Midterms went by pretty well. Well enough for me to grab some hours to finish and perfect this chapter. So, instead of Saturday, you get your update today!!! Isn't that great!!! Even though, you guys will probably hate my guts, when you're done reading it though. The shit really hits the fan and things are painfully revealed. Just...try to refrain from...ending my life okay, guys. Just think of it this way, you murder me and I won't be around to fix it 
As promised, here are the individual replies:
Behrsgurl*87, I'm happy that you love it! I'm afraid you might not love it so much after this part though....
elfangel01, After writing it, I didn't really expect anyone to notice the subtle walk PAST Max's house. Kodos, my friend.
I liked to whole A/L getting it on scene too.
Can I hold you to that one???i can't wait for more, this story is awesome! and as long as it's xtremer insured, i think i'll be okay... maybe...
Ellie,
I still blush everytime I read that sex scene. I know, I know, I wrote it, but hey, I tainted my own virginal fingers while writing it.... *imagine with a halo* Yeah made her choice and nope, it wasn't just sex induced. But...I must say, Alec isn't gonna be the one feeling alittle used and abused in this little fic of mine. I think Maria gives everybody headaches....mrsjbehr, LOL, your FB cracked me up...
Yep, Liz made her choice and it is Alec....but ya know....somethings don't always work out as smoothly as you hope they would...that's all I'm saying... 
polar vixen, Yeah, I can't have my two favorite Roswell boys *except Alex* all unreasonable and mean to Liz...that's just not the way... Liz plans on following through with it.....
Kat, Just because a simple "I'm sorry" would do the trick, I still want those damn gummi bears and cookies. Yeah, so I'm a 120 lb fat kid...so what??? Brin finding out about Alec and Liz actually isn't going to be as funny as it seems it would be...but you'll have to read to find out why... You won't have to resist the urge to dwell on the whole why-are-Alec-and-Brin-in-Roswell thing any longer. Unfortunately.... things are seriously revealed in this chapter. and no, you may ot like it....Just consider it paybacks-a-bitch time for that whole Max-Alec-Liz mix up in WTRBTF
hehe... Yeah it really was silly of Liz to think that Micheal would nark on her to Max of all people...And while you can not *have* Kyle, I'll let you borrow him...for a small price that is
...A new update to DTD and more WTRBTF MMWWAAHHAAHAHAAA*clears throat* okay...I'm done....
orphyfets, Michael and Kyle rock...nough said on that...and well you'll have to read to know what's gonna happen next....
binxter, Michael and Kyle are quite the lil' gossip queens. I like that they bring humor to a sucky situation too. Liz will really be needing that very soon. And of course I would have her stay with Max and play with your hearts like that!!! I'm not that terrible a person.
Zevrillion, I guess I may have to run for the hills after handing you this part... You may want to kill me...
bluebear01, I loved the Michael and Kyle and Liz convo too. I was cracking up while writing it. those guys....
Even though, there might be a...delay on the Mike/Brin, it will happen..
behrstars, I'm glad that you loved it from beginning to end, that might not be the case for this part though, not that you'll hate it...you just won't like me very much afterwards.
Roswell Slayer,
yeah you gotta a point there, but I'm gonna that one in the shadows for a while...atleast until the smoke settles.... You know the irony of Liz making her decision and planning on telling Max off is whether or not she'll be able to actually do it...And when is Kyle gonna find a girl? He can't be womanless for long.
WomanofMystery, hehe, gotta love Michael and Kyle....and yeah I always felt that by the time the 3rd seasen came along, everyone was always secretly wondering why in the hell Liz bothered with Max after all... I got that especially from Michael and Kyle. Isabel too. Why does everyone here think I'm sort of...meany that would put Liz right with Max after a night down and gritty with Alec? I'm appalled at the thought
... rachelg224, Nope, I'm done with the guilt trip on Liz's part... I'm glad I left you speechless, though... I love leaving people with their mouths hanging open....fly get in, ya know...
And now, without anymore delay, Chapter 10.....once again, just refrain from the urge to end my life..please.
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Chapter 10
My eyes snap open at the sound of rustling upstairs. It only takes about five seconds for memory to come back to me. Of where I am and what happened last night…or rather earlier this morning. Which by guessing, I’d say it was maybe…eight in the morning. I shift slightly to find Alec’s arm resting around my waist. I’m naked and so is he, under a throw blanket that I’m guessing was on the couch. I glance at Alec, whose eyes are closed and is breathing evenly. I can’t help but smile at the fact that he just looks so…peaceful. So adolescent in his sleeping state. Nothing like the smirking, smart ass with the devilish good looks that I took pleasure ravishing on a day-to day basis. Right now, I can only stare at his currently sweet face as a warm flutter fills my heart.
Suddenly, I hear the rustling louder and part of me begins to panic. For a moment, the first thing I can think of doing is scrambling to gather my clothes, but I can’t bring myself to move from Alec’s warm embrace. Not willingly, in any case.
Abruptly, Brin comes shuffling down the stairs clad in a pair of loose sweat pants and a small tee-shirt. She moves lazily, obviously not aware of me or Alec’s presence. I’m completely still as she walks crosses the living room where I am and enters the kitchen and I’m shocked at how she was completely unaware of the two figures laying on the couch. I’d think we’d be like a large white elephant sitting in the room, frankly, she doesn’t.
She’s in the kitchen for about five seconds before she comes, all but running, back into the living room, stopping front of the couch. She looks more or less shocked beyond repair, staring at me and Alec, wide-eyed.
“What?!”
Ah, now she’s noticed the elephant.
At this point, I feel Alec stir sharply before he raising his to glance up at Brin, only to roll his eyes, only to close them again. I, on the other hand, am looking like I just got caught with my hand in a cookie jar. It dons on me suddenly that Brin had no idea that Alec and I were fooling around. Hence, her evident shell-shock. She’s still standing there, mouth half open, stunned.
I personally have no idea what I’m supposed to say. I just got caught all post-coital with her brother. I squirm a bit at her scrutiny. I realize that this is the first time I’ve ever seen Brin at a loss for words.
“How…whe…what…”
“Never miss a good chance to shut up, Brin.” Alec mumbles this from his current position nestled in my hair. She sends him a glare while flipping him off before looking very perplexed for a slight second. I take a minute to wonder what it was about. Somehow, I never imagined her to be so…confused. And if I didn’t know better, I’d say that she was a bit disappointed. Something else I fail to understand. I expected her to be…well…Brin. Some smart, witty comment about not being able to control hormones. I even imagined her laughing her ass off. Pointing and making fun of the fact that of all the places in this big house to have sex, we do it on the couch of the living room. I did not however, imagine her silent and, I suspect, upset.
“Alec,…we need to talk…later.” She says this uncomfortably and briskly, before she changes courses and heads back upstairs.
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Something definitely clicked. Somewhere between ending it with Alec and now, my feelings changed. It became painfully clear that the love and soul-grasping wholeness that was once Max and I were no longer there. More importantly, that it would never be there again. That for the last several months, I’ve simply been wasting my time. I’m slightly bittered by this, but then I feel relief flushing my body, rinsing the last of cowardice from me. Toughening me. The first thing I plan on doing when find the strength to leave Alec’s side, is stalk over to where ever the hell Max is and break it to him. No, we are not soulmates. No, we can’t go back to the way thing were. And most importantly, no I don’t love you anymore.
Not that I love Alec, now. Let’s not get ahead of ourselves, here. But I feel something. Something new and unheard. All I know is that I desperately want to explore it, at any cost.
I guess I’ve always known. Deep within my spirit, embedded underneath the rational, logical me that always believed Max and I were nothing short of meant to be, was something that was constantly doubting, whispering the truth. Alec’s arrival, his mere presence in my life, serving as the electric catalyst that inevitably, blew it all into the open. Giving me strength and a sense of self I haven’t felt in a very long time.
We get dressed and have an awkward, but sweet morning after of breakfast and small talk, I notice the subtle changes in myself. I feel the subtle changes.
There also seems to be two barely noticeable changes in Alec. All morning, I’ve caught him stealing stares at me. Offering subtle sweet touches on the lower back, arms, and hair. Soft kisses where ever he’s close to at the moment. This make me smile, despite myself.
But then, in between that, his mind seems somewhere else. He’s never been so…quiet around me before. He seems very deep in thought. Very spaced off. And I personally don’t know how to feel about it. I can’t determine whether I should be worried or content on the comfortableness of it.
“So…where does this…leave us?” I’m brought back from my musings as we sit in his living room, across from each other. Suddenly, I feel very awkward at the space he’s put between us. Mostly because Alec seems more or less, uncomfortable. This confuses me beyond any form of reason. It’s almost as if he’s come to his senses on something. I try to force out the insecurities I feel bubbling up in side of me.
“I don’t know.” I lower my eyes, feeling an unwelcome doubt edging in me. I wish Alec was like Max in the sense that I could always easily read any thought or feeling he was having through his eyes. Alec’s eyes are completely unreadable. Except for the desire, of course. They’re mysteries that I don’t necessarily feel safe with, but I somehow can’t bate myself to resist. I do know that somewhere between our first kiss…make-out…whatever and last night, I find myself wanting to figure them out more than anything. I undergo liberating hum inside me that wants to drop all the drama and mess that is Max just to unravel these particular mysteries.
“I don’t know where this leaves us….But I know that where ever it is, I don’t want it to end.” I raise my eyes to his searching for some conformation of his understanding. His eyes burrow into mine and then I see it. The glitch that softens his gaze and gives me all the strength that I need in order to go through with my plans for the day.
But then there’s something else. My heart almost stops once I put a name to it. The slightest form of regret, guilt. For what, I don’t know, but the insecurities that subsided soon begin to re-bubble. I feel panic building and all of a sudden, I need to get out of this house. What if he regrets what happened? This sucks because for the first time, I don’t. Oh god, what if he doesn’t want me after all? His silence speaks volumes to me. I consider quickly grabbing my belongings and bolting the hell out of here, but before I can move to gather my stuff, his voice stops me.
“Liz,” the tone in which he says my name makes the hairs on the back of my stand up, it’s so…solemn, so uncharacteristic of him, “I have to tell you something.” Oh, god, he’s going to tell me that it all was a mistake. That he does want it to end. I can’t here this and before he can continue, I began to put my shoes on, heading for the door while doing so. I’m panicking and though I’m sure I probably look like I’ve lost my mind, I can’t help it. Rejection has proven to be a big fear of mine. Especially since I’ve made the choice that I was willing to finally let go of my burdens with Max, and maybe…even move on with Alec.
He’s risen from him seat on the couch and is rushing towards me, blocking my exit.
“Liz, please. I really have to talk to you.” The panic in his voice stops me in my tracks, my blood runs cold. I don’t know what’s going on but suddenly I’ve the feeling it has nothing to do with us as an item. I turn to look into his eyes, trying to get some short answer. The conflict in them is too jumbled to make out what exactly is the problem. I take a step or two back from the door- and him -slowly. Suddenly on alert. Old Manticore caution perfectly resurfaced. Narrowing my eyes, perplexed.
“Liz…” he sighs searching for the words and I swear his eyes suddenly opened up to me. As if the wall blocking his thoughts from me were suddenly knocked down, revealing all these emotions, all coated with a thick film of guilt and remorse.
“…I’m from Manticore.”
I swore I almost passed out when I heard those words leave his lips. “Wha…what?” I’ve clearly heard this wrong. He didn’t just say-
“Brin and I. We’re both from Manticore. We were sent here to confirm your status as one of the escapees, then to set you up for the recapture…” he stops for a moment. I’ve completely backed away from him at this point. I refuse to believe this. This can’t be.
As if he senses my disbelief, he turns sharply revealing a faint hint of a barcode that from the looks of it, had been temporally removed. I never even noticed. He shows it only long enough for me to recognize it before turning back to me, eyes full of penitence.
Cold reality sets in on me as realize the truth behind all those little things I found so very strange, but never thought too long on. Their suspicious arrival, their presistant entry into my life, Brin’s friendship, Alec’s seduction and then his nonchalance at my ending it with him. It was all just a front, a plan to get me right where they needed me in order to send me back to…hell.
“You and Brin…are from Manticore.” I repeat his statement to myself. I feel my eyes swelling with hot tears of anger, of confusion, of humiliation, of sheer and utter hurt. I feel like my throat has closed, refusing to let ample amount of air into my lungs. My vision is blurred by tears and I only hear Alec’s voice and the pounding of my own heart. My body has began to tremble violently. No. I refuse to let him see me cry. See me weaker than he’s already seen me. He’s moved to grasp my arms to stop me from backing away from him. “Liz, please…believe me when I say…I’m sorry.” His voice is low, weak. His eyes plead for my cooperation.
When his hands touch the bare skin of my arms, I’m overcome with white rage. How dare he think he can touch me in such an affectionate form. My hands met his solid chest in a forceful ram, knocking him back a step or two, but his grasp on my arms are firm, refusing my resistance.
“Let go of me! Get your fucking hands off me!” The words and curses erupt strong and enraged from my throat as I find my voice. I struggle violently against his chest, letting sobs escape my lips unwillingly. Punching him and slapping him. I don’t know whether it’s my pain or his resilience, but my blows seem, though powerful, just not enough to move him as far as I want him. Like off this planet.
“Liz, listen,” he tightens his grip enough to get a second of my sober attention, “we have to get out of here. They’re coming for you. For us. As we speak.” His voice is slightly hushed and pleading.
“Why, do you care? Huh? Isn’t this exactly what you wanted?” I muster all the strength left in my body, all that hasn’t been spent struggling for the last few minutes, to jab him square in the face, feeling the sharp shift of the bone in his nose breaking under my fist. The shock of it, causes him to release me. I back as far away from him, as fast away from him, as possible, partially expecting a transgenic smackdown and well prepared for it, getting in a defensive stance.
He doesn’t, however, move in any way to harm me. As much as I hate myself for it, I feel touched and just a second, a moment even, when I want to breakdown, run to him crying, and begging for some resolve that this is all just some very, bad joke. That he hadn’t played me like a prize fool. That they hadn’t played me like a prize fool.
"I never wanted this. I had a job to do. I didn't even know you..." he stops, seemingly giving up on his own voice. He looks away, a defeated look on his face that almost breaks my heart. Almost.
I stay silent, with cold eyes and still in fighting stance as he holds his nose, snapping it back into place, wincing slightly in pain. I’m mixed with pride that I had inflicted some sort pain, and a remorse at even hurting him at all.
Just then, even through all my anger and emotional turmoil, my ears perk up. The hairs on the back of my neck go on alert as I sharply look around. I send a glance Alec’s way and he’s, sure enough, sensed it too. Danger, they are very, very near.
“We have to get out of here.” He says this in a very quick, very alert voice that’s barely audible, but heard all the same. Before I’ve even realized it, he’s rushed across the room and grasped my hand, pulling me to follow him to some secret, back door behind a large wooden shelf.
Even though, yes , I do realize that the situation just got hostile, I’m still very pissed at Alec and unable let go of it for even a nana-second. I wrench my hand from his grasp.
“Don’t you fucking dare touch me. Why am I even following you anyway? You’re just leading me into yet another goddamn trap.” I hiss at him, keep my tone cold and harsh, leveling him with a hard stare before turning to find another way out. I’m trying hard to keep my composure despite the painful fact that this is the day my worse fears come true. They’re here. I can feel it in every sense tingling from my body. It’s confirmed when I immediately hear the heavy pounding a helicopter, seconds later, I hear the windows upstairs shatter and heavy foot steps follow.
“Liz, look, I know you have absolutely no reason to trust me, right now, but just please, come with me!” He’s raised his voice to be heard over the commotion, holding his hand out for me to grasp.
And then, even though I was probably well caught anyway, I make a huge mistake. I hesitated. It’s for no longer than ten seconds, but it’s enough for the windows around me to come crashing in as black-clad figures surround us, immediately raising guns and firing dart-like tubes into both me and Alec, simultaneously. I instantly start to feel the wave of dizzy haziness cloud my thoughts and vision. I feel my limbs go flaccid as I slump to the ground, completely unable to grasp the exact moment when my worse nightmares began to come true.
Tbc.
Uh huh...so was that bearable?...Hello? readers are you still there? HELLO??!!
I'm soooo sorry it took me so long to get this out. It wasn't that long a wait but it was long compared to the speed in which I usually update. But anyway, here's the new chapter!! I'm just gonna warn you, it's not that long. It really didn't fit with the next chapter though, I simply separted it....I hope you guys enjoy it!!! It embodies all the darkness and so *not* good Liz I warned you about in the very beginning... 
But hey, I may or may not fix it...sometimes you just gotta a bit sadistic....
But I'd say that Brin was angry at Alec for both mixing pleasure with work and hurting Liz more than necessary. Even though she felt a friendship towards Liz also...