, he would come to me. The only thing I could do was respect his wishes. So one night I found him in Clare’s room after one of his nightmare, and he was crying over not being there for her, so I gave him this journal in hopes that it would soothe him. He still wouldn’t let me in fully when we make love, but he went out of his way to make me feel cherished and loved.

Deja seems to be adjusting to her new life here on Earth. Dad gave her a job at the Crash, and she has been taking some classes at the JC. Using her alien gifts, she had tested out of most of her classes. When she had returned to Antar with us, she had tried to get Lex to return with us, but being his stubborn self, he declined, but was happy she seemed to like it here.

Since he was not really into going back to school at the moment, Brian decided that he needed a job, and since he was a trained soldier what better field to use his expertise then law enforcement. Roswell Sheriffs department has a new deputy in town, and his name is Deputy Brian Johnson. Jim was more then happy to have him on his team.

Speaking of Jim, him and Amy have finally set a wedding date, and coincidentally it’s the exact same date Tess and Chris had picked. They have decided to make it a double wedding, and Isabel has generously offered her service in planning the big event.

Bel, Xan and Clare have been plastered to their daddies side, never once letting him to far from their sight. So you can only imagine what these last four days have been like for them. Max and Michael had to go to Antar to establish the new Royal army. Each soldier had to be brand the seal of approval from the King and his second in order to serve for Antar. Veser had sent word four days ago stating that the army was assembled, and was waiting on their approval before they could began training. Max felt it wasn’t necessary for us all to come, and believe me, the children weren’t pleased with his decision..............

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“Bel.....Xan, open the door” Max pleaded with them. He had just told them that he had to return to Antar for a few days, and they were thrilled, that was until he informed them that they wouldn’t be accompanying him. They had begged and cried for him to let them go, but he held firm in his decision. They had ran out of the room, pouting and crying. They have been held up in their room for the most part of the day. Now it was time for Max and Michael to leave, and they refuse to come out and say goodbye.

Liz stood beside him, trying to restrain a cranky Clare as she reached for her daddy. Max was frustrated and sad mixed in one. He didn’t want the twins upset with him, but he wanted them to lead a somewhat normal life, away from the public eye. If they were on Antar, they wouldn’t have that, they would constantly be known and treated as Royalty, and he didn’t want that. He wanted them to go up, able to play with other children there age, not confined to the palace walls as he, Vilandra and Rath had been. Even though they weren’t being raised on Antar, Max made it his top priority in teaching them about their Antarian side.

Liz chuckled at his frustrated sigh, as he tried to penetrate the shield they had placed in front of the door. Max gave her a glaring look, before it turned into a silent plea. Knowing that he was getting nowhere with them, she handed Clare to him, who eagerly gripped her arms around his neck.

“Hey dumpling” he cooed as she placed wet kisses over his face. Liz stood in front of the door, placing her hand on the shield.

~~ “Xan....Bel, open the door sweeties”~~

She stood there waiting for their reply, and finally after a few bated minutes, the shield came down, and Liz slowly opened the door. There they sat on Xan’s bed, their backs to the door. Bel had her head resting on his shoulder, while he had a protective arm around her waist. Liz and Max came to sit on Bel’s bed across from them.

“Hey” Liz smiled. Xan averted his eyes from them, as Bel buried her face in his neck, her tiny sobs shaking her body. Hating to leave things between them like this, Max placed Clare on the ground, and she immediately reached for Xan, who loosen his grip on Bel long enough to gather her in his arms. He held his two sisters as they clung to him. Max kneeled down in front of them.

“Please don’t be like this. It hurts my heart when you’re upset with me” Max pleaded with them. They refused to look at him, but the tears that ran down Xan’s face told them that he was at least breaking down their wall.

“You know I love you, but I need you to stay here with mommy and help her” he reasoned.

“But we want to be with you........stay here with us” Bel cried, finally raising her head to look at him. Liz sat back and watched. She knew this was deeper then Max just leaving. Ever since Max had returned, the twins were afraid of losing him again, so they made it their responsibility to keep him safe. They were terribly terrified that he wouldn’t come back.

“Oh pumpkin, I wish I could, but there are people depending on me to help them, and I promise I won’t be gone long, a couple of days top” he ran his hand thru her hair.

“Promise?” her eyes were begging him to return to them.

“Promise” he smiled at her, and her small body flung into his arms. Xan had been listening to them, and as much as he didn’t want him to leave, he knew his daddy was a very important man, and a lot of people depended on him. He wasn’t really upset with him, just scared. Scared that he would never come back, and like the last time he had promise to come back, but he never did.

“Xan?” Max turned to his son, who was clinging to Clare just as tightly as she was clinging to him. Clare brought her tiny hands to his face, and wiped away the tears that spilled over. She sent hin a stream of calming energy, and he smiled down at her. Clare had the ability to pull out the negative energy from people and replace it with a tranquil almost hypnotic presence. Seeing that she had done what she had set out to do, Clare climbed out of his lap, and made her way into Max’s lap. Max waited with bated breath, and soon Xan was wrapped securely in his arms.

“You know you’re going to have to be the man of the house in my absence” he teased, and Xan nodded his head.

“I will take care of them” he assured his daddy, puffing out his chest to prove that he was a big boy. It was a very emotional goodbye, but Max and Michael were once again swept into the Granolith, on their way to Antar.
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For the last four days, the house has been clouded with depression. I couldn’t even get the kids to play outside the rooms, and the only time they would leave was to go to school, but once they returned home, the two of them would retreat to their room. Clare and Amaris had also been in sulking moods, both missing their daddies. So today when we got the signal that they would be returning home this evening, the house has been live with activity.

Uh oh, I have to go. Maria is giving me the death glare at the doorway, and the twins are eagerly jumping up and down at her side.

Until next time...........

L

July 15, 2008

Wow, they finally did it. Amy and Jim, and Tess and Chris are all happily married. We just returned from seeing them off at the airport, were Tess and Chris were heading to sunny Jamaica and Amy and Jim, The Virgin Islands. The wedding was beautiful, Isabel really outdone herself. It was held out at the exclusive ‘Paradise Palace’ country club in the lovely garden grounds.

Chris and Jim were both so cute standing nervously at the alter. I could have sworn Chris was going to faint the way he was sweating and fidgeting with his tie. Maria was so happy for her mom and Jim, that we couldn’t stop her from crying, and as she walked down the aisle with Kyle at her side, he had to stop and fish out his hankie. Max looked so scrumptious in his tux, it took all my will power not to attack him right there on the alter, and it didn’t help none that he kept sending me flashes of our own wedding, complete with our wedding night.

Amy glowed with beauty as Michael escorted her down the aisle, were her soulmate waited nervously. Her dress was lavender, and it was simple really. It was straight down with rhinestones that served as straps that crisscrossed over her open back. There was a long train attached at the waist, that flowed gracefully across the floor. A wreath made of lavender rested on top of her head, completing the attire. She was simply breathtaking. Isabel and myself had also lost the battles with our tears.

Tess emerged next, and I watched as Max slapped Chris several times on the back as he coughed uncontrollable at the sight of her. After finally controlling himself, and several chuckles from everyone, his face lit up as she descended down the aisle on the arm of Nasedo. Nasedo been overjoyed and honored when Tess had asked him to give her away. And as I watched them walk towards us. I could see the pride in his eyes as he handed her over to Chris.

Her dress was similar to Amy’s except hers was a shimmering grey. The wedding went on without a hitch, and everyone whooped and hollered as the preacher announced the newly wedded couples.

Of course what wedding would be complete without some kind of drama. During the reception, while everyone was too busy mingling and congradulating the couples, a certain set of two year olds decided to help themselves to wedding cake...........

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“Nooooo!” Isabel’s angry radiated over the loud music, causing everyone and everything to cease movement. As we rushed over to her side, we saw the look of horror that masked her face, as she pointed to a table in front of her.

Confused, we followed her finger, and there on the other side of the table was Clare, Amaris and Kyle’s two year old son Isaac stuffing their faces with cake, as icing dripped from their noses and chins. They looked so cute as they offered the sweet concoction to everyone. Amy seeing the mess that they had made, couldn’t hold in her laughter any longer, and bust out laughing, causing everyone else to join her. This only seemed to irritate Isabel, as her face turned three shades darker.

“Oh Isabel..” Liz tried to calm her laugher, knowing how hard she had worked on the wedding, but it was too funny.

“It’s not funny Liz. What are we suppose to do now, the cake is ruined” she stared down at the destroyed cake as the kids spread it across the floor.

“It’s ok Izzy” Tess wrapped her arm around her waist “it’s just a cake, you did a wonderful job, and we, Chris and I as well as Amy and Jim are very grateful for all you’ve done. Let them have fun” she wiped the tears that were threatening to fall from the other girls eyes, and gave her a sincere smile to let her know that the cake was only a minor thing to her. Isabel looked to Amy and Jim who also felt the same way. Turning back to the three little rascals, she watched Am as she slipped and slid across the floor, heading towards her with a handful of cake.

“Hum Izzy...cake good” Isabel kneeled down in front of her, and couldn’t help the smile that broke out on her face at the sight of her niece covered in cake. She took a bite of the proffered cake.

“Umm, that is good” she tweaked her nose, causing the girl to giggle in response.
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I had taken us close to an hour to clean up the mess. Since there were so many people there, we had to go about it the human way. While I have to call it short, because there is a certain Alien King that requires punishment for all the teasing he put me thru at the wedding.

Later....

L

September 6, 2009

You know I have been tried to keep up with my writing in here, but time seems to get away from me. The twins are nine years old now, and since they are getting older, their interest have also grown. An is now a member of the Roswell Flying Star soccer team, and Bel has taking up track. It was weird when she first came and asked us if she could join. Max had asked her if she was sure she didn’t want to do ballet or cheerleading, and she told him she like to run, and that was what she wanted to do. So now the family has been running from field to field to support them.
Max still returns to Antar once a week. I once asked him if he wanted to return there to stay, because I was willing to if he was. But he said that he was happy were he was. Some times we would accompany him, but mostly it was him and Michael that went, or him and Brian. Max and Brian had buried their hatch awhile ago. Max said he couldn’t hate someone that risked their live to save his and his families. Beside, he knew that Brian had no romantic feelings towards me. He had told me to keep my eye on him, and I would see what he was talking about. Guess I’ll have to wait and see.

Clare and Amaris are growing like weeds, and stay into mischief, right along with their favorite side kick Isaac. Guess I should mention that after the wedding, Kyle and his wife Sandra decided to move back to his hometown. They wanted to raise their kids in a small town, were everyone knew each other. So Isaac, their youngest spends so much time over her or Maria’s, that Kyle just leaves him extra clothes at our houses. Even though they are only three, they have a strong friendship. It reminds me of Alex, Maria and I when we were there age. ‘The Three Musketeers’ is what we call them. Jim couldn’t be more happy to have Kyle and his family so close to him, and loves to have all his grandkids around. Terrence and Shelly, Kyle’s two oldest, are only six and five, and they can’t get enough of their Papa Jim and Nana Amy.

Chris and Tess have been walking around the last year in marriage bliss. I mean they act like they’re still on their honeymoon. Always kissing and hugging, always disappearing when no one was looking for little quickies here and there. I mean its sickening really. What? Don’t look at me like that, Max and I aren’t that bad....ok maybe a little.

Isabel and Alex are away at one of his computer conventions. I wonder how he managed to coax her into going on one of those boring conventions. The last time I talked to Maria, she and Michael were scolding Amaris. Apparently my niece decided she was going to liven up her room, so using her fathers paints, she painted a mural of rays of colors, with her, Clare and Isaac, dancing in them. We always knew she was going to be an artist, but we never expected it to be so soon, I mean she’s only three, but she has her fathers gifted art talent.

Deja is in Albuquerque. She is getting her Bachelors in Biochemistry. She was so fascinated one day when she came to the lab with me, that she decided she wanted to go into a similar field. I am so proud of her, she is adjusting so well. She is already considered family by everyone. She visits on the weekend if her studies permit. Lex had even came to visit her one weekend last month while she was here. He wasn’t thrilled about the living arrangements, but Brian assured him that they were merely roommates and nothing more.

Max and I, couldn’t be more happier. His nightmares have stopped finally, but he still hasn’t disclosed the content of them. He seems happy and more relaxed since the nightmares stopped. Things are starting to feel normal again. Well I guess I better go, we’re suppose to be meeting over at Max’s parents for dinner, and Max has already been in here twice informing me of what time it is.

Oh yeah I forgot to mention..............I’m pregnant.

Later....

Liz


LS

[Lady Scorpio]

Chapter 14

Max smiled as he read the last line of that entry.

Oh yeah I forgot to mention..............I’m pregnant.


Every since he was little, and he and Isabel clung desperately to each other as they sat in the orphanage, waiting for the Evans to come and get them, all he ever wanted was a place to call home. Somewhere were he could feel safe and loved without the worries of being different from everyone else. When they had first arrived at their new home, he dreamed of growing up, finding a career he loved, and marrying the woman of his dreams, and filling the house with dozens of kids that demanded his love and attention. He would drive his sons to soccer, baseball, football or basketball practice, while he cheered them on in the bleachers. He had pictured frilly dresses and tiny tea sets as he played with his daughters. Pride would be in his eyes as she recited the lines in the school play or smiled loving up at him as he walked her down the aisle to her future husband. All the things would consume his thoughts and dreams, so much so that he would cry every night wondering would he ever find home, ever have his dream girl.

Isabel had adjusted to their new surroundings better then he had. They always new they were different from the moment they emerged from the pods, and that was why his dreams were always bittersweet. They were a world away from his reality. In his dreams he was just a normal man that lived a normal life, but once he’d awaken from those dreams, he was hit hard in the face, leaving a crushing weight on his heart, fore he knew that he could never have those things, because he was different, and he would never find anyone to love him for him. So he had stopped dreaming of those things, instead, wished for dreamless nights.

It had worked, up until that day in third grade, when he step off that bus, Isabel’s hand gripping his own tightly, and he saw her. She was playing with another little girl and a little boy. Max didn’t remember what it was about her that captured him so, but that night, instead of a faceless, nameless wife, she now had a name........Elizabeth. Over the years, that was all she ever was, his dreamgirl. He knew there was no way someone as beautiful and smart as Liz Parker would love him. He was an entirely different species from her, and he could never risk hurting her or the rejection she was surely to give him.

So he watched her for years, wishing he was a normal guy that could walk up to her and ask her on a date, in which she would accept, and eventually they would go steady and then marriage. But he wasn’t. So he admired her from afar, and in his dreams. No one could ever take his dreams away.

Now, as he sits and think about those times were he was so afraid to ‘come from behind the tree,’ he thanked the heavens everyday for their little intervention. Although he wished it were under better circumstances that he stepped from behind it, the day Liz was shot, was the beginning of his dreams coming true.

When she opened her heart to him, and accepted him for who and what he was, Max couldn’t quite believe it. She loved him as much as he loved her. Being with Liz made him as close to human as possible, and she had once told him that it didn’t matter that he was an alien, because she loved him.......alien and all. Even though he had dreamed of one day having kids with Liz, he wasn’t sure if it was physically possible, he wasn’t sure if they were compatible to have children, so when he had seen her that day in her room, her belly full with his children, words could not describe the amounts of joy and contentment that came over him. All those years hoping and wishing for a life with Liz and children, had all became real as he had stood in her room so many years ago.

He couldn’t describe what it was like to hold Xan and Bel in his arms as he rocked them gently to soothe them back to sleep after a late night feeding. He was overwhelmed to be a father, something that he was sure would never happen. He loved to sit and watch them as they cuddled against Liz as she read them a bedtime story. He will cherish their childhood memories forever. Max couldn’t help but feel sadden over the thought of Clare. He had missed out on her first year of life. Missed her as she grew securely in her mother’s womb. He had missed her as she attempted to crawl, he had missed her first word, which he later found out had been ‘cookie’ thanks to her Uncle Michael. Even though he had missed her first year, he still has a lot of first memories of her. Like her first fall, in which she had taken off three layers of skin as she rode her bike for the first time without training wheels, or the first time she got on stage, and played Beethoven’s Symphony No. 9 with the school band in third grade. She had been a nerves wreck as she waited back stage with the other students, all of them much older then she was, but with words of encouragement from Amaris, Isaac and her daddy, she had done a wonderful job.

Again as he reread that last entry, he remembered the night she told him about being pregnant.......

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“Max?” her voice small, as she played with the smooth expanse of his chest and stomach. They had returned from his parents house a while ago, and after settling the children in for the night, they made love. Now they laid together, basking in the aftermaths of their love making, she was nervous about revealing the news of her pregnancy. She had never actually had to tell him such news. With Xan and Bel, she had been away from him, and when she returned, she was already showing so he pretty much came to the conclusion on his own. When she was pregnant with Clare, it was a difficult time. Everyone had presumed he was dead, hence she hadn’t been able to tell him.

Now though, he was here, and she wasn’t sure how he felt about having another baby. She knows he loves the kids dearly, but this child will make number four, was he wanting another baby or such a large family. The baby had already connected with her, and she couldn’t wait to hold her in her arms. She loved her already, and she couldn’t imagine what would happen if Max doesn’t want anymore kids. She had completely blocked him off from her thoughts and feelings, she wanted to find the right moment to give him the news. Since he laid beneath her, all sated from their earlier activities, she figured now was as good of time as any.

“Hmm” Max answered as he drew lazy circles over her bare shoulder. He placed a kiss on top of her head, as she wrapped her arms tighter around him. Liz shifted as she worked up the nerves to tell him. Max stilled her hands as they clutched and unclenched her hands in the blanket. He could feel her nervousness as it seeped thru the tiny opening in their connection. He knew she had been purposely blocking their connection, and he also knew that when she was ready, she would tell him what was bothering her.

“What is it Liz” cupping her chin so that he was able to look at her face. Her eyes danced across his face, never once landing on his eyes. The way she avoided his eyes, had his worries raising. Sitting up, he pulled her in between his legs, her bare bottom against his naked erection, caused his desires to flare. Clamping down on those raging hormones, he knew whatever she was trying to say was important, and he wanted to give her all his attention. Running his fingers thru her hair, Max placed a kiss on her neck.

“Talk to me love, tell me what has you so upset, that you are blocking me” his voice wasn’t accusatory, but gentle and inviting. Her fingers played with his left hand, as his right, ran up her exposed arm.

“Max..I-I’m...” she sighed heavily, and he pulled her firmly against him.

“You’re what” he whispered against her ear. His close proximity was reeking havoc on her senses. She could feel his penis as it throbbed against her backside. She could feel his under current desire, and she was all then willing to stroke that fire for him, but she knew she had to tell him the news first. Scooting away from his warm embrace, she had to put some distance between them, or she would never get to tell him. Max stared at the empty space that she had just occupied, and wondered what he did.

“Liz?” he reached for her, and she sunk farther away from him. She wanted distance also just in case he didn’t take the news that well. She stood, and began to pace the floor, talking incoherently as she went. Max watched her as she paced the floor in her birthday suit. She looked so hot, as she rambled on and on. He was trying to focus on the words coming out of her mouth, but the way her breast swayed gentle as she moved around the room, and the way her hips switched back and forward with each powerful stride, only made him want her more. She stopped, and his eyes fell on the small triangular patch of hair at the junction of her thighs. His mouth watered at the thought of tasting her, and he felt his cock grow harder as the light bounced off the moisture from their earlier love making that was caught in between her cringles of feminine hairs.


“I’m pregnant” Liz blurted out. She stared at him, waiting on him to say something. Max’s eyes trailed appreciatively over her body. From her shapely legs, to her curvy hips. Upwards they moved, past her trim stomach, and lingering on her creamy mounds, and their perky nipples. His member harden as his eyes feasted on her flesh. Finally, they made their way to her face. He could see her lips moving, but the sound hadn’t penetrated the cloud of desire in his head. He watched confusingly as her lips moved, and as hard as he tried to focus on what she was saying, all he wanted to do was take her in his arms, and thrust his dick into her slick pussy.

“Max?..........MAX!” Liz screamed his name when she realized he wasn’t listening to a word she said, and here she was finally finding the courage to tell him, and he was thinking about sex. She felt his wave of desire that ran thru their connection, and although he did look good sitting on the edge of the bed, his hair all messy and his huge erection standing proud between his thighs, his lack of attention infuriated her. Max shook his head when he heard his name being screamed.

“Uh..huh...what?” he stuttered, as he refocused on her.

“Have you not been listening to a word I said..........god Max I just told you I’m pregnant, and what do you do........you sat there, thinking about SEX!” Max blinked several times as he tried to comprehend what she had just said. ‘Pregnant’ did she say she was pregnant?

“You’re....pre-pregnant” he asked dazed, he wanted to make sure that was what he heard. Liz tried to read his expression to see if this was a good thing or not, but of course he was the master of disguise. Slowly she nodded her head.

“Yes” she confirmed. Max stood slowly, and paced a couple of feet in front of her. His pacing only made Liz more nervous, and took it as a sign that he didn’t want the baby. Tears formed in her eyes, and they slowly made their way down her cheeks. Max was ecstatic. He was going to be a father again. Nothing could make him happier. He couldn’t sit still, so he stood and began to pace the floor. So many things were running thru his head. This baby would be the first one he would actually get to watch as he or she grew in Liz’s stomach from the beginning.

With Bel and Xan, she was away in Florida, so he missed watching them as they made her flat stomach expand to accommodate them. Then with Clare, he swallowed hard as he thought about the reason he had missed her transformation in her mothers womb. A wave of disspear sliced thru him, bringing his pacing to a abrupt halt. Turning, he was faced with a teary eyed Liz as she sat on the bed, her knees pulled tightly against her chest as she rocked back and forward staring blankly at the floor. He immediately rushed to her side.

“Liz, what’s wrong?” Max’s chest began to tighten in fear. ‘What if she doesn’t want anymore children?’ The thought never occurred to him. They had been thru a lot these last three years, and maybe she was happy with the way things were. Dejected, Max lowered his head.

“You don’t.......want the ba-baby” his throat was clogged with tears. He couldn’t stop them as they fell from his eyes, and landed on his bare thighs. His shoulders shook with his sobs, and it only took Liz a second to realize what was happening. He thought she was crying because she didn’t want the baby, but that wasn’t true. It was so far from the truth. She crawled into his lap, and straddled him.

“Max........look at me” it took him a second, but he finally raised his eyes to met hers, and saw the tender smile on her face.

“Max....Max of course I want her, she’s our daughter. When you didn’t say anything, I-I thought that you didn’t want another baby” she admitted shyly. She bit her lower lip, only to have Max pull it from between her teeth.

“Don’t” he scolded her. Even though he knew it was a nervous habit, and he did think it was cute, especially since Clare and Bel seemed to pick up on the habit, but if anyone was going to chew on her lips, it was him. He kissed her lips fully, before pulling back.

“God...I do. I do want her” he watched a huge smile stretched across her face, and he couldn’t help but duplicate it.

“A daughter” he smiled goofily. Liz nodded her head enh.

“Yes.......oh Max, she’s beautiful” Liz smiled as she thought about the connection she had shared with her daughter earlier today. Max wrapped his arms around her waist, and pulled her closer against him, her heat covering his shaft.

“Just like her mother” his fingers laced thru her hair, as he stared lovingly into her eyes “...a girl. Looks like I’m going to have to talk to the soldiers” Liz raised her eyebrow in confusion “....I got to get me some boys. I love you and the girls, but you women are out numbering us here” he joked, and she swatted his arm playfully.

“Maybe you’re just a girl producing type of guy. I mean you do have girlish qualities” she smiled cheekily.

“Girlish huh” he poked her playfully in the side, causing her to wiggle against his already hard dick. Max groan inwardly.

“Yeah, I mean look at your eyes, no man has eyes like those. And you know how many women would die for eyelashes like yours......so long and feminine” Liz giggled some more, but they quickly faded when she saw his eyes darken, and felt the powerful force of desire he sent to her.

“Does this feel girlish to you” he said, thrusting his hard on against her wet pussy. Liz closed her eyes as the sensation of him against her rolled over her.

“N-no....definitely not” she moaned as she began to slowly rock against him. Max flipped her over on to the bed, and she instantly opened her legs for him. Max settled naturally between them. He rested on his elbow above her, and stroked her hair away from her face.
“Seriously Liz, I’m extremely happy. We’re going to have another baby, another person that we created together....out of love. Every day, you make me the happiest man alive, thank you.......I love you Liz” he brought his lips down upon hers, and they shared a tender kiss.

“I love you too........Max” knowing intuitively what she needed, Max buried himself deep within her walls with a powerful thrust.
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They had made love over and over that night, constantly showering each other with words of endearment. Xan, Bel and Clare were happy about having another baby in the house, as well as the entire family.

Max stared out at the open desert, and inhaled a cleansing breath of air, before bringing his eyes back to the journal..........


December 25, 2009

Claudia Shirees Evans made her grand entrance today, all 7lbs 8oz of her............



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Max stood in the middle of the floor, waiting on Clare as she decided what she wanted to wear today. She was anxious to open her presents, so she could go and show Isaac and Amaris what she had gotten. It was 6 in the morning. Clare had waken at 4 in the morning, eager to open her presents. So a very sleepy Max was pushed forcefully out of bed, by an equally tired, and very pregnant Liz, to tend to her.

Max had escorted her back to her room, in hopes of putting her back to bed. No such luck there. Now two hours later, she was rambling thru her drawers, looking for her favorite pink sweater. Max had made a deal with her, that if she was very quite, and got dressed, he would let her help make Christmas breakfast for everyone.

“Daddy, I can’t find it” Clare whined. She had been thru all her drawers, and looked deep in her closet, with no luck. Max sighed heavily.

“Why can’t you just were the blue one” he asked her, suddenly remember having a similar discussion with Bel when she was around this age. To think, he was about to have another daughter. He rolled his eyes heavenwards, before dropping to his knees, and proceeding to look up under the bed.

“Max!” Liz’s voice echoed thru his mind, and he could feel the heighten emotions from her.

“Liz, sweetheart, what’s wrong” he asked. He spotted the pink sweater lodged between the bed, and the wall. Quickly he tossed it to Clare.

“Here” not waiting to see if she caught it, Max was out the door, heading towards their bedroom. He pushed open the door, and found Liz, drenched in sweat, panting heavily, and already in the position to push. She smiled faintly at him.

“Looks like Clare isn’t the only one anxious to open presents” she panted hard, as another contraction came upon her. She clutched down on Max’s proffered hand, as she waited it out.

“How far apart are they” he asked her. He was reaching for the phone to call Tess and the others.

“I don’t know, I haven’t been timing them. All I know is I woke up feeling like I had to pu-pussshh! She cried as another contraction hit her, and she began to push. Max tossed the phone on the bed, and quickly moved down between her legs, were he could see the top of his daughter’s head, as she pushed her way into the world. Bel, Xan and Clare stood nervously in the doorway. They had felt their mothers pain, and knew that the baby was coming. Xan pulled Clare tightly against him, while Bel clung to his hand.

“Max!” voice’s yelled thru the house.

“Oh god Max.....please make it stop” Liz begged as she continued to bare down.

“You’re doing great love........come on just a couple of more” he coached her as he prepared to catch his daughter. Maria and Tess moved to her sides and held her hands, while Isabel took the children into the living room were the grand parents and uncles waited.

“Max it hurts” she sounded so weak. Tears fell from her eyes.

“I know baby, I know....but only for a moment, and when it’s all over, you’ll be holding our little girl” he smiled up at her, sending her all his love and strength. So five minutes later, and a whole lot of strength, Liz was rewarded with the small cries of her daughter.....
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She is a sight to see. Currently she’s is resting in her bassinet, with Clare hovering protectively over her. I can’t believe that she is finally here. She looks just like Max, right down to his cute little ears. One thing I can say, she has my eyes. At least I can take some credit in making her, besides from that, she is all Max. I’m going to call it short. It has been a long day, and Max keeps hammering me about getting enough rest, and for once, I think I’m going to listen to him.

Goodnight.........

L.

July 4, 2010

There’s not much to write about. Today is Independence Day, and the entire family will be gathering at the quarry later for a day of relaxation, and fun in the sun. Little Claudia has gotten so big. She’s seven months old now, and she said her first coherent word yesterday, and it wasn’t a surprise to anyone that it was ‘daddy.’ Max has her so spoiled as with all the children, but Claudia loves to stay up under her daddy. Bel and Xan are busy with sports, and their friends and Clare spends most of her time at Maria’s or Kyle’s. Max spends most of the time with her, some nights I have to pry him away from her crib. I think he still has issues about being away from Clare when she was born, and he doesn’t want to miss anything.

He and Michael just returned from Antar, and I could tell it had been murder on him to be away from the kids. Since our connections can’t reach across galaxies, he can’t connect to any of us, and with Claud being so young, he hates being away from her, even for an hour. So I know that the last three days have been hard on him. I know this because all of the children have been in really bad funks for the last three days. But now they are home, and we’re about to have a wonderful 4th of July.

L.

December 31, 2010

I don’t know if there’s something in the water, a full moon, or a conspiracy between the men, but guess what.........I’m pregnant.....again. But that isn’t the kicker. Isabel and Maria are also pregnant. Of course Max and I are happy about the baby, and Michael insist that we are trying to single handedly repopulate Antar. Maria believes that the three of them Michael, Max and Alex got together, and put a alien hex on us. Although she bitches and gripes about it, I know she is just as thrilled as I am about the pregnancy, Now Isabel, she totally flipped..........

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“This can’t be right” Isabel ranted as she stared at the little white stick that held two blue stripes screaming out on it. Maria, Tess and Liz shared at look, before turning back to Isabel, who was pacing frantically in front of them. They knew how Isabel felt about kids. Sure she loved her nieces and nephew, and was great with them. She could love them and spoil them, and when the day was over, return them to their parents. But this was different, this was going to be her child. Someone she was going to have to teach and mold into a respectable person. She couldn’t return him or her to their parents, because she will be their parent.

“Isabel, sweetie. You’ve taken ten pregnancy test, and every one of them have came to the same conclusion. YOU ARE PREGNANT!” Maria shook her by the shoulders. They had been there for the last two hours, when she had called in hysterics after taking the first test. Tess and Liz giggled at the shocked expression on her face. Isabel sunk down on the coffee table.

“Pregnant” she whispered in a daze “a baby.....my baby....pregnant” as if finally realizing it, her head flew up towards them.

“I can’t have a baby.....I don’t know the first thing about babies...........what if I drop it......or leave it at the store.........or forget to change it.......or...or feed it........I can’t do this, I’m going to be a terrible mom.......and Alex, what is he going to say.......I don’t even know if he wants kids........what if he doesn’t love it........look at me.......what mother calls her child an ‘it’.........” she continued to ramble so fast that have the stuff she was saying made no sense to them.

“Izzy...Isabel.....ISABEL!” Liz shouted as she covered Isabel’s mouth, stopping her rambling. Once she was sure she had her attention, Liz removed her hand, and cupped her cheeks.

“Isabel you have to calm down” she coached her. Liz saw Maria reach into her purse.

“Here, you need this more then I do right now” she said as she handed her the small vial of cedar oil. Isabel looked at it distastefully, before taking it and bringing it to her nose.

“Isabel, you’re going to make an excellent mother” Tess saw her about to protest, so she rushed on “you’re great with the other children. They love you to death.”

“But what if I mess up” she whispered. Maria cupped her hand.

“Girl please, they’re babies, they don’t know you don’t know what you’re doing. All they know is that you’re their mom, and that you love them. None of them come with instruction guides, trust me if they did, I would have been the first one in line when they handed them out. So since they didn’t, we have to wing it, and hope that we’re doing the right thing for them. I mean look at Michael and I, Lord knows we didn’t have a clue at what we were doing when Amaris came, but with your help, my mom, and everyone else, I think that we are doing something right so far” Isabel let what Maria just said sink in.

“You really think I can do this” she asked shakily.

“I know you can” Liz assured her.

“Besides, there’s no way that you can send them back once you’ve push them out” Maria smirked, causing the others to laugh.

“You’ll be just fine Isabel” Tess hugged her, Liz and Maria following suit.

“Thanks guys. I guess I freaked a little” she smiled.

“A little, try mega flippish” Maria joked. They all laughed, and ended in a group hug.
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Flippish, is that even a word? Leave it to Maria to come up with something like that. Once Isabel finally broke the news to Alex, her confidence in motherhood grew ten times stronger. The Evans and Whitman’s were overjoyed when they received the news. Amy and Jim are also walking on cloud nine with the news of Maria and Michael’s pregnancy, so are my parents.

I would like to say that everyone is happy about the three new addition soon to come to our family, but I can’t, because behind all the happiness and joy, there are two people that, although they are truly happy for us all, they can’t help but be sadden by the news.........tess and chris.

For the last two years, Tess and Chris have been trying unsuccessfully to have a baby. They had decided that they didn’t want to wait any longer, and had began trying on their wedding night. There had been a couple of times Tess had thought she was pregnant, only to have that hope taken away once the test showed negative. Tess was desperate, thinking that it was her fault that they couldn’t get pregnant, and had Max do a scan over her to find out if something was wrong,....he found nothing. She was fine, they both were. After Chris found out what she had done, he insisted that Max scan him also.

Diane and Phillip, knowing exactly what they were going thru, had sat them down last week, and talk to them. I don’t know what they said to them, but they seem a lot brighter then before they all talked.
As much as I hate to admit it, Michael is right. At the rate Max and I are going, we’re going to have a baseball team in no time. Maybe I can talk the guys into adding a couple of additional rooms onto the house.

Until later......

L.


March 16, 2011

Well our family has just been extended times three in the last week. Charles Maxwell Whitman made his entrance on March 10 at 2:30 am, weighing in at 8lbs 9oz. With his mothers blonde hair, and his fathers brown eyes, he is sure to be a knock out. Both mother and son are doing great, and Alex has been walking around with the biggest Kool-Aid smile there is, handing out cigars and buttons that read ‘Proud Dad.’ For a moment there, I didn’t think he was going to survive the birth. He had hyperventilated so bad, I was for sure he was going to pass out. But Clare had sensed her uncles emotions, and immediately laid her hands over his, and like always, he was calmed in a matter of seconds, something Max and Michael had been trying to do for thirty minutes.

Eliza Katherine Guerin was next to make her presence known. Born two days after her cousin on March 13 at 9:53 pm, the 7lbs bouncing baby girl has chiseled her spot in her daddy’s heart. Unlike her sister when she was born, Eliza is completely bald. She has hazel eyes that seem to hold you within their depths. Amaris just adores her little sister, and happily sports the ‘Big Sister’ t-shirt Alex picked up for her. It took Michael an hour to stop the tears from falling every time he looked at her. Maria swears that Michael will never touch her again. We’ll see how long that last.

Last, but not least........Adam Jeffery Evans, was born today at 1pm. After ten hours of labor, and several curses and screams later, my 9lbs 3oz son was born. I still can’t believe I actually pushed his big butt out of me. I swear I felt like I was pushing out a bowling ball. I honestly thought I was going to die. At one point I decided I didn’t want to push any more, and told them to leave him in there. Of course that was the pain talking, and no matter how much I fought to keep him in, he had other plans. Max is walking around boasting about how only a manly man could produce such a big baby........men. Once again, Max’s genes have overpowered mine, and the kid looks just like his daddy. With his curly raven hair, long eyelashes and soulful eyes, the kids definitely going to be another Max clone. Although this time, the kid has got my ears. What’s that make two that my ear gene took over....Bel and Adam.

Uh oh, sounds like someone’s hungry, did I forget to mention that he’s one greedy little boy, I mean I just fed him fifteen minutes ago, and mind you he sucked a hour and a half when I did, but once again he is ready for another feeding. If he keeps this up, I may have to reconsider bottle feeding him. The kid’s going to suck me dry......
Later........
L.

May 15, 2011

Well she finally did it. Not only did she receive her B.S. in Biochemistry, she went ahead and got her M.S. also. Deja graduated with honors this evening, and she has already accepted a position at Metachem were I work. She is a hard worker, and I think she will be a great asset to the company. There is a party in full swing going on in the backyard in her honor. Lex even made it here for her graduation, and will be staying for a week afterwards. I had to sneak over here, and fill you in on a little something I stumbled in on tonight........

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They were all gathered at Brian and Deja’s for a celebration bar-b-que. Xan and one of his soccer teammates John, were chasing Bel and Sonya around the pool. Amaris, Clare and Isaac were sitting on the pool, dangling their little feet in the water. Claudia of course was perched on her daddy’s lap as he sat around with the men talking about sports, and god only knows what else. Eliza, Charles and Adam were laying comfortable in the playpen by the women, who were engrossed in their own conversation.

“Excuse me” Deja smiled as she made her way into the house. The others continued their conversation. After a while Liz started to worry, Deja had been gone for a while, and she hoped that everything was ok. She looked over at Max, who was staring at her in concern, surely about the wave of worry that came thru their connection. She smiled at him.

“I’m fine” she assured him, and he gave her a wink and sent her a pretty graphic image, that caused her to blush a deep red. Deciding to pay him back, she sent him one of her own, and it caused him to go into a coughing fit. Liz sat back with a satisfied smirk on her face, and once he was able to control himself he gave her a scorching look.

“Promise” he asked hopefully.

“Definitely a promise Mr. Evans” she winked at him. Suddenly, Max’s pants felt to small, and he couldn’t wait to get home. Lex said something to him, pulling his attention away from Liz.

“Mom, there’s no more ice” Bel told her, tipping the bowl over to emphasis her point.

“Ok sweetie, I’ll get some more” Bel handed her the bowl, before racing back towards Sonya and the others.
“Anyone else need anything” Liz asked as she got up.

“I’m good”

“Me too”

“No thanks” Liz made her way towards the house. She pulled open the screen door, stepping into the kitchen, she stood frozen in her spot.

The heat was getting to be a little to much for her, so when Deja found the opportunity, she excused herself. She stood at the island in her kitchen, a glass of ice water resting between her breast.

“You ok?” he whispered against her ear, his hands running up her bare arms. She knew he would follow her, she had felt him the moment he stepped thru the door.

“I am now” she smiled and closed her eyes at the feel of his hands on her.

“Are you sure? You look a little....flushed” his voice was growing huskier with each run of his hand over her bronze skin.

“It’s the he-heat” she moaned, as his lips touched her shoulder, causing her body to heat up more. She pressed the glass of ice more firmly against her in a attempt to cool off, but she knew as long as he was standing this close to her, that wasn’t going to happen.

“Yeah, the heat” his hands rested firmly on her hips, pulling her tightly against him, as he nuzzled her neck. He slowly began to grind his hard body against hers.

“Umm....we....we shouldn’t be doing this” she groaned as his hand snaked across her stomach.

“Why not” he whispered, rubbing his pinkie across the tiny band of skin that had been exposed by his caresses.

“Be..because....some....someone could walk in on us......Lex could.....catch us” she breathed out. Her mind was saying stop, but her body, her traitor body was wanting him to continue his exploration. His hand slip under the waistband of her shorts, and he cupped her heat.

“Do you want me to stop” his tongue darted into her ear, as he gentle began to rub her clit thru her bikini bottom.

“Yes....no....god no” he removed the glass from her hand, and sat it on the counter. With her hand now free, Deja cupped his hand as it massaged her breast. She squeezed it, and he knew what she liked. Her other hand came to rest over his other one that was stroking her between her legs, and she aided him as he stroked her. Her body slumped back against his, and he held her tight as he continued to pleasure her. He could feel how wet her bottoms were getting, he needed to feel her. He moved the offensive material aside, and plugged two fingers in her.

“Oooohhhh” she moaned as he penetrated her. Her arms wrapped around his neck, as he pumped in and out of her. Her pants and moans were coming faster and harder, and he knew she was close.

“You’re so wet....can you feel how wet you are......damn baby you’re going to make me cum in my shorts” his thumb was rubbing small circles over her little bundle, and she grinded her hips hard against his hand.

“Please” she begged. He added more pressure, and increased his rhythm. He rubbed his cock against her backside, and pinched her nipple hard, causing her to exploded.

“Oh god....yeeessss” feeling the gush of liquid that coated his hands, and the sound of her husky cry, sent him tumbling over the edge with her, right in his shorts. Her body trembled in his arms, and he hugged her tightly against him. He kissed her neck, and ran his hand thru her jet black hair.

“You ok?”

“Yeah.......thank you” she turned in his arms, and kissed him hard, before pulling back. She ran her hand over the front of his pants, removing his spilled seeds.

“We should get back, before someone comes looking for us” she tried to move, but he held her firm.

“When are you going to stop running from us” he asked her. Deja averted her eyes to the floor.

“I’m not” she whispered.

“Really? Then how come you’re so afraid of being caught? We’re both adults, and no one has a say in what goes on between us” he argued. He was tried of pretending that they were just friends. He wanted to be able to hold her hand in public as they walked thru the park. He wanted to be able to hold her while they sat and talk with their friends and family.

“Don’t you think I know this” she shouted at him. He released her arm, and she began to pace in front of him “god, don’t you think that I want the same things you do.”

“I can’t tell, you seemed more worried about what everyone would say, instead of listening to your heart” his expression soften, as he made his way in front of her. He cupped her cheek, and brought her eyes to his.

“Hey, I’m sorry for shouting.....we don’t have to discuss this now. I actually did come in here to give you something” he watched as the sparkle returned to her eyes, and a smile graced her lips.

“Really?” she asked excitingly.

“Um hum, but you have to close your eyes first” he teased. She quickly shut them, and she felt him as he lead her towards the island.

“Up you go” he picked her up, and sat her on one of the stools.

“Now, no peeking” he whispered in her ear. Deja hear him move around the kitchen. She felt him nudge her knee, and she instantly opened for him, were he stepped easily between them. He kissed her gently on the cheek.

“Ok, you can open them now” Deja looked at him, and he nodded to the box in his hand “open it” he urged her. Slowly, she lifted the lid off the box, and a huge smile spread across her lips.

“Its....wow”

“I thought that since you’ll be spending a lot of time in the lab, you should have a real lab coat like Liz and the rest of them. Except every time you wear it you will think about me” he finished shyly. Deja ran her hand over the crisp white coat. Her fingers traced over her name that was embossed in black on the left breast.

“I love it, and I will....be thinking of you” she sat the box on the stool beside her, and pulled him flush between her legs, were she proceeded to kiss him senseless. He pushed her back up against the counter, cupped the back of her head, as their tongues danced together. And that was exactly how Liz found them. Her loud gasp, caused them to jump apart as if on fire.
“Liz!” Deja nearly fell off the stool, but he caught her just in time.

“I-we.....there was no more ice” Liz rushed to explain.

“I’ll get it” Deja rushed to retrieve the bowl from her hands, and went to filled it with ice. Brian placed the lid back on the box, and shifted nervously under Liz’s questioning gaze.

“I’ll just.......I’m going to....yeah” Brian rushed out of the kitchen, sending one final glance towards Deja. Liz stared at Deja as she shifted from one foot to the other.

“Deja?”

“Please don’t say anything about this to anyone.........please” the fearful plead in her eyes, and the shaking of her body, caused Liz to rush to her side.

“Why.....what’s wrong sweetie” Liz stroked her black hair away from her face. Liz waited while she calmed down.

“Liz, you can’t tell anyone about this.......not even Max” she tried to make Liz realize just how important this was to her.

“Deja, Max and I don’t keep secrets from each other” she saw her eyes widen in fear “but if this is that important to you....”

“Oh thank you Liz” she threw her arms around her.

“It’s ok.......mind if I ask you a question” Deja nodded her head slowly “how long have you two been together.” a huge smile came upon Deja’s face, before she ducked her head shyly.

“Every since we came back from rescuing Max” the young girl admitted. Again, Liz stood there in shock.

“Four years!...........why all the secrecy” she pondered.

“It’s just........”

“Complicated” Liz supplied.

“Yeah”

They sat and talked for a minute, before Bel came in to retrieve the bowl of ice.
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I have a feeling Deja doesn’t have to worry about me telling Max, I believe he already knows. I think that was what he had been hinting at when he told me to keep an eye on Brian. I guess I now know where he would disappear to when he needed time away. Now that I sit and think about it, he always needed time away when Deja was unable to make it home for the weekend. How could I’ve been so blind to realize it. I hope they can figure out what is going on between them, and stop with all the secrecy. Secrets are always hard to keep.

Gotta go, a certain little boy is demanding his feeding.

Bye.....

L.

October 30, 2012

Remember how I said that secrets are very hard to keep? Well I lied, they’re impossible to keep. As I guessed, Max had known right from the beginning about Deja and Brian, and had promised Brian that he wouldn’t say anything. I guess that all the secrets finally took there toll on Brian.....

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The entire family was once again gathered at the Crashdown to celebrate Max and Liz’s 11th wedding anniversary. Brian had just walked in from his shift, and Liz didn’t miss the way his eyes immediately landed on Deja, or how she sat straight up in her seat seconds before he entered the café.

“How long do you think they’re going to continue to pretend to be friends” Max whispered in his wife’s ear. He too had noticed the interaction between the two.

“Who knows, they’ve kept it a secret this long.......no telling” she snuggled more comfortable against him. The bells over the door jingled, and everyone turned to see who it was. A very tall, and curvy redhead stride thru the door. She was dressed in a pair of jogging sweats and a white man beater that hugged her in all the right places, she looked like she had been out for a run. Even dressed in plain clothing, she was a total knockout. She nodded briefly to the sheriff, before making her way over to Brian. Brian had been playing with his nieces when she walked over to him.

“Hey deputy, don’t you ever go off duty” she smiled at him. Brian gave her a toothy grin, and picked up little Eliza.

“Now you know someone has to keep the citizens safe from the means streets of Roswell” he joked, and she laughed heartily.

“Means streets huh. Maybe I should have an police escort to protect me against all those bad people in these streets as I finish my run. Care escort me Deputy” now it was Brian’s time to laugh loudly.

“Why? You’re the best shot on the squad and if I’m not mistaken one belt away from ninja. Maybe it should be me asking you to escort me home” he teased, causing her to blush.

“Stop, you’re stroking my ego way to fondly” she swatted his arm, but let it linger there a little longer then necessary. The two of them stood there just staring at the other. Eliza’s babbling broke their attention. The others had been watching the scene, and couldn’t be any happier for Brian. Since he has been here, Maria and the rest of the girls had been trying to set him up on dates, but he would kindly decline. Now Liz knew why. Her eyes turned to Deja who was sitting across the booth from them. Their was a mixture of emotions running across her face, but the jealousy was plain to see. Liz could feel her energy building, and she knew that she had to get her out of there.....fast.

“Deja” she placed her hand over hers, only to pull back from the jolt of energy that went thru her arm.

“I’m sorry Liz” she whispered, and lowered her head.

“Who’s your friend Bry” Maria smiled.

“I’m sorry everyone this is Tina Lewis, Roswell’s newest Deputy. Tina this is everybody” he turned towards Michael.

“This is my brother Michael, and his wife Maria. This little one here is their daughter Eliza, and over there” he pointed to Amaris “their other daughter Amaris. You already know the Sheriff..his wife Amy....Mr. and Mrs. Evans.....the Parkers......Chris and Tess......Isabel and Alex......Kyle and Sandra ....Deja, and the guests of honor Max and Liz.....there’s a bunch of kids running around, but it’ll take forever to wrangle them all up” he finished, scratching the back of his neck.

“Nice to met you” she replied politely. There were lots of ‘nice to meet yous’ and ‘welcome to Roswell’s’ thrown around. Tina looked around the café, and took it in for the first time since she’d stepped in. There was a large cake on one of the tables, and decorations all around, and it appeared to be closed, except for them. She remembered what Brian said about guests of honor, and realized she walked in on a private party.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to intrude on your party. It’s just I’ve past this place every night on my jog, and when I saw the Deputy here, I thought I’d stop in and say hi” she started to back up towards the door, but stopped with Diane’s voice.

“None sense, you’re not intruding. Stay, have some cake” everyone agreed. Deja’s unclenched here hands on the table, and braced them flat against it.

“Are you sure...I don’t want to impose” Tina said uncertainly.

“Of course” Diane ushered her to a table, and went to get her a piece of cake. Everyone took to getting to know her more. Brian sat across from her, and they laughed and talk quietly to each other.

“Excuse me” Deja quickly ran thru the back doors, trying to escape before her tears fell.

“Max” Liz pointed to the scorched hand prints on the table that Deja left, and he quickly ran his hand over it, removing them.

“I’m going to go talk to her” Liz extracted herself from him, and went after Deja. She found her in the backroom, tears running down her face. She sat down next to her, and waited.

“How co-could he do this to me” she stifled. Liz sat and listened, waiting for her chance to speak. She knew what she was going to say was going to either hurt her or make her very angry.

“He’s only doing what you asked him to do” she said gently.

“What!” Deja shouted, as she stood up angrily “I never asked him to flirt with that tramp” she argued.

“No, you didn’t, but you did ask him to keep your relationship a secret, and act as if you two were just friends. What, did you except him to introduce you as his girlfriend in front of everyone” Liz tried to make her understand, but Deja was too upset to listen to reason.
“Whatever, I’m out of here” she pushed her way angrily thru the employee door, slamming right into Max.

“Whoa there, you ok?” he asked her as he steady her.

“I’m fine” she mumbled before pulling out of his hands. Everyone could see the tears in her eyes, and Brian was the first one to his feet. Hastily she snatched up her sweater and purse, and was about to storm out the door, when a pair of hands grabbed her.

“Let go of me” she spoke thru gritted teeth.

“No! You don’t think I felt you.....felt your anger...your jealousy” he spoke calmly to her.

“Jealous, why should I be jealous that you pant like a dog in heat with the whiff of new pussy that comes your way” she turned fire eyes at him. Michael, who had been watching intently like the others, had just taken a drink when she said this, and spitted it across the room in shock. The others too stared on in shock at the scene, but was determined to find out what was going on.

“You’re a fine piece of work, you know that. If I’m not mistaken, YOU were the one that wanted to keep things between us a secret. YOU are the one that is afraid to admit YOU love me. But you know what” his voice was rising “I’m tried of keeping secrets, and if YOU are to scared to follow your heart, maybe we shouldn’t be together” he was breathing heavily against her face, his own anger with the whole situation was starting to take over. Why come she can’t open herself up to him like he has to her. Maybe she really didn’t love him as much as he loves her. He never saw her hand reach back, but he definitely felt the sting of it as it landed across his face.

“GO TO HELL!” she shouted, and pushed her way thru the door.

“Fuck!” he growled as he grabbed his hat, and raced out the door. Everyone just stood there in complete shock, only Max and Liz knew what was going on.

“Ok, we are definitely out of the loop here” Maria announced.
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Brian had went home, hoping to catch Deja there, but had no such luck. Deja never returned to the house. Two days later, she showed up on our doorstep in tears, and she begged Max to send her back to Antar. Max was reluctant, but knew it was her choice. She left with the clothes on her back, and tears in her eyes. Brian was devastated, and wanted nothing more but to go after her, but after Lex had heard what happened, he sent a message that if he was to come, he was going to do him bodily harm. Brian was willing to take a beaten if it meant he could at least talk to her, but Max had witness the anger in Lex, and knew that if Brian was to return to Antar, Lex was going to do more then beat him, Lex was for sure to kill him. He suggested that they waited and let things cool down, and then maybe they could all sit down and talk. That was two months ago......

L.

December 25, 2012

Well it’s Christmas, and Claudia’s third birthday. Today was a great day for all. The kids had an excellent time opening presents and showing them around. We ate, laughed and talked all day. There were a couple of surprises also. Maria and Michael are expecting again, and they couldn’t be more happier, but I think Michael would be if it was a boy, but of course they’re having another girl. But I think the biggest surprise was Deja’s return, and the small package that she brought with her....

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The front door opened, and Max announced his arrival. He had disappeared about an hour ago, saying he had to pick up one last present. Liz made her way out of the kitchen and into the living room were everyone was standing. Everyone was standing there with open mouths and wide eyes. She followed their line of vision, and a loud gasp escaped her lips.

“Deja” she whispered. Deja stood nervously in the doorway, Lex stood protectively to her right, and Max to her left, and in his arms he cradled a small, squirming blue blanket.

“Hey” she smiled nervously, and shifted from foot to foot. A collective of ‘hey’s’ and ‘welcome homes’ went around the room. Silence fell upon them once again, no one quite sure of what to say. Brian stood slowly, his eyes trained solely on Deja. Max shifted the tiny bundle in his arm.

“Why don’t I go and lay him down in Adams crib” he suggested.

“Thank you Your Majesty” Lex handed him the baby’s knapsack, and Max headed down the hall, leaving a very nervous Deja and an pissed off Lex in the doorway. Liz, having regain her composure, finally found her voice.

“Well, don’t just stand there in the doorway. Come in, we’ve missed you” she gave her a warm hug, and Deja let out a relieved sigh. She wasn’t sure if coming back here was such a good idea. She hadn’t exactly left on good terms, and she didn’t know how the others felt towards here. When she had left, she needed time away. Time to think about everything that went on, and what she wanted. What Brian had said that day in the Crash, had hurt her deeply, not because he had actually yelled at her, but because the things he said were all true.
She was afraid to love him. All those years they spent keeping their relationship a secret, she never let herself open up to him, the way he had opened up to her. He was always letting her know how much he loved her, but never once had she said those three little words. She was scared to give him her heart. She was scared of being hurt. Everyone in her life of importance, besides Lex, were gone, and she couldn’t risk losing another. So instead, she fought her feelings for four years, scared to allow him inside her heart.

She thought that returning to Antar, leaving him behind, would be the most simplest thing in the world, but she was mistaken. That first night had been a living nightmare. After she had calmed Lex down, and convinced him not to kill Brian. She had went to his room, and in there, she cried all night into the early morning. Her heart felt like it was split in two, and she only carried half of it. She knew the other half was on Earth, with Brian. She loved him, and it took a act of jealousy to make her realize just how much.

She realized she was pregnant about a week later. Lex had been furious, and again she had to restrain him from going to Earth and rip Brian’s head off. Knowing that she couldn’t return in her condition, she stayed until the baby was born. Since she and Brian were both full Antarian, the pregnancy had only lasted a month. Max, who had returned for a meeting had been there when Daniel was born, and had promised to keep him a secret, only if she promised to return home when he was old enough for travel. So, here they are.

Deja stepped into the welcome arms that awaited her. Brian stood to the side, nervously shifting under Lex’s death glares. Before he could react, Lex’s fist connected with his jaw.

“Lex!” Deja shouted at her brother, as he continued to pound his fist in Brian’s face.

“Shit!” Michael and Chris rushed to pull Lex off him. He struggled and fought against them, but Max’s voice stopped his actions.

“ENOUGH!” his voice was powerful, and Lex knew to respect his King. Maria and Alex help Brian to his feet. Deja jumped in her brothers face.

“You promised” she cried.

“I promised I wouldn’t kill him, and I didn’t” Lex huffed. Deja slapped him up side his head, and he saw the hurt in her eyes.

“I’m sorry Deja” he sounded so small.

“I’m not the one you should be apologizing too”

“Forget it!” he retorted, but when he saw her glare at him, he immediately relented “sorry” he said thru gritted teeth. The others had to hide their smiles at the scene. Lex was six foot four and two hundred and thirty pounds of manly man, but was no match for his five foot five and barely hundred pounds little sister. Deja walked over to Brian, she wiped the blood from the split in his lip.

“Are you ok” she asked tenderly. Brian closed his eyes at the feel of her hands on him in four months ago.

“Yeah” he whispered.

“Hey, look who woke up from all the commotion” Tess cooed as she rocked the baby in her arms. Lex walked over and gently gathered his nephew in his arms. Knowing that he had no choice in the matter, he walked over to Brian, talking softly to the baby as he went. Brian stared in fascination at the squirming little boy, and he turned questioning eyes to Deja. She simply nodded, and gave him a small smile.

“You want to meet your daddy little man” Daniel kicked playfully in his uncles arms “...yes you do, don’t you....who’s uncles little man” he nuzzled his nose and stroked his cheek. Deja rolled her eyes playfully at her brother. Every since Daniel was born, Lex has been the only father figure he knew, and he had brought out a side of Lex that Deja hadn’t seen since their parents were killed. Lex straighten when he hear snickering around him. Carefully, he placed Daniel in Brian’s arms.

“Make sure to support his head” he cautioned as he hovered protectively. Brian raised his tear filled eyes to him.

“Thanks” not the one to show emotions, Lex mumbled a quick ‘yeah’ before making his way across the room.
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The rest of the evening has been spent gushing over Daniel, and the kids trying on their new clothes or testing all their cool new toys. All and all, this Christmas was full of wonderful surprises and tons of love.

Merry Christmas....
L.

January 31, 2013
Forgive me if this entry is short, but my heart isn’t into writing at the moment, but I had to come and document another birth into out family. Michaela Parker Guerin was born today at 1:15pm. She came to early, and as a result, she only weighed in at 4lbs 5oz. God, when Michael had called me at the lab, I was for sure I wasn’t going to make it in time, and when I did, I was greeted with the sight of my little niece, fighting for her life. Max is away on Antar, so I was her only hope. I did all that was physically possible, now it is up to her to continue the fight. Maria as doing fine, and we have managed to convince her that it isn’t her fault, and that little Michaela is a fighter, and will make it thru this. So say a little prayer for them. I have to go and sit with my niece.

L.

August 27, 2013

The twins are officially teenagers today. Max finally caved, and allowed them to have a boy-girl party down in the basement. He has been pacing the floor for the last hour, every since the first group of kids arrived. It not like they haven’t had a co-ed party before, but this is the first one were we aren’t present at. The twins had begged and pleaded to allow them a real party with just their friends, and Max had refused. But after two weeks of working on him, he caved, but only if they agreed to a family party the day before their birthday, in which they eagerly agreed.

I just came from down there, and it was so cute. All the girls were standing on one side, and all the boys on the other. One of the girls..Lacey...Linda...Laura, Laura that was her name. Her and some of her little friends were trying to get Xan’s attention, but he was to busy talking to John about some computer game. Bel, Sonya and Amber were trying to get everyone on the dance floor..........teenagers.

Anyways, what else has been going on you ask. While little Michaela came thru, and now is a healthy 7 month old. Although she is still small for her age, Chris says she is right on track and ranks high up there with other children her age. Michael and Maria make sure she has tones of attention, but she seems to prefer Michael’s attention the most.

Deja’s return at Christmas was a permanent stay. She and Daniel have moved back in with Brian, and although they live together, they’re not together at the time. Deja had confessed her love for him, and he fully returned it, but he is still hurting over their whole ordeal and the way she left him, so now it is him who is scared to give her his heart. Completely understanding his hesitation in jumping back in a relationship together, Deja is determine to give him as much time as he needed, and they are taking things slowly.

Isabel and Alex are expecting child number two, and couldn’t be more happier. Like we already knew, Isabel is a great mom, it seemed to come naturally to her. I believe it’s from all the practice she had with all her nieces and nephew. I surely how this next one is a girl, although Alex insist that he’s only capable of producing boys.....once again.......MEN!

Tess and Chris have decided to adopt. Since they haven’t been blessed with a child of the own, they realized that there are dozens of orphan children out there that needed a good home. Max, Michael and Isabel, all knowing all to well what living in an orphanage was like, thought that it is a good idea, and everyone couldn’t agree more. Phillip and Diane are assisting them in the classes and paperwork.

On another note, Max’s nightmares have return. Actually, I know they never disappeared. He said that they did, but I know that they never went away. I know he only said they did to appease me, but for years now, I’ve sat up and listen to him as he whimpered in his sleep. I just wished that he would come to me and let me in............

Later.......
L.


November 10, 2013

Anthony Phillip Whitman was born today at 3am. He weighed 6lbs 6oz, and both mother and son are doing great.

June 5, 2014

After almost a year, the papers are finally final, and Tess and Chris are proud parents of a six month old baby boy. Born on December 2, 2013 Samuel’s mother died in childbirth, and had no other living relatives. The Evans had fought tooth and nails to get Tess and Chris to be foster parents for him, and with Phillips persuasion, they were able to adopt him six months later. He is such a happy boy, with his sandy brown hair and green eyes, we all fell in love with him at first sight. I’m so happy for them.....

L.

June 5, 2015

It’s funny how faith works. It’s been a year today since Samuel came into everyone’s lives, and he has brought nothing but happiness. So, it’s ironic that once they stop trying to have a baby, that they finally get pregnant. Tess and Chris are going to have a new addition to their family. They were so shocked at the news, that they have been walking around in a daze, not quite believing it, for the last two days.........the Lord works in mysterious ways.

Bye for now.......

L.

September 19, 2015

Celeste Renee Johnson made her debut this evening at 7:55pm. She is a splitting image of her mother. She has a head full of blonde curls, and her piercing blue eyes, and the cutest little dimples. She weighed in at 6lbs even, and Chris hasn’t put her down once since she was born. Samuel just adores his little sister, and just like his daddy, he is plastered at her side. Tess is doing fine, and was resting the last time I checked on her. I think I’m going to call it a night, I’ve been on my feet all day.

Goodnight...
L.

March 12, 2016

Guess what? Don’t feel like guessing........well I’m pregnant. I know, this was definitely a surprise. Max and I had been taking precautions, but apparently they didn’t work. Remind me never again to strut a French Maid costume in front of a horny alien who had been gone for a week. I now know that our daughter was conceived on his birthday, oh what a night that had been. We had made love several times, in different places around the house, and in several positions. And as I think about it, we never once used a condom. But we are happy, and so are the children, and we will treat her no different then the others. She’s our little surprise.

Deja is also pregnant. Her and Brian finally took their relationship farther once again last year, and couldn’t be more happier.

Max had to go on a mission to Omni, and has been gone for a month now. Our connection is not there, and I hate that. He had refused to let me come with him because of the pregnancy, and had made Michael stay to watch after me. Like I need protection. I’m an Alien Queen, and I dare anyone to mess with me........

Max laughed at this, but kept reading.....

Anyways, Xan and Bel have been going at it since he left, mainly Xan. He still has issues with Bel’s boyfriend Kevin. I think I’m going to have to have Max talk to him. Clare, Amaris and Isaac are away at camp with the school. Adam and Claudia are staying at my parents this weekend. Michael and Brian are going to help me retrieve the baby furniture from storage tomorrow.....God I miss Max. The last two days have been hard. The baby has been connecting with me, and she constantly asking for him.

Max, please hurry home.

L.

Max closed the book after reading the last entry she had written. Their whole lives were documented in the pages of this worn journal. From good times and bad, he wouldn’t trade one single day of it. He took a look at his watch, and realized that it was 5:45, he knew that the sun would be coming up soon, and that Liz was surely to wake up with the sun. He rose up, and walked back towards the SUV.

A wave of grief and sadness slammed into him, and he instantly knew that it was Liz. He took off in full speed towards the jeep, and quickly jumped in. Tossing the journal in the passenger seat, he threw the jeep in gear, and sped off down the highway. He didn’t know what was wrong, but he knew she needed him. As he came back into town, he knew she wasn’t at home. He parked the SUV in their driveway, and sprinted across the street. He banged on Maria and Michael’s door. The door swung open, and he was met by Maria’s high pitched squeal.



Tell me what you think................LS

[Lady Scorpio]

Chapter 15

Max stumbled backwards as Maria’s small body flung into his. He wrapped his arms around her, and gave her a tight squeeze, before releasing her.

“Oh my god Max......I can’t believe you’re finally home......you don’t know what it’s like have to be around your wife and kids when you’re not around.......I mean, the moping and sulking can really get depressing......”

“Maria!” Max smiled down at his long winded friend, trying hard to decipher what she was saying. She had lost him at ‘Oh my god’. Her mouth was moving a mile a minute, and everything she said, only seemed to come out clustered together. Maria stopped abruptly at the smile on his face.

“What?”

“I missed you too” she gave him another hug before releasing him.
“Come on Moondoggie, she’s inside.......but I guess you already knew that” she pulled him into the house, and closed the door.

“Uncle Max!” Amaris and Eliza shouted as they saw their uncle on their way out of the room.

“Hey, there are my favorite nieces” Max gathered them in his arms “man, you guys are getting to big for me to pick up......you’re killing me” Max pretended to fall to the ground under their weight, and the girls proceeded to break out in fits of giggles as he found their ticklish spot.

“Uncky Max!....look My Lizzie, Uncky Max” liz stood in the doorway and watched, as Michaela ran to save her sisters from their uncles torturous fingers, only to be capture herself. She couldn’t believe it, he was really there, and if she hadn’t been so upset, she would have been able to feel him thru their connection.

“Somebody help me” Max cried, as the Guerin girls tackled him to the ground. His hearty laugh vibrated around the room, as they tickled and pinched his sides.

“Alright, alright girls, I think uncle Max gives up” Maria announced as she grabbed Eliza, and Michael tossed Amaris over his shoulder.

“Daddy!” she giggled when Michael twirled her round. Michaela latched onto Max’s back as he stood up.

“Look My Lizzie, Uncky Max’s home.....he can fix your dream” she exclaimed happily. Michaela hated it when Liz was upset, and she knew that her Uncle Max always made her auntie happy. Liz smiled gratefully at her niece, before her eyes locked with the concerned ones of Max’s.

“Come on little one, lets go get you dressed” Maria lifted the tiny toddler off Max, and headed down the hall. She knew whatever caused Liz to come knocking on their door so early in the morning, Max would find out what was bothering her.

“Bye Unky Max.....Bye bye My Lizzie” Michaela waved over her mother’s shoulder.

“Bye Slugger”

“Bye Sweetie” they yelled after her. Alone, Liz stared at Max, and watched as he stared after Michaela. Finally, he turned his attention to her, and was at her side.

“Liz....Love, what’s wrong” he ran his hand over her body, make a small connection with his daughter. When he was satisfied that she was indeed okay, he brought his eyes back to Liz’s face. Tears had formed in her eyes as she watched the tender way he always took care of her, and made sure she was okay.

“Oh Max” she wrapped her arms around him, and he held her tight against him.

“Liz baby, tell me what’s wrong? What did Michaela mean about fixing your dream?” she could feel the worry coming off him, and now she felt silly about crying over some dream.

“It’s nothing Max, just a stupid dream” she assured him. Max ran his hand thru her hair, and pulled back so that he could get a good look at her. He searched her eyes, and saw that she was still upset. Bringing his lips to hers, he opened a connection. He saw her as she woke up, he felt the sadness and despair that washed over her when she realized he wasn’t there with her. She thought that she had dreamed last night.

“Oh Liz” he released her lips “I’m sorry Love, it wasn’t a dream” he hugged her tight against his chest.

“But...you were gone, and my clothes...”

“I put them back on you, I didn’t want one of the kids to walk in on you” he smiled, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. Smiled up at him, and saw the truth in his eyes. It wasn’t a dream, and he was really with her last night. A frown came across her face.

“I thought you weren’t coming home for another week........did something happen?”

“No, I just couldn’t stand being away from you and the kids any longer. We have been working no n-stop for the last week, so that I could come home early” his lips found hers once again, and the kiss soon turned intense.

“Lets keep it PG shall we” Michael’s irritated voice broke them out of their lip lock. Eliza was ridding her daddy’s back, and Amaris was right behind them. Walking over to Max, Michael slapped him on the back.

“Welcome home Maxwell” he bent down to let Eliza get down “everything ok” he asked, standing in front of them.

“Yeah” they said together.

“Good. Now, get out, I know that your kids are dying to see you” he instructed them as he pushed them towards the door.

“Alright, alright we’re going” Liz giggled as he shoved them “later Ria!” she shouted seconds before the door shut on them. Max and Liz headed across the street, laughing at Michael’s rudeness. Michael hates it when he can’t sleep in on Saturday mornings. Stepping into the house, they both reached for the children. Of course, they were still asleep. Liz was the only one that got up with the sun. She says it was because of all the times she had to open the Crash with her father, but Max believes that she loves the time to herself. He would usually lay in bed, and watch her as she stared out into the morning sun, before writing in her journal, or just watch him as he pretended to be sleep.

Max walked over to the fridge and saw a note from Brian.

Liz,
Sorry about yesterday. I told you I’ll make it up to you, so I put together the crib, and moved the dresser were you wanted it. I have to be on duty early today, and I’m pulling a double shift so I came early. I hope I didn’t run you off this morning, I was going to come after you, but I saw that you made it safely to Michael’s. Hope your ok, and hope you like the nursery the way it is.

Brian

“I should really call him, and make sure I didn’t freak him out too much” she giggled over his shoulder, as she read the letter.

“I’m sure he’s fine” he brought his arm around her shoulders, and pulled her firmly against him, so that his front was flush against her back. His hands trailed smoothly over the bulge that was their daughter. He nuzzled her hair, and the scent of strawberries and cream invaded his senses, making him instantly aroused.

“I think it’s me who is wounded” he told her, his hands drifting downwards, slowly making their way to her thigh, were he began to massage them gently.

“Y-you.....why” her breathing was beginning to quicken as his hands began to creep closer and closer to her core.

“Because...” he cupped her heat, letting out a growl that vibrated in his chest, at the wetness that he found there “apparently I didn’t do a good job last night, if you thought it was all a dream” he whispered huskily in her ear.

“On the con-contrary........oh Max” she cried “......y-you were wonderful.....th-that is why I got so upset” she moaned as his hand slipped into her boxers and caress her naked heat. His fingers ran thru her slick folds, and her legs grew weak, and she was thankful for his support.

“Just the same, I think I need to put in a little overtime” he grinded his hips into hers, and couldn’t contain the moan that escaped his lips. He placed lingering kisses on her neck, and plunged his fingers in her wet core.
“Maaaxx.....bedroom.......NOW!” Liz couldn’t take it any longer, she needed him inside her. Max swiftly lifted her in his arms and ran towards their bedroom.


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Two hours later, Max extracted himself from a very sated Liz, and made his way to the kitchen to make breakfast for his family. It was 8:30, and he knew that on the weekend, the kids usually slept in until around 9, so he wanted to have breakfast started for them.

He was standing at the counter preparing the pancake batter, when he heard footsteps coming down the hall, he knew instantly who it was as he looked towards the door. Claudia yawned deeply, as she descended down the hall. She had been woke for the last thirty minutes, but was to lazy to get out of the comforts of her bed. She had heard noises from the kitchen, and knew her mom was up making breakfast, so she decided to come and help. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes, and made her way into the kitchen, only to stop at the sight that met her.

“Daddy!” she screamed as she ran into his arms. Max had felt her the moment she had woken up. Even though he would never admit it to anyone, his connection with Claudia was the strongest out of all his children. Now that Xan and Bel were older, they had learned to block their connection from each other and him and Liz. Clare, even though she is part Antarian, connections seemed to be hard for her to make. They weren’t her strongest gift, and she rarely focused on making them. Adam was more connected to Liz, but Claudia, Claudia was the one that he could always form the easiest connection with. She was like Liz, she seemed to balance his powers.

“Hey Pudding” he engulfed her into a bear hug and twirled her around. God he missed this.

“I missed you” she pouted.

“I missed you too” his arms tightening around her.

“I hate it when you have to leave” she pulled back so that he could see the seriousness in her face. Max ran his hand thru her long brown hair, and placed a kiss on her forehead.

“I know Pudding, daddy doesn’t like to be away from you either, but you know what”

“What?”

“I won’t have to go back anytime soon so I get to stay here with you guys” he saw the light in her eyes grow bright right before her little arms encircled around his neck.

“Good” she whispered.

“Hey, how about you help me with breakfast”

“Ok” together they continued to prepare breakfast. Claudia loved being alone with her daddy. Having four other brothers and sisters, their parents had to divide their attention equally between them. But moments like this when it was just her and her daddy, she relished his undivided attention. She sat the plate of pancakes on the table, and went to retrieve the orange juice.

The smell of bacon pulled him out of his dreams. Xan made his way down the hall. His eyes still unfocused as he made his way into the kitchen.

“Morning mom” he yawned as he grabbed a glass from the cupboard.

“Has it been that long since you’ve seen me, that you’re resulted to calling me mom” Max smirked at his sleepy son, and Claudia giggled at her brothers mix up. Xan turned sharply towards the table, were his dad and sister stood laughing at him. A burning blush crept up his neck.

“Sorry dad” sitting the glass on the cabinet, Xan ran over and gave his dad a hug.

“It’s ok son........I missed you” Max told his oldest child.

“Not as much as I missed you” Xan told him, and it was true. Unlike most teenagers, Max and Xan had the perfect father/son relationship. He could talk to his father about anything, from school and sports, to girls and sex. There was no shame when it came to talking to his dad, or his mother for that matter. His parents had already been open with each of them, and only asked the same from their children.

“So, what’s been going on” Max asked him as he released his hold on him.

“Not much” Xan shrugged, pulling on Claudia’s hair “morning Claud” he smiled at her.

“Morning” she grinned as she shoved his hand out of her hair.

“How’s practice going” Max asked, retrieving the toast out of the toaster.

“It’s going good. We’re suppose to have a scrimmage game in two weeks.......think you can make it” he asked hopefully.

“Do you think I’ll miss seeing you in action” Max asked him as he sat the plate on the table “have I ever missed a game” he told him seriously. Xan sat and thought about it, and it was true. As long as he has been playing soccer, his parents and his family has never missed a game, not even when his father had to return to Antar, he made sure that he was home in time to make it to whatever extracurricular activity that they participated in.

“No you haven’t”

“Why don’t you go wake your sisters and brother for breakfast”

“Sure......hey Claud, why don’t you help me” he bent down, and she immediately jumped on his back. Together, they made it down the hall to retrieve their siblings. One by one, the Evans children all gathered around the table, with Liz being the last to join them. Max had let her sleep, because he had indeed put it on her, and knew that she needed rest after the multiple times he had made love to her this morning.

They all sat around the table laughing and talking, trying to catch Max up on what has been going on in their lives the last month. Clare had told him about her time at camp, and who she had won the camps ‘Best Camper’ award, with Amaris and Isaac right behind her. It may seem strange to have camp in March, but this wasn’t any ordinary camp.

Clare, Isaac and Amaris were all gifted kids, and it showed in their work. Clare, at the age of two could play Mozart by ear, and had a memory like an elephant. She could recite Shakespeare fluently at the age of five, and was already taking high school math. The school had wanted to advance her to a higher grade, but Max and Liz wanted her to have a normal childhood.

Amaris, as they already knew, has an excellent eye for art. She has already had three of her paintings that won first place in the school’s art show, and at the age of four, she had two paintings showcased in her father’s art show. She too is a excellent student, although she is not as advanced as Clare, she does get the highest marks in her class.

Isaac, is a whiz with numbers. You could throw out a math problem to him, and he would give you the answer, right down to the decimal point, all in five seconds. It’s like the kid has a calculator for a brain. He and Clare take the same high school math together. Math seems to be the only subject that interest him, because he struggles in all his other subjects. Amaris and Clare tutor him a lot, and Kyle and Sandra can’t understand how he could do so well in math, but suck in everything else.

The camp was for students that accelerated in math, art, music and science. It was were the kids could go, and meet other students like them from all around New Mexico, that shared the same interest as them. It was a chance for them to show the abilities without having to be teased and taunted about their intellects. Something Liz knew all to well, so they had all agreed that it would be a good idea, plus Isabel was a chaperone, and she knew that the Three Musketeers couldn’t ger into much trouble with their aunt’s watchful eye on them.

“How’s Kevin” Max asked Bel, don’t missing the glare she gave Xan, or the slight increase of power that came from his son.

“He’s good daddy” she smiled.

“Is he treating you right” Max wasn’t thrilled about his babygirl dating, but he knew he couldn’t keep her under lock and key forever. Kevin had been the first one that he actually liked a little bit. He seemed to have a good head on his shoulders, and the main thing was that he made Bel happy. He knew of his reputation with the young ladies, Xan had made sure he knew. But he made a point to give people the benefit of doubt before he passed judgement on them, and so far, Kevin hasn’t done anything to tarnish his opinion....yet.

“Yes daddy” Bel rolled her eyes at his protectiveness.

“Good........why don’t you invite him over for dinner tonight, its been a long time since I’ve seen him” it was more of a statement, something that wasn’t up for debate, and Bel knew this.

“Sure daddy” the rest of the morning went on just like that. They spent most of the day spending quality time with each other.

That evening, Max, Liz, Adam and Claudia was making dinner for their pending guest, while Clare helped Bel as she tried to find something to wear.

“What about this” she asked, holding up a pair of brown hip huggers, and a white sweater.

“Um.....no” Clare frowned her nose up at the selection. She made her way over to the closet, and searched thru it.

“Here” she handed her a black knee length skirt, and a maroon v-neck sleeveless shirt. Bel held the outfit up against her, and looked over herself in the mirror.

“You think it will be ok” she asked uncertainly. She began to remove her robe, to try it on. She had to admit, it did look good.

“See, I told you” Clare beamed, watching her sister twirl around, trying to get a view from all sides.

“Yeah, you’re right” she tossed a pillow at her “you’re good kid” she came and sat down next to her, and wrapped her arms around her.

“Are you nervous about tonight” Clare asked her.

“Not really, its not the first time Kevin will be meeting mom and dad” Bel stood up and slipped on her shoes “the only person I’m worried about is Xan.”

“Xan.....why?” Clare took the brush from her, and began to brush out her sister’s hair.

“If you haven’t noticed, Kevin isn’t Xan’s biggest fan. I mean, Kevin tries to get along with him, but Xan is so stubborn” she sighed.

“He’s only like that, because he wants to protect you” Clare assured her.

“Clare, I’m an alien hybrid, I’m pretty sure that I can protect myself” she locked eyes with her in the mirror.

“I’m pretty sure that you can, but at least cut him some slack” Clare shrugged her shoulders.

“You know you sound more and more like mom everyday” she joked.

“And you love me for it” she smirked.
“Yeah I do” she smiled at her little sister. Just then, the doorbell rung, signaling Kevin’s arrival. The two made town the hall, just as their dad was letting Kevin in.

“Good evening Mr. Evans” Kevin extended his hand, in which Max kindly accepted.

“Kevin, it’s good to see you again”

“You too sir” Kevin clutched the two bouquets of flowers in his hand as Max lead him into the living room.

“Kevin, how are you” Liz smiled, wiping her hands on her apron.

“I’m good Mrs. Evans.....these are for you” he handed her the flowers “Bel said that white roses were your favorite” he explained, hoping he was making a good impression.

“They are. These are lovely, thank you” she brought them to her nose, and inhaled the lovely scent.

“Hey Kevin” Adam and Claudia said as they came to join them.

“Hey munchkins” Kevin smiled as he flicked their noses, causing them to giggle. Max wrapped his arms around his wife, and smiled.

“What’s up Kevin” Clare beamed as she stood in the doorway with Bel. Kevin turned to the sound of her voice, and his jaw dropped when he saw Bel. She was beautiful. Her long ebony hair, flowed endlessly over her shoulders. Her face never needed to be covered in makeup, just the small amounts of lip gloss she wore, made her look lovely. He couldn’t help his eyes from wandering to her legs, legs that were very shapely. He groaned inwardly, hoping her father didn’t notice were his eyes were trained.

“You look beautiful” he spoke, once he was able to clear his mind “these are for you” he said, handing her the small bouquet of red roses.

“Thank you” she smiled shyly. They stood there for a moment, just staring at each other for the longest time, before Clare’s shifting next to them broke them out of their staring contest.

“Um...hey Clare” he said, finally acknowledging her presence.

“Hey” she teased. Bel linked hands with him, and walked fully into the living room.

“Why don’t I go and put these into some water” Liz said, indicating the flowers.

“I’ll help you” Clare laced her fingers thru her mother’s.

“Me too” Adam and Claudia said together. They all exited into the kitchen, leaving Max alone with Bel and Kevin. They stood in silence, before Max motioned for them to have a seat.

“So Kevin, how are your parents” Max asked him. Kevin parents were one of the wealthiest in Roswell. They owned almost half the town.

“They’re doing great. They have been dying to meet you and Mrs. Evans” he explained.

“Well, I think that can be arranged” Max smiled at the young man across from him.

“Dinner is ready” Liz announced from the doorway.

“Shall we” Bel smiled at her daddy, and lead them into the kitchen. They were all taking their places at the table, when Xan breezed thru the door.

“Sorry I’m late” he said, giving his mother a kiss on the cheek, and ruffling his siblings head.

“It’s ok son, hurry up and get cleaned up and join us” Xan ran to his room, and took a quick shower, and got dressed. He came and took his place next to his father.

“Hey Xan” Kevin offered.

“Kevin” Xan responded shortly.

“Behave son” Max sent him. Xan simply nodded his head.

“How’s the team this year” Kevin asked him, trying to find some common ground with his girlfriend’s brother. Xan knew what he was doing, and he wasn’t going to let him weasel his way into their family.

“As long as I’m their captain, they’ll do well” Xan smirked. Kevin was a senior, and the captain of every sports team there, except soccer. When Xan was a freshman, and Kevin was a sophomore, they had both been the top two players on the team. Kevin was already co-captain of the varsity team, but once the varsity coach got a look at Xan, he replaced Kevin with Xan. Kevin had been furious, and quit the team, saying that he had to much going on, and needed to drop some of his extracurricular activities.

“Xan!” Bel shouted at him. She knew what Xan was doing, and he was acting childish.

“Calm down Bel” Liz placed a hand on her daughter’s arm, and sent a pleading look at her son. Max also sent his son a glare, causing him to mumble a low apology to his sister. The rest of the evening went on without any more complications. Although Max and Liz had to warn Xan silently a couple of times about the death glares he was sending Kevin.

“I think you should talk to Xan” Liz called thru the bathroom door. She was changing into her night clothes, that always consisted of a pair of Max’s boxers and a tank top. Max pulled back the covers on their bed.

“I know, I’ll talk to him tomorrow” he assured her. He climbed into the bed, and waited on her to exit the bathroom.

“I just don’t understand why he has such hatred for Kevin” Liz said as she pulled her hair into a ponytail.

“Leave it down” Max told her, as he opened his arms to her. Liz smiled at him, and tossed the scrunchie on the dresser. She eagerly climbed into his warm embrace, and snuggled against his bare chest. Max ran his hands thru her hair.

“He’s just being her big brother. I was the same way with Isabel. I hated it when she would date all those guys, you don’t know how happy I was when Alex came along” he chuckled. He knew Alex was the right one for his sister. He could tell that he would always protect her, and make her happy.

“Yeah, and I can remember all the times Isabel would come and complain to me about you” she joked. Her hands stroking his chest, unaware of the desires she was causing in him. Max mind had already left the subject the moment her hand started caressing his chest, and he felt his body responded as it always does when she is around.

“Liz” he pulled her on top of him, and ran his hands over her back. Liz felt the wave of desire that slammed into her, causing her own temperature to rise. Their lips met in a passionate kiss, tongues battling for control. Clothing was removed as the air in the room began to crackle with their energy. Max reluctantly pulled away from the kiss, and took several deep breaths, resting his forehead in her shoulder. He stayed like that for a long time, causing Liz to grow worried.

“Max?” she sat up on his hips, and for the first time she noticed his tears. “Max…baby, what’s wrong” her thumbs removed the tears from his cheeks. Max closed his eyes at the tender way her hands caressed his face. He knew that what he was about to do, was going to be the hardest thing that he was faced with since he returned from Antar, ten years earlier. He was about to relive his worst nightmare, and he wasn’t sure if he would be able to go thru with it, but he knew he was ready to, it was time.

“Max?” Liz’s own tears had formed in her eyes, at seeing her husband cry. Max cupped her cheek in his large hand, and traced the tear that trailed from her eyes. He looked her in the eye as he spoke.

“I’m ready Liz….I’m ready to let you see….ready to let you in”




TBC...........LS

[Lady Scorpio]

Ok, just a little warning before you start reading. I'm not too happy about Chapter 16. I think it sucks major, who knows, maybe they all do. I'll let you'll be the judge. Big thanks to everyone who's bumping and leaving f/b, and hey out there to all you lurks........enough talking........let me know what you think, and be honest, I'm a big girl


Chapter 16

Liz stared down at him in shock. It had been ten years, ten years that she had waited patiently to hear those words. Ten years that she had stood aside, watching and listening to him whimper in his sleep, or break out in a cold sweat, as he tried to escape the nightmares, without saying a word. It hurt her deeply, to know that he was suffering so much, but refused to allow her in. Not allowing her to comfort him, and take away his pain. Over the years, she had became quite observant of him, and she noticed how the nightmares were coming more frequently, and if the extreme amount of fear and anger that radiated from him while he was sleeping, was any indication, she also knew that they were getting a lot worse, and every time he returned from Antar, he was very agitated.

She had once asked him if going back to Antar was such a good idea, especially since returning there only seemed to cause him so much distress. He had retorted by saying that their people needed him, and that he was their leader, his own warfare was second compared to that of his people. They had actually argued over it. She was worried about him, he hardly slept, too afraid of the monsters lurking in his own mind. She had yelled at him that his warfare was important to her, and that he was killing her by not talking to her. She had begged and pleaded with him to talk to someone, if not her, someone. Michael had even tried to talk to him. He thought that Max was just to afraid to talk to Liz because he didn’t want to upset her, but Max had refused to approach the subject with him as well. The subject was eventually dropped, but definitely not forgotten.

Now as she stared down at her husband, she could see it. See the haunted shadows in his eyes, as he adverted them from her own. She could feel the shame and humiliation roll off of him at the thought of revealing his darkest secret to her. His body shook in nervous anticipation beneath her, as his fingers clung desperately to her naked hips. He seemed so small, like a frighten and lost little boy. His bangs fell forward over his eyes, concealing them further from her view. Thinking that their position was making him even more nervous, she climbed off of him, noting the confusion on his face over her sudden departure.

“Sit up” she whispered, and Max dutifully complied. Liz climbed in behind him, and rested her back against their headboard. Wrapping her hands under his arms, she coaxed him back against her. Max sunk low against her, his head resting in the valley between her breast. Liz wrapped her legs around his torso, and brought her arms around his neck. Her hand stroked his hair, and she rested her chin on his shoulder as she spoke softly to him.

“I’m here....whenever you’re ready” she told him, sending him all her love, strength and courage. She didn’t want him to feel pressured or nervous. She wanted him to feel safe and loved, and to know that no matter what he told her, he was still loved. Max was grateful for her strength, because he was terrified and didn’t know how to began. Every time he closed his eyes, he was faced with the haunting memories of Kivar, and all the things he had suffered at his hands. He didn’t know what possessed him to tell her he was ready to talk about it, it had been an unspoken battle between them for ten years. They had never let the subject of his capture come between them, but it had resulted in some very heated arguments. Arguments that could had been avoided had he only been able to let her in.

He knew it hurt her with his unwillingness to open up completely to her. He had felt the loneliness she would feel when their connection wasn’t as deep and strong as it was before, but she would respect his wishes, and not bring it up, only doing so when she couldn’t stand to see him in so much pain. He had been thru so much at the hands of Kivar and his men, he didn’t want anyone to feel guilty over it, and he knew that everyone still held a small amount of guilt for not realizing that he was still alive. He didn’t want them to feel that way, so he shielded that part away from everyone, choosing to face the battle alone. Tonight though, when they were kissing, he received a flash from her. She was suffering. She needed him, all of him. She needed to feel him touch her.......heart, mind, body and soul. When he had pulled away from the kiss, it was because he couldn’t take the emptiness he had received from her, and it brought tears to his eyes. And he knew, he knew that he was the only one to fill her soul.

So he fought a long and tough internal battle. He couldn’t go on like this. He needed to face his fears, so that he could give her back what she so desperately craved........his soul. Max cupped her ankles as they laid crossed over his abdomen, and began to trace small circles with his thumbs over her anklebone. She was waiting patiently for him to speak, as her breath caressed his neck, and her hands ran gently over his chest, as she sent him streams of love and encouragement. Max took several deep breaths, as he tried to began. Each time he started, fear ceased his words.

“It’s ok.......take your time” she cooed in his ear. Max couldn’t help it, he turned his head, and captured her lips between his own. Slowly, he released her lips, and stared into her eyes. In that moment, staring into the warm depths of her chocolate orbs, he knew that with her beside him, he could get thru this. She gave him a loving smile, and which he returned. Turning to settle back against her, Max took another deep breath before starting.

“I really don’t know were to start.........but I guess I should began at the warehouse” he started, stroking her leg absently, as he remembered the night that hell began for him.................

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Zan ran out of the room, hearing Rath’s desperate pleads for him to come back, but he couldn’t. He had to take care of Kivar, and if that meant risking his own life for the safety of his family, he would. He knew Michael would take care of everyone, so he didn’t worry. He ran in the direction that he knew Kivar and his little side kick had ran, and he followed them...........
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“I remember running after them, thinking that I had to end this tonight. I couldn’t let them get away........couldn’t stand the thought of having to constantly look over my shoulders, wondering if Kivar would come and hurt you are the twins” Liz just listened as he spoke. “I came to this corridor, and I wasn’t sure were I was...I just kept thinking that he wasn’t going to hurt our family anymore”.........

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Max stood silently in the hall, listening for any type of moment. He slowly began to descend down the corridor, when the wall to his left exploded, knocking him backwards. Slowly, he climbed to his feet, and had to cough several times, trying to breath thru the thick smoke that was lacing the air. He ran down the long corridor, his lungs burning from the smoke. He didn’t know how long he ran, but he found himself in a cave. He could hear the explosives going off in a chain reaction above him, and he knew he had to find Kivar.

Turning a corner, he came face to face with the Granolith. It was humming softly, beckoning him to it. Stepping forward, the humming grew louder, until it was a high pitched scream. He stood there transfixed on the swirls of lights that danced around inside the coneshaped structure. Max began to reach out his hand towards it, but before he could connect with it, a blinding pain shot thru the back of his neck, and shot though his body. He world instantly went black.
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Max tried to focus past the grogginess and pain in his head, but it was no use, he couldn’t figure out where he was. It didn’t help much, that he was in complete darkness either. He wiggled his arms, only find them restrained behind his back. The cold floor was pressing into against him, as he tried to sit up. Pain slammed throughout his body in protest. Tears flowed down his face, as he tried to fight against it, but it was to overwhelming, and he passed out.
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“I don’t know how long I was out, but when I finally came to, I was in another room, but this time, I the room was dimly lit, and my hands had been released” Liz stroked his arm, encouraging him to continue.

“I tried to use my powers, and found that I was unable too. I searched for a way out, but it was no use. The room was just four cold walls” a image of his time in the White Room flashed through his head. Shaking his head to clear the image, Max gripped her hand in his.

“I didn’t know what day it was, or where I was. It had to have been three days before someone finally came into the room”

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A panel in the wall slid open, revealing two large men. They were both clad in uniforms, that Max immediately recognized as the uniforms Kivar’s men had been wearing at the warehouse.

“Where’s Kivar” Max stood up against them, regardless of his weak state. One of the guards punched him in the stomach, causing him to double over, and fall to his knees. The other guard kicked him in the back, before tossing a tray on the floor next to him, before they turned and left out the door they came though. Max pulled himself on his hands and knees, fighting against the dizziness that threaten to take over him. Crawling over to a wall, he rested his back against it. He stared at the tray in next to him. A cup of water, and a couple of pieces of bread, was all that laid upon it. Staring at it, his anger began to rise, and he picked it up, and threw it against the opposite wall.

“Kivar!” he screamed, slamming his fist into the wall. Sinking down once again on his knees in frustration.

“Liz” he whispered, as he heart ached for her. He had been trying to connect with her every since he had been there, but was always rewarded with an empty void. He balled up in a fetal position, and his body shook with tears, as he thought about his wife and children.
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Liz held him as his body trembled, and his tears flood his face. She rocked them gently, her own tears left unattended, as she lent him her strength.

“I-I tried Liz.......I tried so hard.....bu-but I couldn’t feel you......I tried.....I-I.....” his voice cut off by the loud sob that escaped his lips. He turned around, and buried his face in her breast, and held on to her waist for dear life.

“Shh.....it’s ok baby.....it’s ok” her hand ran though his hair, and together they cried. It seemed like a damn had been broken in Max, and he couldn’t stop the tears from falling. She was his rock, and when he had been on Antar, he had tried over and over again to connect with her, but it was no use. He was worried about her, praying that she was ok, and that Michael had gotten everyone out of the warehouse before all the explosives went off. The thought of Liz and the twins were what kept him grounded, and kept him sane throughout his whole capture. He nuzzled against her breast, and his tears seeped into her chest. Liz shifted a little, causing her nipple to brush up against his lips.

She inhaled sharply, as he latched onto it, and began to suckle her breast. His tears splashed against her soft mound, as his tongue lapped and twirled around her nipple. Her fingers laced though his hair, as a moan played across her lips.

“Maaxx” he switched breast, and gave it the same attention he had given its twin. His tears never subsiding, as he descended down her body. He kissed and caressed her stomach as he made his way towards her core. He showed no mercy, as his tongue plunged into her wet center, stroking and probing her with abundance. Liz arched high off the bed as his mouth devoured her quivering pussy. His attack was so sudden, that it took her by surprise, and all she could do was surrender to his assault.

“Max” she cried, as her hips pumped hard against his face, and his teeth graced her tight button of pleasure. Her moans and cries of pleasure urging him on, Max delved two of his thick digits into her drenched walls, and sucked her clit into his mouth. Their was no tenderness as he rammed his fingers into her all the way to the knuckles. His name played over and over on her lips, and he answered by capturing her pulsating nub between his teeth, and bit down hard, soothing any pain he caused with the caress of his tongue.

Over and over again he alternated on biting her sensitive, to drawing it deep into the caverns of his hot mouth. Liz’s head shook form side to side, as he continued to lap at her cunt. Her walls tighten around his fingers, as the pumped viciously in and out of her, drawing out her sweet nectar. Max released her clit, and opened her nether lips wide. He watched his fingers being pulled in like quicksand into her sleek walls, before swooping in once again, and latched on to her bundle of nerves, sucking and licking on it like a cock. Not able to take anymore of his assault, Liz let her body go, and climaxed hard.

“Maaaaaxxxxx……oh god Max….yes…..yes….yeeesss!” her body shook hard from her orgasm. Max kissed the insides of her thighs, before trailing kisses up her body. He rested his head on her stomach, and Liz felt his tears as they slid over her round belly. Liz held him as he cried. She knew this was hard for him to do, and she was going to do anything he needed to help him get though it. When he had been talking to her, Max was too overwhelmed with emotions to continue, so he did the only thing that would take away the pain…….if only for a short moment. He knew that they had hardly scratched the surface, but it was a huge step for him to even open up in let her in. Liz massaged his shoulders gently, easing away the knots that had formed their. Her body had long since been released from her orgasm.

“Liz” his voice was so small, and trembled as he called for her. He lifted his head from her stomach, and his eyes locked with hers. Liz could see the glistening of fresh tears as they pooled in his eyes, before the weight of them caused them to rush down his face. She knew he was ready….knew it was time.

“C’mere” she whispered, her hands caressing his face, guiding him to her. Their lips met in the sweetest of kisses, before Liz gently coaxed him onto his back. Her lips brushed tenderly over his, before her tongue traced the tracks of his tears. She placed butterfly kisses over his eyes, before capturing his lips once again in a loving kiss, as she position her heat over his erection. She sunk down over him, fitting him like a glove. They both sighed as she slowly began to rock above him. Her movements lacking the sexual urgency that was present earlier. No, this wasn’t about either one of them reaching their sexual peak. It was deeper then that. Something that was more important then sex. It was about two souls that had been separated, and were about to rejoin.

“Let me in Max” and he did willingly. He opened up to her, holding nothing back as her soul reached for his. The connection roared alive, as the souls intertwined, wrapping around each other like fine silk. Their seals combined, sending a warm glow around them, cocooning them in its safety, as they became one. Max gripped her hips, and for the first time in ten years, he opened their connection fully, and let their minds mingle together. Liz braced herself for the images she knew were coming, and she didn’t have to wait long. Max’s soul was needing her…….wanting her to rescue him from the depths of his nightmares.

~~~Flash~~~
Kivar stood, cloaked in the shadows, the two large guards from earlier sent blow after blow to his body, until he passed out

~~~Flash~~~

“Why don’t you give up Zan”

“I’ll never bow down to you” Max bit out thru clutched jaws

“We’ll see about that” Kivar placed his hands against his head, and sent several jolts of energy into him

“Agggghhhh!” Max shouted as Kivar continued to rape his mind

~~~Flash~~~

“He still won’t bulge” Nicholas said, as he stood next to Max’s unconscious form

“Oh, he will” Kivar smirked, as he walked out of the room

~~~Flash~~~

“Max” Max opened his eyes, and found her staring at him

“Liz” he croaked out against the pain in his throat “Liz” he called again. She opened her arms to him, and he ran to her, only to have her disappear

“Noooo!”

~~~Flash~~~
“Aaaggghhhh” Max screamed, as the hot knife ripped into his chest, sliding though his skin like it was butter

“You will bow down to me” Kivar whispered in his ear, as tears flooded down his face

“Never!”


Liz watched them as they torture him, until he laid in a bloody heap on the floor. They beat him until he lost his bile and urinated on himself. She watched as over and over again, Kivar played with his mind. Making him see images of her. Raising his hopes, and breaking his spirits each a little each time, until he had finally lost his mind, and his mind began detached from reality. Finally, the images began to slow down, until they stopped.

“Oh Max” she couldn’t believe the things he had suffered at the hands of that maniac, and seeing the things that he had done to her husband, she had no remorse for killing him. Her tears slid down her face, and Max wiped his thumb across them.

“Don’t cry baby…..please don’t cry” he flipped them over, and began to thrust into her slowly.

“It’s over love……no more….no more” his thrust became more forceful as he erased all the demons that had been haunting him. He laced their fingers together, and slammed into her. Their connection was wide open, and Liz could feel him as his soul broke free, and was able to soar with hers. She wrapped he legs around his waist, and held him firm.

“Let go Max….let it all go” she voiced to him, and he did. He let out a wounded cry as His orgasm slammed into him like a ton of bricks. He body shook from the combination of his climax and his tears, and he clung to Liz as he rode them both out. Liz stroked his back, and whispered soothing words of love in his ear.

“I love you” she chanted over and over and his head, and she held him tight, until he cried himself to sleep, his body trembled still, as sleep claimed him. She continued to hold him, until her own exhaustion claimed her. Their seals pulsating brightly, as once again two souls became one.


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[Lady Scorpio]

Chapter 17

The sun crept menacingly though the sheer curtains, jarring Max from his sleep. He smiled lazily as he stretched out on the bed, being careful not to wake Liz, who was cradle at his side. He hadn’t slept like that in tens years. It was the first time he had woken from a dream that hadn’t been plagued with disturbing images of nightmares. He felt like a heavy weight had been lifted from his chest, and he was once again able to breath. Their talk last night had been therapeutic, or maybe it was the rejoining of their souls. Whichever the case, Max hadn’t felt so relaxed in ages, and he was relishing in the feeling. Liz snuggled deeper into him, and he held her tighter.

“Couldn’t sleep” she yawned, her hand stroking his chest “what time is it” she asked, her eyes never opening. Max took a look at the clock on the stand.

“Um...6:30" he ran his hand though her hair.

“Too early.......go back to sleep” she mumbled.

“I can’t” his lips brushed over her forehead, and held squeezed her arm. Liz immediately became alarmed. She had hoped that he had a peaceful night sleep after last night, but maybe she was wrong. She sat up on her elbows.

“Another nightmare” she inquired? Feeling her worry burning through him, Max sat out to calm her fears.

“No.......actually, just the opposite. I had a very good dream” he smiled “I dreamed that this very sexy, very beautiful woman tied me up, and had her wicked way with me” his eyebrows wiggled up and down suggestively, and Liz couldn’t help the smile that slid across her face at his playful mood. Deciding to play along, she cuddled up closer to him.

“Really” her hand slowly began to creep down his chest, and over his rippled stomach “and what type of things did said woman do to you?” her fingers laced around his already harden member, and she began a slow rhythm. She sucked his earlobe into her mouth, blowing lightly when she released it. Max shivered at the sensation her breath caused over his wet skin.

“Sh-she........oh god” Max’s eyes rolled to the back of his head, as her grip grew tighter, and her strokes grew long and torturous. Her kissing had progressed from his ear to his neck, and she was currently slithering down his chest.

“She what?” Liz asked innocently. She pulled a constricted nipple into her mouth, and twirled it expertly with her tongue.

“She.......she.......Liiiizzz” he moaned when her tongue dipped into his naval, causing him to arch up against her. Liz smiled inwardly, liking the control she had on him at the moment. Finally, she made it to her intended target, and stared up at him with hooded eyes. His eyes locked with hers, and he swallowed thickly.

“Tell me Max..........tell me what she did” Liz hovered over his shaft, her hands stroking him from its base, to its massive head. He watched as her tongue licked her rosy lips, teasing him unmercifully.

“Liz........please” he begged, wanting her lips on him. To be encased in the warmth of her mouth. The thought alone nearly made him shoot his load all over the place. His hands gripped tightly in their comforter, and he growled deep in his chest as her tiny puffs of breath danced over his length. He was so tense, and Liz could hear him pleading for her silently to help him.....release him. Figuring he had, had enough of her teasing, Liz rubbed his swollen head over her lips, before she opened her mouth, preparing to take him fully within her depths. Just as she was positioned, her mouth opened, and his dick pulsating in her hands, a knock sounded at their door.

“Mommy” Adam’s voice floated though the door, causing Max to freeze like a deer caught in headlights. Liz had to stifle her giggle at his frighten look.

“What is it sweetie” she called out to him, her hands still stroking Max’s erection.

“I need you........I’m hungry”

“Ok baby, mommy will be out in a second ok”

“Ok” she waited to hear his small feet pad down the hall, before she began to raise up. Max gripped her arm tightly.

“Where are you going” he asked with wide eyes.

“You heard him.....he needs me” she said, tossing the covers aside.

“So do I” Max whined as he grabbed her hand and brought it to his now very painful erection. Liz couldn’t help but laugh at the strained look on his face.

“Oh, poor baby” she cooed “you want mommy to take care of your problem” she continued huskily, her hand fondling his sac.

“Yes....god yes” Max moaned releasing her hand so she could continue. He was so close, all he needed was just a little more. He pumped his hips against her hand , trying desperately to find release. Liz leaned over, and captured him into her mouth. She gave him a couple of long strokes, her mouth sucking hard on the large mushroom head, her tongue lapping up the stream of pre-cum that filled her mouth. He was right on the peak of his orgasm, when she suddenly released him.

“Sorry honey, we’ll have to finish this later” she smirked as she hurriedly slipped on her robe, and ran out the door, slamming it in Max’s face as he jumped up to grab her. Max slammed his fist against the door in sexual frustration.

“You’ll pay for that Liz” he sent her.

“I’m counting on it” she replied, and sent him a very naughty image, causing him to tighten harder, and groan loudly. Max was already so close to the edge, he knew that he would have to take care of himself. He headed towards their bathroom to take a shower.......a very long shower.

“Morning sweetie” Liz kissed Adam on his forehead as she walked into the kitchen. He was standing in the middle of the floor playing with his new remote control cars Chris had got him for an early birthday present.

“Morning mommy........can I have pancakes” he asked, his attention never leaving his cars.

“Pancakes it is” Liz smiled. She gathered all the ingredients, and began preparing breakfast. She could feel Max as he pleasured himself in the shower, silently calling out her name over and over in her head, as he pump his hand furiously over his soapy length. It took all her willpower not to go over the edge right along with him. She had to grip the counter top to steady herself as her legs grew weak under her. Twenty minutes later, he was walking into the kitchen with a devilish smirk on his face, when he saw her flustered appearance. By just one look, he already knew she was wet and ready for him. He knew that she had felt him in the shower. He had deliberately left the connection wide open to ruffle her feathers the way she had his. Liz saw his smirk, and narrowed her eyes at him.

“Max-1, Liz-1" he sent her, before turning his attention to his son.

“Hey sport” Max stood next to his son, and he automatically handed him one of the remote.

“Hi daddy” Max stood next to him, and together, they raced the cars down the hall, and into the kitchen. Liz had to jump out of the way as they zoomed past her feet.

“Hey!” she scowled them playfully.

“I got you now” Max whistled as his car began to gain on his son’s.

“Oh no you don’t” Adam flipped a switch on his remote, and pushed a button, and his car whizzed past Max’s, sparks of fire blazing out of its tail pipes.

“Told ya” Adam smirked. Max could only run his hand thought his hair in fascination. Damn, how come his car didn’t have that type of juice.

“Adam Jeffery Evans” Liz called out to her son “did you alter that car” she asked him knowingly. She didn’t remember it being that powerful when Chris had showed it to her the other day. Adam lowered his head shamefully, and nodded. He looked up at her with his father’s eyes that had big crocodile tears in them, and Liz couldn’t find the heart to admonish him. He was her baby after all. Max rolled his eyes at how easy his wife fell for their son’s tears. They had been getting on Adam every since he was two about changing or altering his toys to his liking. If he didn’t like the color of something, he would simply wave his hand over it, changing it to his preference.

It hadn’t really been a big deal at first, but that changed once he went into head start. On the first day of school, he was so excited when Liz had dropped him off. The teacher had handed each of the children a set of colored blocks. At the time, Adams favorite color was green, and the teacher had already given the green set to another little boy. Adam had been very upset at this, so when no one was looking, he simply changed his blocks to green. Liz had been standing at the door, unable to leave her baby boy, when she saw what he had done. She was shocked to see him use his powers out in the open. She immediately pulled him out of class and took him home. Max and her had, had a long talk with him about using his powers in public, and about changing things just because he didn’t like the original. He had promised not to do anything like that again, and he never did....at school anyway, but they still had a hard time breaking him from doing so at home.

“Son....we’ve told you that it’s not nice to change things, especially a gift that someone has given you. How do you think your Uncle Chris would feel if he saw what you did to the cars. It may hurt his feelings, and he may think that you don’t like his gift” Max tried to make his son realize the actions of what he did.

“But he wasn’t upset.....he said that they were cool, and he even raced them with me” Adam told his daddy in all his childish innocents. Liz hide her smile behind her hand.

‘Nonetheless, no more altering your toys ok” Max poked him in the side, and he began to giggle.

“Ok daddy” he threw his arms around his daddy, happy that he didn’t get into too much trouble.

“Come on, lets go round up the troops. We have a big day ahead of us” today was March 18, the designated day that they threw Eliza, Adam and charge’s birthday party. Since they were all born within days from each other, they decided that a mutual day would be best to have one party, instead of trying to celebrate three separate ones.

“Yea!” Adam jumped up and down excitedly. Although his birthday was two days ago, he really looked forward to the eighteenth. Even though none of them really celebrated on their official birthdays, each individual family did have a birthday dinner for them. He placed his hand into his daddy’s proffered hand.

“I’m up” Bel yawned as she strolled into the kitchen “morning daddy” she kissed him on the cheek.

“Morning baby” he smiled at her.

“Hey squirt” she smiled at Adam, brushing his bangs off his forehead.

“Hey sleepyhead” he giggled, as he and Max exited down the hall.

“Morning mom.......you need some help” she asked her, already pulling the dishes from the cabinet, and she began to set the table.
“Thank you sweetie. How did you sleep” Liz handed her a plate of pancakes.

“Ok” Bel shrugged “mom?” Liz turned at the questioning tone “do you think it will be ok if I left the party early tonight” she asked nervously. Liz watched her daughter fidget before her.

“Why?” she asked curiously. She sat the pitcher of juice on the table, and sat down next to her.

“It’s just that Kevin will be leaving tomorrow to Nevada to check out the university, and he will be gone for a week, and we just want to spend some time together before he leaves” she stared at her mother anxiously. Liz thought about it for a moment. She knew that no sixteen year old would want to spend their evening with a bunch of six year olds.

“Sure honey, that’s fine as long as your father agrees.” Bel’s face lit up, and she wrapped her arms around her mothers neck.

“Oh thank you mommy” she said happily.

“Don’t thank me just yet. You still have to ask your father” she reminded her.

“Ask me what” Max said as he came into the kitchen. Claudia was hoisted in his arms, her head resting on his shoulder. Xan had Adam on his back, and Clare was dragging sleepily behind them. Both girls definitely weren’t morning people.

“Morning” Liz called out to her other three children, and she received mumbled mornings from Clare and Claudia.

“Morning mom” Xan leaned over and brushed his lips over her forehead. He deposited Adam into his chair, before sitting down next to him. Clare and Claudia took their sits as well. Bel wrapped her arms around her daddy’s waist, and stared up at him with her big doe eyes. Eyes that she had inherited from her mother, and used them the same way she did to get what she wanted from him.

“Can I go out tonight” she asked him sweetly, batting her eyes at him.

“Out where....and with who” Xan asked, before his father could respond. Bel glared at him.

“If you must know, Kevin asked me out tonight” she said with a roll of her eyes. She turned back to her daddy.
“So can I go”

“What about your brother’s party” he pointed out.

“I’ll be there.....for most of it” she could sense that she wasn’t winning him over.

“Tomorrow’s a school day” he told her firmly. He took his set across from Liz. It wasn’t like he didn’t want her to go, he just got back, and he wanted to spend time with his family.

“I know daddy, and I promise I’ll be home by curfew” she pleaded as she sat down next to Clare “besides, mom said I could go if you agreed” Max looked to his wife, who gave him a slight nod. Max sighed.

“Fine, you can go, but you’re to be home by ten no later” he raised an eyebrow at her.

“Thank you daddy, and I promise I will” she hugged him tightly before settling back down in her chair, completely ignoring the glare Xan was sending her way, and the waves of anger he was setting off. Liz sent a look across the table at Max.

“I’ll talk to him” he assured her. They enjoyed a peaceful breakfast, before they all scattered to go about their separate chores for the day.

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Max and Xan were bringing in the last of the party decorations. Somehow, the men had gotten roped into hanging decorations, while the women all went for last minute what nots.

“You think Aunt Isabel has enough stuff here” Xan joked as he stared at all the boxes that were filled with streamers, balloons and party hats and bags. Max laughed.

“Yeah, she tends to go a little overboard” he chuckled at his sisters tendency to get carried away over parties. She had lined them all up before they left, giving them each a ‘To Do’ list. She had told them how she want everything done. From the way the streamers hung, to how much helium to put in the balloons. She even drew a diagram of how the tables were to be laid out. Michael had made the mistake of saying he wasn’t following any stupid list, but when he went to toss it in the trash, she had given him an icy glare, and he immediately relented.

“Well, we better get started” Phillip grunted as he placed the heavy box on the table “I for one don’t want to be in your sister’s path if this place isn’t up to her standards when they get back” he shivered at the sheer thought of the rage his daughter could conjure up. For the next two hours, the men worked diligently to turn the Crashdown into a six year olds party paradise.

Chris sagged heavily in the booth next to Alex. “Remind me never to be around your wife when she’s in her Hitler mood” he moaned, slamming his head against the table. Alex couldn’t take offense, because he too was extremely exhausted after making sure that he follower her instructions to the T.

“Yeah, the next time Isabel calls my house looking for a favor, I’m making sure I’m no where around. I thought she just wanted me to move a couple of chairs or tables....not hang up frilly streamers and making sure that the forks and spoons are exactly an half an inch apart” Kyle complained. He swatted Chris’ hand away from the table. “Back off buddy. Do you know how long it took me to measure those” he shook his finger at him.

“Calm down Martha Stewart, you did an excellent job, and just think of the huge smile that will be on your niece’s face when she sees what you’ve done” Michael slapped him on the back, and slid in next to Chris. The others laughed at the frown on Kyle’s face, before he couldn’t help but smile, at the thought of Eliza’s face when she saw all the decorations. He had to admit he loved having Maria and Amy apart of his family. Maria was the sister he never had, and Amy had always been like a mother to him. He had three great nieces that he loved to death.

“I guess you’re right. She’s going to love it, they all will” he pulled a chair up to the booth, and they began to talk about sports. Phillip and Jeff were sitting in the next booth talking about legal contracts, and Max and Xan were perched at the counter.

“Can I talk to you about something son” Max decided that now was a good time to discuss the Kevin issue.

“Sure dad, what’s up” Xan turned fully towards his father, giving him a smile.

“It’s about Kevin” the smile quickly faded from Xan’s face, and he turned back forward.

“What about him” he asked, stabbing the ice cubes in his drink with his straw. He really didn’t feel like talking about that prick, but he could tell that this wasn’t a conversation he could weasel out of. Max stared at his son for a moment, and noticed the tight way he clutched his glass, and the frown that masked his face.

“Why don’t you tell me” Max rushed on at the confused look on his face “why don’t you tell me about him. I mean I know about his reputation with the girls, and his sport career, but what else can you tell me about him”

“Besides that he’s an a..” he quickly emended his words at his father’s disapproving look “...I mean a jerk, there’s nothing else to tell” he finished.

“How do you know this? Have you ever really given him a chance. Bel seems to think that he’s a very nice guy, and you know that your sister always was a good judge of character” he pointed out.

“I know this dad, and that’s the reason I don’t understand why she can’t see what a loser he is” he grounded out. He slammed his fist on the counter in frustration. Why couldn’t Bel see what he saw in Kevin.....a bastard.

“Calm down Xan” Max waited until he felt his energy settle down before he continued “What is it about Kevin that begs you so much” Max pondered. There had to be a reason that Xan hated Kevin so much.

“I don’t know dad. He just rubs me the wrong way, like there’s something there, but I just can’t quite put my finger on it. It’s like he’s hiding something, but what” he sighed, running his hand threw his hair. Max could tell that this was really bothering him, and he knew that Xan wouldn’t stop until he figured out what that something was.

“Xan, I know you want to protect your sister, but what you’re doing is causing her to resent you. You keep acting this way, and your going to lose her, and it won’t be because of Kevin, it will be because of you and the way you’re treating her. Show her that you love her by respecting her choice to be with Kevin” he saw he about to protest “I’m not saying that you have to like him, but at least show him some respect when your sister’s around. Let her know that you will always support her, regardless if it’s a bad choice. Trust me, I know all about being the overbearing big brother, and you never want to receive the silent treatment from your own sister” Xan listened to his dad, and took everything he said to heart. Maybe he could back off a little.

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“Where are your parents” Bel asked as he helped her with her jacket. They had left the party an hour ago. She had stayed to help Sonya, Amber, Xan and Ricky serve the huge group of six year olds. She could have sworn that every kindergarten student in Roswell was at the party. Kevin had came around five, and they had stayed for another hour before going their separate way. She had noticed how Xan had actually been civil to Kevin for once, and she briefly wondered about the sudden change. She decided that she wouldn’t look a gift horse in the mouth. They had walked to the park, and sat and talked for the last hour, before he suggested that they come to his place to watch a movie.

“They’re in Santa Fe. Dad had some big convention to attend, and mom decided to join him. They should be home later tonight. Mom and I have an early flight out in the morning” he laced his finger thru hers, and lead her over to the couch.

“You want something to drink or eat” he motioned towards the kitchen.

“No, I’m good” he flopped down next to her, and stared at her. Bel was beginning to get a little uncomfortable under his intense stare.

“What?” she smiled nervously, and tucked her hair behind her ear.

“Nothing.....it’s just you’re beautiful” he smiled.

“No I’m not” Bel ducked her head shyly, only to have him cup her chin, and turn her to him.

“Don’t be bashful. You are too a beautiful woman Bel” his lips capture hers in a smoldering kiss. Bel pulled away first, and she smiled up at him.

“Maybe we should put the movie in” she reminded him. Kevin took a deep breath to calm his body.

“Yeah” he crossed the room, and opened up their DVD selection. “Let’s see.......we have Lost Soldiers”

“No”

“Bloodbath III”

“No”

“Return of the Ninja”

“No”

“Kill....”

“No.....don’t you have anything that doesn’t involve buckets of blood” her faced frowned in disgust, and he laughed at her dislike of his movies. He skimmed the covers, looking for something that a chick might dig. He pulled out the only love story from the bunch. It was his mom’s and it must have gotten mixed up down here with his collection.

“Forever My Love.....it’s my moms” he rolled his eyes at her raise eyebrow.

“That’s fine” she told him. Kevin popped the movie in the player, and situated himself back next to her. They kicked off their shoes, and he flip the table lamp off. They settled in and watch the beginning credits. Sometime during the movie, their position had changed. Kevin was now stretched out on the couch, and Bel was lying flush on top of him. His hand rested idly at the small of her back. Bel’s hand was running absently over his chest, causing his desires to flare. He grabbed her hand, ceasing her movement. She stared at him in confusion.

“You’re killing me” he croaked out. He nuzzled his nose in her neck, placing kisses over her smooth skin. Bel moaned lightly, as his tongue brushed over her collarbone. She rubbed her foot against his. His hand laced though her hair, and he covered her mouth with his. His tongue darted into her mouth, and she opened to him. Kevin’s hands made their way under her shirt, and he massaged the expanse of her back. Bel’s own hands had laced though his hair, and she began to move above him. Taking her movement as a good sign, Kevin flipped them over, removing her shirt in the process. He stared down at her mounds covered in the small purple lace bra. He could see the imprint of her nipples, as they strained against the fabric.

“Bel” he whispered, before laying down over her. He began to kiss her over her face, and down her neck. He licked the small amount of her round globes that peeked from under her bra. He tossed his own shirt aside, wanting to get closer to her. Continuing his exploration, he cupped her breast, and pinched her nipples between the material.

“Oh Kevin” she moaned, as she began to rub up against him. She could feel his erection as it pressed against her jean covered core. Somewhere, in the back of her mind she knew she should stop them, knew that she shouldn’t be allowing him to touch her like this, but god, he was making her feel so wonderful. The clasp of her bra had been released, and he was now latched on to one of her pouty nipples.

“Kevin......oh god Kevin” Kevin was thrilled at her responsiveness. They had never gotten this far before. She would always stop them when things started heating up. He positioned himself so that he was laying beside her, but never once releasing her breast. He ran his hand over her trim stomach, and rested it on the top of her jeans. Bel barely registered the sound of her zipper, as he pulled it down, and separated the flaps. His lips were once again attached to hers, and he growled deep in his throat as he undid her pants. He reached his hand in her pants and cupped her heat.

A shock ran though Bel, and it was like a bucket of cold water was tossed on her. She ripped her mouth away from his, and sat up abruptly. Something about him touching her there, felt completely wrong. It was like her body was revoking his touch, and wouldn’t allow her to go any farther with him. She knew they had to stop.

“What’s wrong” he moaned frustratingly.

“I think we should stop” she stood up, and re-fastened her bra and pants. Kevin stood up with her.

“I love you Bel, you don’t have to be afraid” he ran his hand up her arm, and she shivered at his touch.

“I know.........but I still think we should just finish watching the movie” she said, pulling her shirt over her head. She touched his arm, but he pulled away.

“No, I think I should take you home” he pulled on his sweater, and slipped on his shoes. Bel sat down on the couch next to him.

“But we haven’t finished watching the movie, and I have an hour before curfew” she told him.

“I know, but I have to be up early tomorrow to get to the airport on time” he told her without looking at her. He picked up the remote, and shut off the t.v. Seeing that their night was over, she slipped on her shoes, and took her jacket he handed her. They drove in silence to her house, and when they pulled into her driveway, they sat there for a moment. Bel played with her hands, the silence hanging thick in the air.

“Are you mad at me about earlier” she finally spoke. Kevin stared out his window.

“No” he answered.

“Then how come you won’t look at me” she asked him, placing her hand on his arm. Bel willed him to look at her, and when he did, she couldn’t read the expression on his face.

“Look, I really should get home and start packing” not knowing what to say, she simply nodded her head.

“Ok.......walk me to the door” she pleaded with him.

“I should go” Bel nodded, and swallowed against the tears that threaten to spill over. She opened the door, and stepped out.

“You’ll call me before you leave.......right?”

“Yeah.....sure”

“Night Kevin” he drove off without a saying a word. The tears that she had been holding, finally leaked out, and made their way across her cheek. She ran into the house. She ran past the living room, were her parents were cuddled up on the couch. Talking softly to each other.

“Bel.....sweetie, is that you” Liz called out to her. Bel couldn’t let them see her crying, but she couldn’t stop the tears if she wanted to.

“Yeah it’s me” she stood in the doorway, her voice wavering as more tears joined the others. She was thankful that it was dark in the living room, the only light was coming from the fireplace.

“You’re home early” Max said “everything ok?”

“Everything is fine......I’m just really tried.... I’m going to go to bed” she whispered as she backed out of the door.

“Night sweetie” they called to her.

“Good night” Bel ran to her room, and once she was safely in her own room, she broke down in tears.


Next post..............

[Lady Scorpio]

Chapter 18

Sonya knocked on the Evans door early Monday morning. Bel had called her last night in tears telling her what had happened between Kevin and her. They had stayed on the phone until almost midnight. Bel was hoping that he would call this morning before he left, but he didn’t, causing her to call Sonya once again in tears, and asked her to give her a lift to school. She didn’t feel like riding with Xan this morning. Of course, being her best friend, Sonya couldn’t tell her no, she needed her. She heard Mrs. Evans voice call though the door, telling her to come in. Max swatted Liz’s butt hard for the comment she just made, causing her to only laugh harder.

“Morning Sonya” Max laughed as he tried to escape Liz’s wrath.

“Morning Mr and Mrs. Evans” she said politely. As long as she has known them, the Evans were the epitome of a perfect couple. They were always touching each other, and they always seemed to know exactly what the other needs without saying a word. Anyone that saw them together, could see the love that radiated between them. She had gotten use to their open display of affections. Bel never seemed to mind that they kissed and touched each other around her, actually none of their children did. In fact, they seemed to love to see their parents so affectionate with each other.

Mr. Evans was so romantic. She remembered a couple of times when she had spent the night, he would bring Mrs. Evans home a dozen white roses just because. There was this one time that she and Bel had came home from practice early, and he was lighting candles and laying out rose petals on the floor. Bel had asked him what he was doing, and he told her that he had talked to her mom earlier, and she sounded kind of down, and he just wanted to do something to lift her spirits. Sonya couldn’t help herself, and she asked him why he did those type of things, and she can remember his answer just like it was yesterday.

“Because she’s my Queen, and she deserves to be treated as such...every women should. Remember that girls. Remember that you’re both Princesses, and when the right man comes along, he should worship you like the Queens you are.........Never settle for anything less” Sonya had been so moved by his speech, that all she was able to do was nod her head. She took what he said very seriously, and from that day forward, she didn’t settle for less. She dated off and on, but none of them made her feel special or treated her like a Princess. So she never really expected much from her so called boyfriends, because she knew none of them could ever be him.

“Morning Sonya.....and how many times have I told you about knocking” Liz smiled brightly at her, while twisting Max’s arm behind his back. Sonya had been a constant factor in the Evans household for ten years. Bel and Sonya have been best friends since they were in the first grade. Sonya is a year younger then Bel, Xan and her brother Richard. But at the age of five, she had tested very high on an academics test, and her kindergarten teacher recommended that her parents moved her up a grade, and so they did. She had been placed in the same class as her brother, hoping that having a familiar face around, she wouldn’t be afraid. But little Ricky had his friends to hang out with, and didn’t want his little sister tagging along. Even though he didn’t hang around her, he didn’t let anyone hurt her. He was very protective of her, he just didn’t want her cramping his style with his friends.

She would sit alone in the back of the room, or eat her lunch by herself, that was until the day Bel and Xan had walked thru the door. Bel and Xan had been in separate classes for the first two months of school, and were doing very poorly in their studies. Everyone had came to realize that they couldn’t stand being separated, so Ms. Henderson offered to take them both into her classroom, since she already had a set of siblings in her classroom, she knew what to expect. Sonya had been absent the day they had joined their class, so she didn’t met them until the next day, but Ricky had talked about Bel the whole night. They had sat together by their selves at lunch, and had taking the two empty seats in the back of the class next to Sonya’s desk.

When Sonya had returned, she wasn’t surprised to see the two new faces, but she expected them treat her like all the other kids did, but at lunch, they had asked her if she wanted to sit with them, and she eagerly agreed, and so their friendship was born. Over the years it was the three of them Xan, Bel and Sonya, but once Xan got into soccer, he started spending less time with them, and more time with his new teammate John. Bel and Sonya’s friendship continued to blossom, with Xan hanging with them every now and then. They had been each others backbone from day one. Sonya was there for Bel’s first heartbreak, and Bel had been there for Sonya, when her father left them four years ago.

Ronald and Stephanie Brown were almost as perfect as Max and Liz. Their marriage was picture book perfect.......so it seemed. Never judge a book by its cover. They had married right out of high school, where they both worked two jobs each, to put him though college, and then though dentistry school. Ronald had graduated with honor, and opened his own practice. Stephanie had wanted to return to school herself now that he had graduated, but she ended up pregnant with Richard and then Sonya, and Ronald insisted that she stayed home to rear the children. For twelve years they lived the picture of the perfect family, but behind closed doors, the couple argued and fought when they thought the kids were sleeping.

It had been plenty of times Sonya would spend the weekend with them, never wanting to return home. She had finally confessed to Bel about how her parents were always fighting, and Bel assured her that everything would work out. But she didn’t know how wrong she was. Ronald had, had enough, and admitted his infidelity, and announced that he was leaving his family to be with one of his many mistress’. He had abandon his family, taking everything of value with him. He had sold their four bedroom house, and pocketed the earnings. Leaving Stephanie penniless to raise their two children on her own. She had to work two full time jobs during the week, and was a part time waitress at a truck stop on 285 on the weekend, all so that she could afford food, clothing, and the run down one bedroom apartment they were forced to move into.

Max and Liz had offer to help her, since their children were so close, but she kindly refused their offer. Ricky had taken up mowing lawns, or cleaning out garages for extra change to help out. Sonya and Bel had started a baby sitting service to bring in any money they could, even Xan had walked dogs to help. When Ricky had turned fourteen, Jeff had hired him as a busboy, hoping to lighten the young boys burden, by given him a steady paycheck. Eventually once he turned sixteen, Jeff promoted him to cook. Sonya also joined the staff when she was fourteen, with Bel right beside her. With the extra money that the kids brought in, they were able to move into a nicer two bedroom apartment, and afford a small vehicle. Stephanie wasn’t sure how they managed, but they were keeping their heads above water. They still had some rough spots, but Stephanie was able to quite one of her full time jobs, and was attending night school to receive her degree in Child Psychology. Ronald hasn’t once picked up a phone and call, or written his children.

“How’s your mom” Liz asked releasing Max. Max leaned over and kissed her on the forehead.

“She’s doing great. She told me to ask if you two were still on for lunch Wednesday” Sonya placed her bag on the floor, and took the plate of eggs and bacon Liz handed her, and sat down at the table next to Adam.

“Of course, I’ll give her a call later on today” Liz ran her hand down her long brown hair, and sat a glass of juice in front of her. Even though Sonya had eaten at home, she knew that Mrs. Evans wouldn’t let her get out of there without eating something more. They all knew that Sonya’s idea of breakfast was a piece of toast and a banana, and they all made sure she ate more. Stephanie leaves the house at four in the morning to be at work on time so she wasn’t there to reenforce her daughter’s eating habits, but she knew Liz would.

“Where’s your brother” Liz stood over her, making sure she at least took a bite of her food.

“His friend Mark picked him up earlier. They’re suppose to be working on some science project for school, but I highly doubt it. They’re probably out at the quarry racing those stupid dirt bikes” Sonya rolled her eyes at her brothers fascination with those loud bikes. If she didn’t know better, she would say his fascination over those bikes, was almost as strong as his fascination with Bel........almost.

“He’s still racing” Max asked as he sat down at the table. Sonya swallowed, and took a sip of her juice, knowing Mrs. Evans was watching her.

“Yeah, he’s actually really good......could probably win that title if he had a bike to enter. Mom wants to get him his own bike...but you know” she shrugged her shoulders, and pushed her food around her plate. Max and Liz shared a look across the table.

“Max could you please go see what is keeping Clare and Claudia. I swear those two are going to drive me crazy. They move so slow” she moved to fix Bel a plate, she could feel her coming down the hall.

“Morning” Bel greeted.

“Morning” Bel reached for the plate Liz handed her, and sat down next to Sonya. Ten years of friendship made Sonya very receptive of Bel’s moods, and at the moment, even though she was smiling, she knew she was hurting inside.

“Still no call” she whispered leaning over so only she could hear her. Bel shook her head sadly. Sonya covered her hand “don’t worry, he’ll call” she smiled, and Bel couldn’t help but smile back.
“Here they are” Max announced as he dug Clare and Claudia’s reluctant forms into the kitchen.

“It’s too early” Clare moaned as she sunk into her chair. She waved off the plate Liz was handing her.
“Eat” Liz ordered “it’ll help you wake up. She popped the plate down in front of her, and handed Clare her plate.

“I’m done” Adam stood up and handed his daddy his plate.

“Alright little man, go brush your teeth, and grab your backpack.” Max ushered him down the hall.

“Mom....I can’t find my green sweater” Xan looped his belt though his pants. Sonya nearly chocked on some eggs at the sight of him. He was dressed only in a pair of khakis pants, that rode low on his waist, a white wife beater was tucked in the back pocket. On his feet were a pair of green socks, and his chest were bare, his hair wet from his shower. She knew she was drooling, and if it hadn’t been for Bel kicking her under the table, she probably would still be staring. Bel smirked at her friend, and Sonya lowered her head embarrassingly. Liz looked at her son, and shook her head at the mess he was making.

“Xan, you’re dripping water all over the floor”

“Sorry mom, but I’m late” he told her, pulling on his undershirt. He was about to dry his hair with his powers, when Bel’s sent him a warning. He looked up for the first time, and noticed Sonya sitting at the table.

“Hey” he smiled as they locked eyes.

“Hey yourself” she smiled

“Late for what, it’s only 7. Your first class doesn’t start until 8:30" Liz handed him his sweater, and he slipped it on. He grabbed his shoes that he had left at the door, and put them on.

“I told Amber that I’ll pick her up. We’re suppose to have breakfast together” he hastily stuffed his folders into his backpack.

“Oh that’s sweet honey” Liz pinched his cheek, and chuckled at the blushed that washed across his face. “Hurry up girls, you need to finish getting ready” Liz told Clare and Claudia. They emptied their plates, and went to finish dressing.

“What about me? You were just going to leave with out saying anything” Bel asked him.

“No, I was hoping dad would drop you off when he took Claudia and Adam to school. But since Sonya is here, he won’t have to” she suck out her tongue at him, and he returned the favor.

“I have to go, Amber’s waiting for me as we speak” Xan kissed his mom, and gave his dad a slap on the back, missing the pained expression on Sonya’s face at the mention of Amber’s name. He rushed out the door, and tossed his bag in the back seat before peeling out the drive, waving a quick hello to Maria, Amaris, Eliza and Charles as they made their way up the drive.

“Hey, where’s he off to so early” Maria asked as she entered the kitchen.

“Amber” they all said in unison.

“Should have known, that girl has his nose so wide open, I’m surprised his brains haven’t fell out of his head” she joked. Charles rushed back towards Adam’s room.

“Where’s Michael” Max asked while brushing Claudia’s hair, preparing it for two french braids.

“I left Isabel and him arguing over the non-educational shows he allows the children to watch” Max could imagine the third degree he was receiving. Since Michael was the only one of them that worked at home, he was also pointed family babysitter for those that actually had to work out of the home. He wasn’t to pleased with the idea, but they all knew Michael loved staying with the kids, no matter how much he grunts.

“There you go pudding” Max snapped the barrette closed “run and get your bag” Claudia took look in the toaster to inspect his work. She smiled brightly at his work.

“Thanks daddy” she turned and planted a noisy kiss on his cheek, and jumped down. Max had, had to learn to braid when Liz had been pregnant with Claudia. She had been miserable throughout the whole pregnancy with morning sickness. Clare would want her hair braid, but Liz couldn’t make herself move from her spot in their bed, so she had laid and instructed Max on how to do her hair. The first time had been a disaster, and he ended up using his powers to fix it. Eventually, he got the hang of it, and the girls now prefer his braids over their mother’s.

“Hey Am....Aunt Ria” Clare greeted as she hoisted her backpack over her shoulders.

“Hey Clare” Clare and Amaris took to talking to each other in very loud high pitched chatter. Max and Liz stared in shock at their daughter, who just moments earlier was mumbling about it being too early. Sonya and Bel headed towards her room, so she could finish getting dressed.

“Come on girls. I have to be at the shop by 7:45" Maria told Amaris and Clare.

“What’s going on” Liz handed her a cup of coffee.

“Mom is meeting with some big time suit about possibly marketing her pies, and she wants me to be there just incase he tries to pull out some big business largo on her” she poured the remaining coffee down the sink, and rinsed her cup out.

“Wow, Amy’s doing great. First with the shop, and now her pies are about to be known nationwide.....wow” Liz was happy for her.

“I don’t know about nationwide Liz, lets just see how the meeting goes first” she smiled at her friend.

“We’re ready” Amaris and Clare announced. Maria grabbed her bag.

“Lets get this show on the road Bye baby” she leaned over and kissed Eliza on the forehead, and giving her a big hug “have a great day.....you too Claudia” Maria kissed her niece.

“We will” hugs, kisses and good byes were done, before they left.

“Adam....Charles, lets roll” Max called out. The two boys came running down the hall.

“Walk!” Liz called to them. Once again, good byes were said.

“I’ll see you later.....I love you” Max captured her lips, unwilling to release them.

“Yeah....la-later” Liz breathed out. She desperately wanted to take him back to bed, and have her way with him. He had started his practice again about five years ago. It had taken them that long to get Antar back to a stable condition, so that he didn’t need to return so often. Everything was running smoothly, and he missed practicing medicine. So, he had reopened his practice, but only taking on a handful of patients at a time, just incase he was needed on Antar, he didn’t want to abandon a lot of people. Max sighed, and finally untangled their limbs from each other.

“Love you” he whispered.

“I love you” Max got down on one knee, and placed his hand over her small bulge.

“Daddy loves you little one, don’t give mommy a hard time today” he was rewarded with a small thump, and he kissed her stomach.

“Bye love” he kissed her once again, careful not to let things get out of control.

“Bye” Liz watched though the screen door, as he climbed into the SUV, making sure all the children were safely buckled in, before pulling out the driveway. He waved to her when he saw her standing there. She waved back, and watched him drive off, already missing him. Tears began to flow down her cheeks.

“Mom?” Liz turned to see Bel and Sonya looking at her in concern. “What’s wrong” Bel wrapped her arms around her. Liz let her tears fall for a moment, before pulling back.

“I’m fine sweetie, it’s just hormones” she smiled, rubbing her hands across her expanding stomach.

“Are you sure” Sonya asked her.

“Don’t worry, I’m fine” she took a look at the clock “oh, you two better get a move on it” she hugged them both, before ushering them out the door.

“Bye mom”

“Bye Mrs. Evans”

“Bye girls” Liz called out to them. Monday mornings were always the busiest day in the Evan household. Liz cleaned up the kitchen, and made sure that the kids had made their beds before they left. Once she was finished, it was eight o’clock, which met she had another hour and a half before she had to be at the lab. She and Deja usually went together, but today she would be going alone. Deja was do any day now, which meant Brian was watching her like a hawk. Liz decided that she would take a bubble bath to start her day off. She sunk low in the tub, relishing the warmth the water offered. She reached for Max, and felt him send her a wave of love.

“I love you”

“I love you too” she replied, closing her eyes as he continued to silently sooth her.

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“Hey Xan” Laura cooed as she leaned against the locker next to his. Xan grabbed the books he needed out of his locker, and slammed it shut. His breakfast date with Amber didn’t go exactly how he had thought it would. They were suppose to head to the Crashdown and have breakfast, but when he got to her house, she had of change of plans. They had drove up to Buckley Point, where she proceeded to give him an explosive blowjob. It wasn’t like he was complaining, because lord knows the girl has a mouth like a vacuum, but it seemed like sex was always on her mind. Even though he had found release, he was now wound up even tighter then he was before he picked her up. He had walked her to her first class, and promised to meet her for lunch fifth period.

“Hey Laura” he wasn’t really feeling up to being social, especially to the WRH’s very one ‘resident riding horse’ Laura gave him a sexy smile, and ran her hand suggestively up and down his arm.

“So Xan, when are you and I going to get together” she slithered closer to him, so that he had a perfect view of her breast, that were threatening to spill out of her top.

“When hell freezes over, or when you learn to keep your legs shut, and stop giving out free rides to the football team...whichever comes first” Laura turned blazing eyes at the person that interrupted her. Sonya and Bel stood behind her, both giving her the evil eye. Xan tried to cover his smiled with his hand.

“Sonya” she spat out, her eyes narrowing at the tomboyish girl in front of her.

“Laura” she returned with just as much venom. Not wanting her to get the best of her, Laura plastered on a huge grin.

“Well I guess if anyone should know about screwing around, it would be you. How is daddy anyways, still having trouble keeping his dick in his pants” she smiled sweetly, batting her eyes. Roswell was a small town, and of course the falling of the Browns marriage had been a hot topic for months. Ricky and Sonya had been teased non-stop over their fathers infidelities. But they kept each other strong, and of course Sonya had Bel and Xan also. The subject was still a sore spot for Sonya. The smile faded from Xan’s face, and he felt his chest tighten at the sad expression that passed over Sonya’s face, before it quickly turned to anger.

“You bitch!” she lunched forward, only to have Xan wrap his arm around her, and restrain her.

“Let me go Xan, I’m going to kick her ass” she struggled against him, only to have him tighten his hold on her. He ran his hand through her hair, causing her to stop fighting against him.

“Back off Laura” Bel glared at her. Her own eyes blazing with fire. Laura completely ignored her, and called out to Xan.

“I’ll talk to you later Xan” she tossed her blonde hair over her shoulder, and turned and walked away. As soon as she was sure that she was gone, Sonya broke down in tears. Xan held her against him. Her face burrowed in his muscular chest.

“Shh...shh it’s ok.....it’s ok” he whispered against her ear, while one hand ran over her back, and the other continued to run though her hair. Xan ignored all the looks he received from the others students that passed by on their way to class, and comfort her. Bel stood back, and let her brother take care of her friend. Ricky had just walked into the building, when he saw his sister, wrapped in Xan Evans arms, and she appeared to be crying. He had rushed over, but was stopped by Bel’s hand on his arm. He stared at her hand, and swallowed hard. His eyes slowly meeting hers.

“Wh-what happened” he whispered, still trying to focus with her soft hand on his arm. Even though he was wearing a long sleeve shirt, it felt like her hand was touching his bare skin.

“Laura” Bel ground out though gritted teeth. At the mention of Laura’s name, his anger began to rise. He knew Laura had been the one that had started the teasing of them when their dad had left, and over the years, he had grown a tough shell, but Sonya shell was still soft. Laura and Sonya had never gotten along since then, and they were always battling back and forward. The nasty exchange of words only seemed to get worse when Xan was added into the picture. Laura had been after Xan since the sixth grade. She was very open about letting the fact known that she wanted Xan Evans, and wouldn’t stop until he was hers. Sonya had been in love with Xan since the third grade, when he punched Eric Matthews for taking her lunch, and smashing it in the dirt. The only thing was, Sonya has never told him how she felt, too afraid that it would mess up their friendship, so she sat back in agony as he dated one girl after another.

Sonya’s tears finally stopped, but she still clung to Xan’s form. Xan pulled back, and took a look at her. He brushed her tears from her face, and tucked her long wavy dusty brown hair behind her ear.

“You ok” his hand rested on her cheek, his thumb brushing lightly over her lips. Sonya closed her eyes, and nodded slowly. The simple touch of his hand on her, sent shivers throughout her body. She opened her eyes, to find him staring at her with something she had never seen before. Xan wrapped his large hand behind her neck, and pulled her back against her. He placed a kiss on the top of her head, before wrapping his arms around her waist.

“Good” the first bell rung, signaling the beginning of classes. Xan turned to his sister, not releasing his hold on her, and was surprised to see Ricky standing there as well.

“You ok” Bel asked as she ran her had down her arm.

“Yeah”

“Are you sure” Ricky stepped forward, he searched her face?

“I’m fine Ricky” she smiled at her brother, and he knew she was going to be alright.

“You better get to class” he told her.

“I’ll walk you” Xan quickly offered.

“You don’t have too” she told him, she didn’t want him to feel obligated out of pity to take care of her.

“It’s no problem” he picked her bag up off the floor, and slung it over his shoulder “ready?”

“I’ll see you at lunch” Bel told her. Her first class was Calculus, and it also happened to be one of the three classes Ricky had with her. They all said their byes, and head down separate halls.

“This is me” Sonya smiled, as they made it to her English class.

“So it is.......here you go” Xan handed her bag to her, and stuffed his hand in his pocket “are you sure you’re ok” he asked her once again. Sonya rolled her eyes playfully at him.

“Yes Xan, I’m fine. Thanks for walking me to class, but you better get a move on it before you’re late” Xan looked at his watch, and realized he had exactly three minutes to make it to the other side of the school, and the second floor.

“Shit....I’ll talk to you later Sonya” he shouted as he walked backwards.

“Later Xan” she yelled after him, watching as he disappeared down the hall. The tardy bell rung, just as Xan stepped into his History class.
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Bel sat down across from Sonya at their usual lunch table, who was currently staring at a piece of paper in disgust.

“What’s that” Bel asked her as she bit into her apple. Sonya slid the paper across the table, and Bel read it.

‘West Roswell’s Junior/Senior Prom’

“Oh god, is it that time of the year again” Bel moaned. She wasn’t a big fan of the prom, she really didn’t see the use in spending so much money for one night.

“Yeah, the night that horny teenagers hope to lose their virginity, and break their banks on dresses and tux’s that they will most likely spill punch on, or puke all over in their drunken state” Sonya chuckled. She really didn’t see what all the hype was about. It wasn’t like neither girl hadn’t been asked before, they just didn’t see the purpose. The prom was basically an overpriced date.

“So I take it you’re not going to the prom from the looks on your faces” Xan observed as he sat down next to Bel. He reached across the table, and stole a carrot from Sonya.

“No” both girls answered.

“What about Kevin...what if he wants to go” he asked casually. Bel’s eyes cased downwards, and Sonya quickly took the subject off of Bel and Kevin.

“What about you, you and Amber going to be making an appearance” even though she was dreading his answer, the grateful smile Bel sent her was worth it.

“Can’t....I have to work” he shrugged his shoulder.

“I’m sure Mr. Vaugh would give you the night off if you asked” she offered.

“Doesn’t matter, Amber has some family obligation to go to anyway”

“Speaking of Amber, where is she, I thought you two were meeting for lunch” Bel asked him.

“She had to make up a test in her Lit class” he saw John waving him over, and he grabbed half of Bel’s sandwich.

“Hey! Get your own” she yelled at him.

“No time.........you need a ride home” he asked her, standing up. Bel looked to Sonya, who shook her head.

“No, I’m good”

“Alright later......bye Sonya”

“Bye Xan” she waved. Bel checked her cell phone for the tenth time that day.

“Still?”

“No, and I don’t know why he’s acting like this. You should have seen him last night, he was so cold. He has never acted that way before. I mean I’ve stopped us before, and he never got upset.....I just don’t understand what happened” she growled in frustration.

“Give him time to cool off, he’ll call once he realize what an ass he’s being” Sonya told her. The bell rung, and they headed to their next class.....Biology, which thankfully they shared, and were lab partners.

The week had come and gone, and Kevin hadn’t called her once, not even to tell her how upset he was. She held up the fiasco of being fine around her family, but when it was just Sonya and her, she was a nervous wreck, and cried constantly. Monday rolled around once again, and Bel’s stomach was in knots. She had called his house last night, but his mom had told her that he had already went to bed. She and Sonya walked to her locker.

“She actually said he was asleep, at six in the evening.........I don’t think so” Sonya snorted in disbelief.

“I know he wasn’t sleep Nya, I could hear him breathing on the other phone. If he doesn’t want to talk, I can’t force him” she turned the combination on her lock, and swung it open. She gasped in shock. She reached in, and pulled out the single rose, and the small envelop that was resting under it. With shaky hands, she pulled the card from were it was tucked safely in the envelop, and read it.

‘I’m sorry’ was all it read, but she knew the handwriting. She felt the hairs on the back of her neck rise, and she slowly turned towards his locker. Kevin was standing there watching her, as she found his gift. He watched her slowly turn towards him, and they locked eyes. He slowly walked towards her.



See you next Friday.............LS

[Lady Scorpio]

Ok, FINALLY..............................
Hope you like it, I've spent the last two days trying to get this out to you all.


Chapter 19

He strolled slowly towards her, his eyes never once detouring from her own. Bel watched as he made his way down the hall. It had been a week since she’d seen or talked to him, and her stomach was twisted all up in knots. She didn’t know what was happening between them. Maybe she had over reacted at his house last weekend. They had been dating for six months now, and there were couples that had been dating less time then them, that had already taken their relationships to the next level. She didn’t know why she had letting things get heavy between them, but the things that he had been doing to her had felt wonderful, after all, she was a sixteen year old girl with raging hormones, and she had been enjoying herself as much as he had. But subconsciously, she knew that she would had eventually stopped them before they reached the point of no return.

She couldn’t explain what was happening to her, and the changes her body was going though. Sure, her parents had sat herself, Xan and Clare down, and talked openly with them about sex and the different changes that their bodies would go though, but this was entirely different from any changes that they had discussed. One minute she had been enjoying Kevin’s touch and kisses, but as soon as he touch her in her most intimate part, the electrical shock that ran thru her body, had sent every nerve in her body on fire. It was like her own body was shutting down…..warning her. She decided that she would talk to her parents about it tonight. They had always been open with each other, and she hoped that they could shine some light on the situation. She knew her dad wasn’t going to welcome the conversation, but he also wouldn’t turn her away and make her regret coming to them. Before she could ponder on it any longer, Kevin had closed the distance between them, and was standing in front of her.

“Hey” he leaned on the locker next to hers, and gave her a small smile. Bel stood there and just stared at him, until Sonya’s not so subtlety poked her in the side.

“Hey” neither of them knew what to say, and Bel shifted awkwardly from foot to foot.

“Hi Sonya” he finally acknowledged her.

“Kevin” the tone in her voice told him that he wasn’t her favorite person at the moment. Like Xan, Sonya didn’t like Kevin one bit. He was a Grade A player before he started dating Bel, a top bred bow wow, and she didn’t believe for one second that he could change his ways in the short time that they had been dating. She never talked bad or acted disrespectfully towards him when Bel was around, because she was her best friend, the closest she would ever have to a sister. So she held her tongue out of respect for her.

“I’ll talk to you later Bel” she knew that if she stayed, she would have to act civil to him, something she knew she wasn’t capable of. What she really wanted to do was give him a good right hook, and a swift knee in the nuts.

“Ok” Sonya gave her a quick hug, giving Kevin a death glare over her shoulder. Kevin knew that she never liked him, hadn’t since her freshman year, and knew that she only tolerated his presence for Bel’s sake. So he also knew he was on her shit list, and from the way he acted last week, he was probably number uno on that list. He watched her as she disappeared down the hall, before turning his attention back to his girlfriend.

“I see you got my surprise” he smiled, and stepped closer to her. The fact that she instantly stepped back, cautioned him that this wasn’t going to go as smoothly as he thought. Now that she had, had time to get over the initial shock of seeing him in a week, her emotions that she had been feeling when she had entered the school had returned. She had temporarily forgotten all the feelings and emotions she had endured the past week. Forgotten how she had cried herself to sleep that night, waiting on his call, and every night afterwards. She had forgotten how unattractive and unwanted he had made her feel, and how all her insecurities and doubts about herself had returned at full force, when he had pulled away from her, and shut her out. All those things were forgotten at the sight of him, but now, as he stood in front of her with a smile that had once made her stomach do flip flops when he had first approached her, she felt her happiness at seeing him disappear, and her anger reappear.

“You didn’t call” she slammed her locker shut, and began walking away from him. He had to run to catch up with her. She was very aware of the fact that he had fallen in step with her, and she chose to ignore him as he had her the past week. Let him see what it felt like. They walked in silence, occasionally bumping shoulders as people bumped into them on their way to class. She could feel him as he kept sneaking glances at her out the corner of his eyes.

“Look Bel….I’m sorry…..I was an ass….can we please talk about this” when he saw that she made to notion to stop, he grabbed her arm, and she immediately yanked free of his grasp.

“Talk about what…talk about the way you’ve treated me like shit for the last week. Not one call Kevin…..not one” she hissed at him. She tried to keep her voice down, and not let her anger towards him get things out of control. The more he talked, the angrier she got. She continued down the hall, wanting to get as far away from him as she could so that she could collect her thoughts and calm down. She could feel Xan nagging at her in the back of her mind, but she concentrated harder, and sent him a message that she was fine. Her calculus class was just ten or fifteen feet away. If she could just make it there, she could calm down and think. They only had two periods together, and thankfully the first one was lunch. Kevin grabbed her around the waist just as she was about to walk into the classroom.

“Look I’m sorry…please you have to listen to me. I don’t know why I acted like I did…….can’t we at least talk about this” he was down on his knees in front of her, staring up at her with big puppy dog eyes. Bel tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, and her eyes darted around embarrassingly at all the students that were staring at them as they mingled in the halls heading to their first period.

“Now isn’t the time for this Kevin” she told him as she pulled him up by his collar. A throat cleared behind them, and Bel turned to met the eye of her first period teacher, Mr. Rogers.

“Miss. Evans, I surely hope you plan on joining us today” he stood impatiently at the doorway, tapping his foot, and pointing at his watch. He was a stickler for punctuality. When the first bell rung, he expected you in your seat and prepared for the days lesson. By the time the tardy bell rung, they were usually working on their tenth calculus problem.

“Yes sir” she blushed under his intense stare.

“Good…Mr. Williams” he gave him a look that Kevin knew meant that it was time for him to go. Kevin nodded his head in understanding, and watched as Mr. Rogers turned back into the classroom. Bel turned to follow him, but Kevin captured her hand. Seeing Mr. Rogers pointed glare, she turned quickly towards him.

“Let me take you somewhere for lunch” he pleaded with her. Not wanting to get into any more trouble with her teacher, she quickly agreed.

“Great, I’ll met you at my car” his lips brushed briefly over hers, taking her completely by surprise “see you later” he whispered, before running down the hall. The second bell rung loud in her ears, and Bel groaned when Mr. Rogers cleared his throat annoyingly at her.

“Miss. Evans if you would so kindly to take your seat, we can began” he pointed towards her desk, and she quickly made her way to it.

“Damn” she mumbled under her breath, before she sunk down low in her chair, avoiding all the pairs of eyes on her.

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“Alright class, for the last month, we’ve been discussing raising families in today’s society” Mrs. Newman, his Home Ed teacher said, as she walked up and down the aisle, sitting a packet on each of their desk. Xan stared at the front of the packet. ‘Rising a Productive Family’ he moaned inwardly, and banged his head on his desk. He wondered for the umpteenth time how he had gotten roped into taking Home Ed in the first place.

“Hey, you alright man” John whispered next to him. Xan rolled his forehead on the desk to look at him. Now he remembered, it was John’s fault that he was stuck in this class. At the beginning of the school year, he and John had came to register for classes. His guidance counselor had informed him that it would be a good idea to take one more elective class. She said it would look good to all the colleges that were interested in him. So they had stood and stared at all the lines formed in the cafeteria, looking over possible classes, when Patty Sinclair had walked in. John had, had the biggest crush on her since their freshman year.
She had been standing in the Home Ed line, and John had begged and pleaded with him to sign up with him. At first, Xan had flat out refused, saying that class was for girls, but after seeing the longing look in his best friends eyes, and the promise of his first born child, Xan had reluctantly agreed. Their junior year was slowly coming to an end, and John had yet to talk to her, instead he sat and stared at her from his seat three rows back.

Like Xan, he dates several girls, and was sly in wooing the ladies, but for some reason, Patty always seemed unapproachable to him. It wasn’t like she was a snob or anything, just the opposite. She was different from all the girls he was customary to dating. Usually he dated cheerleaders or easy lays, with big chest, and small brains, but Patty was no where near that. She was in the running with Xan, Bel and Sonya for their class valedictorian. She wasn’t athlete, and never attended any of the schools after hour events, unless they had something to do with science or helping out the community. Her head was always in a book. She wasn’t an ugly girl, just what some would call plain. She was petite, and had long red hair, that she kept in a tight bun. She never dressed to impress, something that John admired about her, she had her own style, and didn‘t care what others thought. She had the most striking green eyes, that would probably burn a hole in your heart, if she would lift them off the floor long enough to grace you with them. Something about her had captured John the moment he laid eyes on her, and he didn’t know what it was, but in his eyes, she was the most beautiful girl in the world. Xan often teased him, saying that by the time he worked up the courage to talk to her, she’d be married, and working on her third child.

“Yeah, just great” he said sarcastically. Xan lifted his head when he felt Bel’s worried eyes on him. The class did have its upside. It was the only class that he shared with both Bel and Sonya, which was a big plus there. When practice would run late, and he didn’t have enough time to bake a cake or plan a family meal, one of them would always have his back, and vise versa. He gave her a small smile to ensure her he was fine.

“As you probably read on your assignment sheet, you will be partnered up with someone as husband and wife for the next month” she walked up to her desk, and picked up a large cooking bowl “in this bowl, there are pieces of paper with names of each gentlemen in the class. It also contains your careers and the number of children you and your spouse will have. Some of the jobs are well paying….some of them are not. It will be your job as husband and wife to come up with a monthly budget to support your family. Inside the packets, are your months budget. You will be required to actually go out and look for a place to stay that is suitable for your family size, budget a grocery bill, and monthly utilities and whatever expanses you may see fit. You will be required to show all your work at the end of the month, and stay in your budget. Some of you will have large families so I suggest that you send wisely” she shook the bowl up “now girls if you will so kindly line up….oh and I must warn you, there is an uneven amount of girls to boys in this class, so one of you ladies will be a single parent” some of the students seemed to like the assignment, but a couple of them were dreading the outcome, Xan being one of them.

“Cheer up big brother, it won’t be that bad” Bel sent him. She could feel his anxiety over the whole thing.

“Yeah right, you’re not the one that could possible be stuck with a leach for the next month” he moaned. Of course, Home Ed did have its downside also….Laura, who at the moment was bursting at the seams as she stood from her seat next to him. She had seen him sign up during registration, and immediately added her name under his.

“Just think Xan, we could be paired together, and you know that I can make you very happy” she whispered huskily in his ear, as she ran her hand suggestively up his arm. He frowned in disgust, and sent Bel and Sonya an evil glare as they laughed at him, and Sonya made a gagging motion with her finger down her throat. She made her way to the front of the class, and cut in front of Bel. She didn’t want Sonya getting a chance to pick Xan’s name. One by one the girls pulled a name and handed it to the teacher, who would read the name out, and made each guy go and sit with their partner. Laura was next, and she turned and gave Xan a wink before drawing her name. Mrs. Newman unfolded it and sighed, knowing what to expect.

“I’m sorry Laura, it looks like you’ll be your single parent” she handed the paper to the girl, and mentally counted down the seconds before the volcano exploded.

“WHAT!” she shouted and stared down at the paper “a waitress, with three kids” she screeched. She was steaming, and you could practically see it coming out of her ears.

“Well it shouldn’t be much of a stretch for you….since you are already working on the three little bastards now” Sonya smiled big, and every one tried to contain their laughter.

“Screw you” Laura narrowed her eyes at her.

“No, I think you’re mistaken me for yourself since you’re the one that screws ever-” she was cut off by the disapproving glare her teacher gave her, and Bel’s sharp jab in the side.

“That’s enough girls…..I’m sorry Laura, but that’s just how it is. So please take your seat so we may continue” Laura stalked off to her seat, and sulked. Again, the line moved, and the guys moved to their respective partners. There were four guys left, and it was Patty’s turn to draw. She handed the paper over, and the name was read.

“Mr. Allen could you please gathered your things, and join your partner” she said.

“Woohoo” John jumped up and shouted, causing the entire class to laugh at him, and Patty to turn a deep red. “Sorry” he mumbled, and grabbed his things. He quickly made his way over to Patty, and sat down in the seat next to her. Bel was next, and after the class finally settled down, she reached in and hand her paper to her. Not really paying attention, she announced the name.

“Mr. Evans…your wife” once again the class erupted in laughter, and both Xan and Bel ducked their heads at the odds of her pulling her own brother. Realizing the error, Mrs. Newman couldn’t help the small chuckle that escaped her lips.

“Oh…we can’t have none of that, I’d surely lose my job” she joked. She folded the paper back up, and tossed it back in the bowl. She gave it a good shake to mix them up, and offered the bowl to Bel again. Reaching in, she pulled out another name and handed it over.

“Well, that’s better…..Mr. Brown, would you care to join your wife” Ricky looked up at the mention of his name. He had been sitting in the back doodling Bel and his name in little hearts in his notebook, testing how her name would appear attached to his. ‘Theresa Isabella Marie Brown and Mr. and Mrs. Richard Brown’ were scribbled all over his folder He had barely heard one word that had came out of his teachers mouth after she had said that they were all going to be paired up as husband and wife. Hs mind hand instantly drifted to the thought of Bel becoming his wife, but for real, not some silly assignment in class. He was imagining their wedding, and their wedding night, and he groaned what he thought was to himself. The entire class was staring at him, and he finally registered what she had actually said. Bel….Bel was his wife…..well not actually, but for the next month she was. Suddenly he became quite aware of what that actually meant. It meant that he would have to actually spend time with her…..talk to her. In all the years that he had known her, and she had been best friends with his sister, he had never once held a conversation with her that held longer then three words.

He has completely tuned out the class, once the girls began pulling names. He has resigned to the fact that one of the other girls would draw his name, never expecting Bel to pull him. He felt his hands grew sweaty, and his breath go short and heavy. Sweat gathered on his forehead, and the butterflies took flight in his stomach. The blood rushed to his ears and he could and he could hear each rapid beat of his heart as he slammed against his chest. He took a deep breath as he tried to control the bouts of dizziness that threaten to take over him. He couldn’t do this. There was no way he would be able to function properly anywhere near her.

“Are you alright man” Xan stared at him uncertainly. The color had drained from his face, and he was breathing kind of weird, and he was for sure he was going to heave all over the floor any second now. Ricky could only close his eyes, and slowly nodded his head, hoping the nausea didn’t win the battle of wills. Sonya felt bad for her brother. She knew that he was pretty much close to spilling his breakfast, and passing out. He had always considered him fearless…..except when it came to Bel. He would become a shivering mass of jell-o in her presence, and become a rambling fool when he actually had to talk her, that was if he actually said something to her, instead of just staring at her. Personally, she thought that they would make a cute couple, but from Bel’s obliviousness of his love for her, and the promise she had made him never to mention it or interfere, she had stayed out of it, and hoped that they eventually came to their senses.

“Ricky, are you sure you ok” Mrs. Newman asked him. He opened his eyes to find Bel staring at him in concern. He turned to his sister, who gave him a sympathy smile, knowing exactly what was happening to him.

“Yes ma’am” he placed his bag over his shoulder, and stood up. He prayed that his legs wouldn’t betray him, and make him land flat on his face. They were shaking like an earthquake beneath him. He cautiously made his way over to Bel. He stood nervously in front of him, and she gave him a small smile.

“Don’t look so disappointed. I promise, being married to me won’t be that bad” she smiled, despite the hurt look that past her face. Ricky realized that she thought that he didn’t want to be married to her, she couldn’t be farther from the truth. He quickly set out to correct her.

“No!…..I mean I do…I do want to marry you…..I mean I love you……I mean I’d love to marry you…” nothing he said was coming out the way he intended, so he decided that he better quit while he was a head “…..I think I’ll just…” he pointed to the seat next to her, and sunk down low in the chair, his entire face was flaming in embarrassment. Bel had to cover her mouth to hide the smile that had spread across her face. She thought that he was cute when he rambled, and his ears turned bright red. She placed her hand on his arm to get his attention.

“Thank you” she smiled brightly at him. He barely registered what she said. The only thing that register in his mind was the her hand as she touched him for the second time, almost in the same spot. This time he was wearing a short sleeve shirt, so he could actually feel the softness of her feminine hand as it linger on his skin. He felt a tingling sensation travel up his arm were her hand connected with his. A warm feeling spread throughout his body, and he felt himself being drawn into her sensual eyes. The same sensation running though him, was coursing through Bel, and she couldn’t explain the humming of her body. She quickly removed her hand, and instantly missed the loss of contact. She turned her head, and found Xan staring at her with a raise eyebrow….he had defiantly felt it though their connection. She blushed, and turned back around in her seat.

“Later” she heard in her head, and knew that there was no way she was getting out of this one. Ricky felt eyes burning a hole in the back of his head, and he didn’t need to turn around to know who they belonged to. Taking a risk, he slowly turned, and their eyes collided. Xan narrowed his eyes at him, and Ricky was thankful that he didn’t have death ray vision, because he was for sure that he would be dead right now. He turned around, wishing that a whole would open up in the ground, and swallow him whole. His sister may have been oblivious to his attraction to her, but Xan wasn’t. When had watched him that day they had enter their class in the first grade, and he saw the way he had looked at her. It was the same look that he’d been carrying around for the last ten years….love. He had watched him watch her at work when he thought no one was looking, or how he would stare at her across the quad on the lunch period. He wasn’t stupid, and he wasn’t about to let his sister get hurt. He knew something had happened between her and Kevin.

She thought she was doing a good job at keeping her feeling under control, but she had forgotten, they were connected, and as hard as she tried to block him, their connection was always simmering just below the surface. He had felt her crying that night she returned home from being with Kevin, and he wanted to go in her room and demand to know what the bastard had did, but he remember the talk he had, had with his dad, and decided to let her come to him. She had did a good job at fooling their parents, but he watched her carefully, and waited. He still didn’t know what was going on, but he wasn’t going to let Ricky move in on her while she was vulnerable. Sonya’s turn was next, and she reached in and pulled out the slip of paper.

“Well…this is a first” Mrs. Newman grinned at her “Mr. Evans, care to come and join your wife” it was Sonya’s turn to stand in shock, but she quickly recovered from it. Unlike her brother, she was a master at disguising her emotions, she had to be if she had hidden the fact that she was in love with Xan from him for over eight years.

“WHAT!” Laura jumped up out of her seat.

“Miss Paterson, one more interruption out of you, and you will be spending the rest of the week in after school detention” she warned her. Laura huffed, and slammed down in her seat, crossing her arms angrily across her chest. Xan stood up, and slung his pack over his shoulder, and walked up to Sonya. He threw his arm around her shoulders, and placed a wet kiss on her cheek.

“Hi honey” he gave her one of the Evans patented half smiles, not knowing what his choice of words and action did to her. Her insides were turning into one big glob of melting lava, but she played along.

“Hey dumpling” she cooed, and the teacher rolled her eyes playfully at them. She had to admit, they did make a handsome couple.

“Alright you two take your seats” Xan ran his hand down her arm, and smiled at her, before lacing his fingers between hers, and squeezing her hand. Taking Sonya completely by surprise.

“Come on” he pulled her along behind him, as he headed to two empty seats behind Bel and Ricky. Xan rested the still entwined hands high on his thigh, and proceeded to listened to Mrs. Newman as she continued to explain the rest of the assignment. His thumb rubbing small circles on the inside of her wrist. Bel turned around and stared at the joined hands, before raising a questioning eyebrow at her best friend. Sonya shrugged her shoulder, and decided not to put to much emphasis on it. Instead she decided to enjoy the warmth that was spreading throughout her body as he gently caressed her hand. The bell rung, and everyone began to fill out into the halls, heading to the next period.

“I was..I mean if you….I thought maybe we could get together at lunch, and set up a study schedule….or something” Ricky stood nervously in front of her.

“I’m sorry, I can’t. Kevin and I are going off campus for lunch” she told him regretfully.

“of course…that’s ok…some other time….when you’re available” he lowered his head, but not before she caught the disappointed look that masked his face, before he turned to walk away.

“Hey” she called after him, catching a hold of his arm. Again the sensation returned. ‘What was wrong with her’ she wondered. Ricky turned as she grabbed him.

“You working tonight” she asked him.

“Yeah, until seven”

“Me too. Maybe after our shift, we can grab a booth, and start on the assignment” she offered, and smiled when his face lit up.

“Yeah that sounds like a plan”

“Great, then it’s a date. You…me… the Crash at seven” she smiled.

“Yeah…a-a date” he stumbled out.

“What date” Xan asked as he and Sonya walked up to them, her hand still firmly clasped in his. Her glared at Ricky. Ricky’s eyes travel to their entwined hands, and returned his glare with one of his own big brother protectiveness. The two stared at each other, until Bel’s voice broke them out of their silent battle.

“Ricky and I are going to met up together after our shift, and start working on the assignment” she told them.

“Oh, that sounds like a good idea……can we join you” she stared up at Xan to see if he was ok with it. He stared down at her, she didn’t have to ask him verbally, it was like they knew exactly what the other was thinking. He gave her a gentle smile, and nodded his head in agreement. Bel looked to Ricky to see what he thought, and he simply shrugged his shoulders.


“Whatever you want” he told her, and smiled as her face lit up. He knew that his sister would had most likely had been joining them anyways.

“Great” both girls smiled. Catching the end of the conversation, but still got enough to know what was going on. John quickly spoke up.

“Hey do you guys mind if we come too” he and Patty had been trying to come up with a schedule, but they both were drawing a blank. He thought at least if they were in a group, he could relax more around her, and maybe start a decent conversation.

“The more the merrier” Xan finally spoke up. “We better get to class” he looked down at Sonya “walk you to class” he asked, and she eagerly agreed. His arm snaked around her waist, his hand rest comfortable on her hip, and he pulled her tightly against him. Mimicking his actions, she did the same thing, and they headed down the hall, talking softly to each other, leaving the others to stare after them in shock.

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Max shrugged on his jacket, and exited out of his office. He had just seen his last patient for the morning, and he was now heading to lunch. He was going to stop by the lab, and surprise Liz. He had been feeling her waves of desire all morning, and the graphic imagines she had sent along to accompany it, had him walking around with a hard on all morning. He had opt to wearing his lab coat, to hide his aroused state, and he hated that thing. He had plans on taking her hard on top of one of the lab tables to release his heavy cock from the pain she had caused.

“I’m going to lunch. I should be back an a hour” he told his nurse Melissa. His hand was on the doorknob, and if he had been a little quicker, he might had been able to escape her next words out of her mouth.

“Oh Dr. Evans, there’s a patient waiting for you in examine one” she said as she picked up the chart, and handed it to him.

“I thought Ms. Campbell was my last patient until two” he told her.

“She was, but this lady was a walk in, and she had came while you were in with Ms. Campbell”

“You couldn’t have scheduled her for this afternoon” he asked her, trying to keep the edge out his voice. He could feel his lunchtime excursion slowly slipping away from him.

“You don’t have any openings this afternoon doctor, and the young lady is new in town, and she said she needed to see a doctor today, and you’re always saying never to turn anyone away” she reminded him. She had caught the slight rise in his voice, but gave him a pointed glare.

“Of course I did” sighed annoyingly as he released the door, and turned to head back into his office. He hastily shook off his jacket, and tossed it across his desk. He rested his hip against it, and quickly scan over the chart and the medical questionnaire inside. He knew any hopes of surprising Liz were shot to hell. This was a new patient, and they took at thirty to forty five minutes to finish, because they required a complete physical examine, and he had already wasted ten minutes arguing with Melissa.

“Damn” he mumbled as he opened the door, and headed towards examine room one. He pushed opened the door, and headed straight towards the sink.

“Sorry to keep you waiting. I wasn’t aware that I had another patient” he said as he washed his hands, and grabbed a couple of paper towels to dry them with.

“It’s ok” she assured him. Max turned around for the first time to address her, and his breath hitched in his throat at the sight of her. She was beautiful, even in the thin paper gown she was clad in, did nothing to take away from her beauty. She looked like and angel that had just stepped out of the heavens. Against his will, and the fact that he was already semi-hard from earlier, he felt himself grow tighter in his pants as she crossed her slim legs over each other. He loosened the tie around his neck, the rooms temperature suddenly raising to boiling. He turned and picked up her chart.

“So tell me Mrs. Temptress, what brings you by today” he asked her as he moved closer to the table.

“It’s Miss, and please call me Cherry” she smiled at him, and Max found himself getting lost in her eyes “well Doctor, I’ve been having this pain in my chest all morning, and a friend of mine recommended you. She said that if anyone could find out was illing me, you were the one.”

“Well….I’m not a miracle worker, but I’ll definitely would try my best to see what’s going on” he unwrapped his stethoscope from around his neck, and groaned inwardly, as he caught her staring at his crotch.

“How do you want me doctor” she purred. Max moaned, and his dick jumped at the images of the many ways he would like to take her came to mind. He walked over to the examine table, and stood next to her.

“You’re fine……ju-just take a deep breath” he said as he placed the instrument against her back. She shivered from the cold metal as it came into contact with her warm skin.

“Sorry” he whispered.

“S’ok” she returned, and did as he instructed, and took a deep breath.

“Good…..good” he replied as he moved it across her back. He moved around to her chest, and she stared down admiringly at his hand.

“You have lovely hands Dr. Evans….very strong” she told him huskily, and brushed her fingers over his knuckles.

“Th-Thank you, my wife seems to think so too, she hasn‘t complained yet ” he raised an eyebrow at her.

“You’re married” she asked in shock, before staring down at the tent in his khaki. She looked up at him with hooded eyes, licking her lips suggestively “she must be one lucky lady.”

“Yes, she is” his voice lowered to a whisper “tell me Cherry, where is this pain in your chest” his lips brushed over her ear, sending a chill down her spine. She captured his hands in her own, and guided them to her breast, before cupping them with their entwined hands.

“Here” she moaned, and squeezed his hands, before dropping her own, and leaning back. Max massaged her soft mounds, and felt her taunt nipples as they brushed up against his palms.

“Here” he clarified, as he pinched her left nipple, causing her to moan in delight.

“Yeeessss!” she hissed “Doctor please” she begged, and in one quick motion, he ripped the gown her body and tossed it on the floor. He eagerly latched on to her nipple. He licked, sucked and bit at it before pulling her breast so deep into his mouth that the nipple brush up against his throat. He growled as her fingers laced thru his hair, and she arched her back to drive her round globe deeper into his mouth. He continued to alternate between breast, making sure they both received his attention. He pulled up, and stared down at her tussled appearance.

“Tell me Cherry, is there anywhere else that you are having pain” he grinned down at her, and she could only mutely nodded her head, and reached for his hand. She ran it down her body, over her stomach, letting it rest on her wet heat. Max tenderly traced his fingers over the fine hair that covered her delicate flower. His finger dipped low between her folds, and let his finger linger at her opening, and watched as her chest rose and fell in anticipation.

“I don’t know….I don’t know if I have the right equipment to assist you” he smirked at her when she reached for his hand, when he pulled it away from her aching core. She sat up abruptly, and cupped him though his pants.

“I don’t know doctor, you seem to have all the tight equipment to me” she replied as she purred deep in her throat, and bit his earlobe. Before he knew what was happening, his pants were pooled at his ankle, and his boxers soon followed. She laid back on the table, bringing him to rest in between her spread legs. Max slammed into her with one powerful thrust.

“Oh shit” he moaned as she dug her nails into his ass and pushed him deeper into her cavern.

“Yes…oh god…please, take me harder Dr. Evans…..fuck me” her voice was growing quite vocal, and he had to plunge his tongue deep into her mouth to muffle her cries. He felt her small hands press up against his shoulders. He lifted up to look down at her. He pressed his lips softly against hers and chuckled as she chased his lips hungrily.

“I want to ride you” she told him and he simply nodded and let push him onto his back. “Yeeesss” she moaned as his meaty cock filled her hungry walls. She ripped his tie out from around his neck, and yanked his shirt into two. Ignoring the many buttons that flew past her in protest. She pushed his undershirt up, and licked the sweat gathering in the valley of his chest.

“Fuck” he cried out as he gripped her hips, and aided her as she rode him like a jockey.
He pulled her face to his, and forcefully plunged his tongue in her mouth. She greedily sucked on it, trying to swallow his every being. Her movements were calculated and precise above him, all intended on one goal…….make them cum, and cum hard.

“Oh god……I’m so close…..make me cum…..make me cum Dr. Evans” she cried out, her claws dragging deep into his chest. Max sat up, and wrapped her arms around his neck. Her teeth sunk into his shoulder, as the beginning of her orgasm started to take over.

“That’s right….cum for me” he started to slap her ass hard “….cum for the good doctor” he coaxed against her ear.

“Ooooh…yeeessss” her head flew back, before her teeth punctured his skin, drawing blood, and her body went static above him, as her orgasm slammed into her a full force. The combination of her creamy liquid as it bathed his rod, trailing into his coarse hairs, and the scraping of her teeth against his bruised shoulder, sent him tumbling over the edge with her. They clung to each other, as they rode out their sexual high. Finally, Max flopped back onto the examine table, bringing her limb body to rest over him. After several moments, she lifted off of him, twisting out of his reach as he grabbed at her.

She picked up her clothes that she had discarded earlier, and quickly began to dress. She could feel his eyes watching her every move, but refused to give into his puppy dog expression. Once she was completely dressed, and felt it was safe to face him, she took in his appearance. His pants and boxers were still pooled at his ankle, were they were unable to fall free past his shoes. Her eyes trailed up his muscular thighs, until they came to rest on his now softened member as it laid sated against his stomach. His torn shirt was barely hanging on to his form, and she could see the imprint of her teeth marks peeked out from under his undershirt, which was stained with his blood. She winced, maybe she had went a little overboard. That was surely going to leave a scar. Even though she couldn’t visible see them, she knew that his stomach, chest and ass were covered in her scratches.

She took in his facial appearance, and couldn’t help but smile at the goofy grin that was plaster on his face. Walking towards him, she stood next to the table. She let him pull her in for a steaming kiss, but pulled back once she felt herself growing wet. She leaned down close to his ear.

“Your wife definitely doesn’t have nothing to complain about” she whispered huskily, her fingers wrapped around his dick, that began to stir once again as she slowly stroked him. She move down to his erection, and slowly slipped her lips around him, drawing him deep into her mouth, and giving his head several tight pulls, before straightening up, and walking towards the door. She turned back towards him, and smirked at his stunned expression.

“Oh yeah…..she is one lucky lady…….Thanks Dr. Evans” she though over her shoulder, and walked out the door. Max stared after her in disbelief. He couldn’t believe she had just done that. Now he was even more turned on then he was earlier. He stared down at his now rock hard cock, and growled in frustration. Knowing that there was nothing he could do about it now, he lifted up, and tried to savage his clothing. He winced as he lifted his shoulder, and he could still feel her teeth as they bit into his skin.

“Shit” he mumbled to himself. He was in deep trouble, Liz was going to kill him.



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