Lethal Whispers (ML, MATURE) 10/29/15 COMPLETE
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Re: Lethal Whispers (ML, some MM, MATURE), Ch 24 5/23/15 p.
OMG, This is crazy. Poor liz and thank good max got to her on time but appears he is really going to need to explain himself. Dave and Tessy can take a hike
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Re: Lethal Whispers (ML, some MM, MATURE), Ch 24 5/23/15 p.
Wow! 
That was hard to read! And I wonder what Max did to this monstrous man, maybe not kill him but let him pay what he did to Liz... at least, put him out of order in 'this place' because he certainly is not at his first attempt at raping women!
There is no way Max is going on with his sharade of not to telling her the truth; because obviously Liz and Max have more in common than Max and Isabel!
Ah! Loved that Tess couldn't go into Max's mind! At least, this time she won't manipulate the aliens like she did on the show...
Looking for more and thanks - have to calm me down now... 
EVE 
That was hard to read! And I wonder what Max did to this monstrous man, maybe not kill him but let him pay what he did to Liz... at least, put him out of order in 'this place' because he certainly is not at his first attempt at raping women!
There is no way Max is going on with his sharade of not to telling her the truth; because obviously Liz and Max have more in common than Max and Isabel!
Ah! Loved that Tess couldn't go into Max's mind! At least, this time she won't manipulate the aliens like she did on the show...
Looking for more and thanks - have to calm me down now...
EVE - Les jouissances de l'esprit sont faites pour calmer les orages du coeur!
- On reconnaît le bonheur au bruit qu'il fait quand il s'en va!
- L'amour vous rend aveugle et le mariage vous redonne la vue!
- On reconnaît le bonheur au bruit qu'il fait quand il s'en va!
- L'amour vous rend aveugle et le mariage vous redonne la vue!
Re: Lethal Whispers (ML, some MM, MATURE), Ch 24 5/23/15 p.
Great part! I think it's time for max to come clean and tell Liz everything.
I have a few dreamer challenges in mind if you are looking for ideas so pm me!
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Chapter 25
Roswelllostcause - I'm with you on the Tess-thing Thank you for the feedback! 
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Previously on "Lethal Whispers"…
Liz was attacked by David who tried to rape her and possibly even kill her. Liz was saved by Max. Maria, Michael and Isabel are trying to figure out what the writings on the wall in the cave (where Michael went exploring) means.
CHAPTER 25
Maria
“Couldn’t stay mad at me forever, could you Max?” That was Michael’s greeting as he picked up on his ringing cell phone.
Maria absent-mindedly watched her boyfriend’s profile as her attention mostly was occupied by the puzzle of foreign symbols that she was working on with Isabel on the floor.
“Right now?”
Maria’s attention was sharpened in the direction of Michael as his voice rapidly changed from arrogant to irked. She leaned closer to him and whispered loudly, “What’s wrong?”
Michael batted at her as if she was an annoying house fly and continued, “Because I’m right in the middle of someth-“
His narration was interrupted by Max’s reply, unknown to Maria, on the other side of the line.
“I presume you’re coming there too? Or what should I tell the police when I dump this guy off?”
The word ‘police’ caught Isabel’s attention and she leaned over Maria, trying to get closer to Michael. “What happened?”
Michael sighed and got up from his seated position (to get away from the curious girls), a scowl draped across his facial features.
“And did you do that?” Michael continued while the girls followed his pacing of the floor like hawks. There was a short pause before Michael’s voice suddenly turned stressed. “No, Max. Max? You have to…”
Michael removed the phone from his ear, looked at it and roared “Fuck!” loud enough to make his company of two jump.
“What’s happening?” Isabel asked at the same time as Maria asked, “What is Max doing with the police?”
Michael’s face was a barely contained volcano of emotions. Maria had seen that chaotic combination of feelings a couple of times, interestingly enough usually when he’d been fighting with a certain male alien friend. Maria got up from her seat as Michael turned to get his jacket without offering any information about his previous exchange with his alien could-as-well-be brother.
“Michael. Michael. Michael.”
He barely looked at her as he mumbled, “Not now, Ria.”
“Where are you going?” Isabel asked, getting to her feet. “Has something happened to Max?”
“Max is fine,” Michael grumbled. “But I have to clean up his mess.”
“His mess..? What..?”
But Michael didn’t acknowledge her question marks, almost slamming the door in her face as she was tracking his departure from the apartment. With the closed door about an inch from her nose, Maria slowly turned to Isabel with a shocked expression.
“I’m calling Max,” Isabel said, already scrolling through the contact list in her phone.
Maria was at the moment too stunned to be angry with Michael (and too worried that something might be up with Max), but as she observed Isabel (Max was not picking up his phone) Maria slowly felt her anger ignite and catch. Unfortunately, it was her generic reaction to most things that scared or upset her.
“How difficult is it to let us know what he said?” Maria bit out.
Isabel gave her a warning look that definitely said ‘We don’t have time for that right now, Maria’, before stating, “He’s not picking up”, and hanging up the phone.
“Instead,” Maria could feel it boiling inside of her. The need to hit something was escalating. “Instead we have to be prepared for the worst, because he can’t be a normal person and answer our questions. How long would it take him anyway? He could probably summarize it in two sentences-“
“Maria,” Isabel warned.
“No, Isabel. I’m fucking pissed right now.”
“I get that,” Isabel said calmly. “But if you think about it, Michael was also pissed. Not worried. If something had happened to Max, would he had been able to make a phone call?”
Isabel’s words made sense. As long as it wasn’t the ‘You get one free phone call’ from jail that Max had just utilized.
“Let’s go to Max’s apartment instead, see if he’s there,” Isabel suggested.
Maria shrugged. Sure. What other option was there?
Isabel gave her a faint smile and took Maria by the elbow. “Come on.”
He was certain that she had noticed the crumbled figure to the side of the alley, but she either didn’t want to see or she was too worked up to register.
He had helped her get her jeans back on. She had wanted to stay close to him, not appearing too fussed about that she was practically naked in front of him. He had presumed the feeling of modesty to be very far down on her list of priorities right now, but he had still looked away the best he could to try and shelter her privacy.
Liz had stopped crying in the process of getting dressed and her movements had taken on an air of automation. She had appeared vacant, but her grip on his hand had been very present and had made dressing a bit more cumbersome. But she had refused to let go.
She’d been shaking the whole way to his apartment and he had held her close to the side of his body trying to keep her warm and preventing her from going into shock. The closeness of her body calmed his own, preventing him from going back and beating Liz’s attacker to a bloody pulp. He told himself that she needed his presence and comfort more than the man needed his anger. Max had never considered himself a violent man, but something raw and instinctual had drowned him in hot wrath when he had seen the man forcing himself on Liz.
His powers had shot out of him and thrown Liz’s attacker of her. He had hit the wall with a worrying thump, his body crumbling to the ground like a rag doll. Max hadn’t gone over to check if the perpetrator had survived Max’s rage, the anger quickly dissipating in the face of fear for Liz.
He locked the door behind them and paused to look at her back. She was alive, but traumatized. He had gotten to her in time, before she was killed, but he had still been too late. He had been distracted by Tess Harding doing her mind trick on him. But it wasn’t enough of an excuse. He had promised himself to keep her safe and she had almost been strangled while her work colleague had attempted to rape her.
Still attached to her by the hand, Max guided her into his bathroom. He switched on the lights and turned on the faucet in the bathtub.
“Let’s get you warm, okay,” Max said, glancing back at her. And clean. He could only imagine the thoughts racing through her head, even though her mind appeared blank at the moment.
After adjusting the water temperature, Max left the faucet to continue its job of filling up the tub while he got to stand in front of Liz. She was looking up at him and she appeared present, although dazed.
“You might be going into shock…” he mumbled and cradled her cheek with his free hand. Her skin was discolored, various degrees of red and purple already tainting it. He bit back the bile rising in his throat and swallowed down the burning anger that was struggling to take control. Liz’s eyes drifted closed at the contact and she brought her hand up to fold around the back of his. The coolness of her palm against the back of his hand momentarily cooled his dark thoughts. A lonesome tear trickled down her cheek, pooling against the side of Max’s palm.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
“No,” his voice was strained as he shook his head, his reply causing her to open her eyes to look at him in confusion. “I should’ve been there earlier. I should’ve told you the truth. Stopped it from happening.”
“This was David’s doing,” Liz said, her lips a nuance of blue, a sheen of dried sweat on her forehead.
“But I knew it was going to happen,” Max objected before he could stop himself.
“Yes,” she nodded, now very present and meeting his eyes straight on. “How did you know that?”
“I saw it,” Max answered, trying to be as evasive as he could, but at the same time he knew that it was no use. He had to tell her now. “I had a…vision of it happening.”
She nodded slowly and moved the hand she had kept on top of his to instead cradle his cheek. He paused at the feel of her touch. So soft.
“Your cheek?” she whispered, accepting his statement with such ease that the next step in the conversation came immediately. “Did he hit you?”
Max hesitated, before shaking his head. “No. Not directly.”
She frowned, but he tugged on the hand that hadn’t loosened its grip on his and guided them up to the mirror. He positioned them next to each other and he watched her reflection as she figured it out, as she compared the injuries. The uncanny position and size of the bruise over their left cheeks, the swelling to their broken noses, the abrasions to their skin.
“How is this possible?” she breathed.
“Watch me,” Max whispered, directing her eyes to his reflection.
With a well-practiced movement, he placed his hand over his nose. There was a bright white light underneath his palm (Liz gasped and looked to her left at Max, foregoing the reflection, imagining that she was feeling a tingling in her own nose) for approximately six seconds before Max removed his hand and turned to face Liz.
She was scared. He could see it in her eyes. But now wasn’t the time to run. He had made the decision to be truthful, so he had no choice but to see this through.
Tentative fingers gently prodded up the back of his nose. “You fixed it?” she whispered.
Max nodded. “Do you trust me?”
This time, there was no question, no hesitation. But there was an element of caution in her eyes as she nodded. He gently placed his hand over her nose and decreased the worst of the swelling and diminished the pain.
“I can’t fix you completely,” Max said regretfully. “The police have to see what that bastard did, or it’ll be your word against his.”
“You can heal,” she whispered slowly, her eyes large and unblinking, not appearing to hear what he had just said.
Max nodded and cradled her injured cheek in his palm and calmed the inflammation, which had made the bruise throb. She grew still under his ministrations, turning numinous. As if she was afraid that she would disturb what he was doing if she moved. He spread heat with his touch against the abrasions, diminishing but not erasing, all the time holding her gaze. He wanted to be able to read in her eyes if she got scared; if he needed to stop.
“It wasn’t my mom’s blood on my body that day was it?” she asked as his hand touched the last cut on her wrist.
“You were dead,” Max said softly, almost inaudible, and his hand tightened around hers. And you almost died again today.
“You brought me back,” Liz stated, as if it was as certain as the color of the sky.
“Yes.”
“Is that why…why I can feel you? Why you got hurt when I was hurt?”
“I don’t know how this works. It’s all new to me too. But yes, I think it’s because I healed you. I’ve never felt that with anyone else.” He watched her as she tried to take this in.
She frowned, her confused eyes large in her drawn face. “Why didn’t you want me to know this? You have amazing abilities, Max. You could do some really great things in the world.”
He almost laughed, but it stumbled in his throat. “No.” He shook his head. “No.”
She looked down at their hands, linked together, and murmured, “I don’t understand why you’d want to keep this hidden.”
“Because I’m not human.”
There. He said it.
She froze for a couple of seconds and he could feel her start to tug her hand free. Coldness gripped at him, but just before she let go of his hand, she looked up. There was no fear in her eyes, only confusion. “What do you mean?”
“I was born in some incubation chamber in the middle of the New Mexican desert,” Max said. He wasn’t prepared for this conversation. How did you prepare yourself for this? It had been different when he’d told Maria. They’d been kids. Kids had, by default, a more open mind. A lot more hung in the balance now.
“Incubation chamber?”
“I don’t know how I got there,” Max continued, talking faster now. He needed to get this out before she ran. “Or why I was placed there. But I very quickly realized that I wasn’t like other kids. I didn’t have any memories of my time before the incubation chamber and it didn’t take me long to realize that I had been able to heal you that day. Even though it wasn’t a deliberate act. There are more things I can do, but-“
“But you look human,” Liz interrupted. “How do you know you’re…not?”
“Call it a hunch,” Max said sheepishly. They had actually never gotten it in black on white that they were aliens, but had figured that they must be a mix or something. “It kinda fits with the crash in Roswell in 1947. The presumed alien crash. I must’ve been it.”
“But why?”
He could see the information spinning around in Liz. On top of what had happened not one hour ago, this was becoming too much for her to take in.
“I’m not dangerous,” Max said, gently pulling her hand back more snugly into his. “That’s the most important part. And I see myself as human, with special effects. That’s what you need to know for the moment.” He glanced back at the tub that was almost filled up. “But I need you to take a bath right now. You need to get warm. I’ll answer your questions later, I promise.”
Speechless, Liz nodded.
“You’ll be okay?”
She was standing so still he couldn’t help but wonder if she was going to collapse once he left the room. She nodded again.
“Okay,” he whispered and hesitated before leaning forward and pressing his lips to her forehead. He had to struggle not to linger, not to let his lips taste more of her skin. She had her eyes closed as he pulled back to look down at her. He leaned his forehead against hers and felt her hand come to life in his, returning his gentle squeeze. “I’ll be right outside if you need me. There’s towels in the cabinet over there.”
She nodded again and opened her eyes. Long seconds passed before she let go of his hand and with a regretful look, he left her alone.
TBC...
Thank you for the feedback! Carolyn (keepsmiling7) - A talk between Max and Liz is coming up
Thank you for the feedback! saori_1902 - Thank you!
Natalie36 - Hehe, yeah. David and Tess really should take a hike. Thank you for the feedback
Eve (begonia9508 - I won't give Tess the ability to manipulate our alien friends in my story. That little detail really bothered me in the show. I can't promise that she won't manipulate any humans though… You never know with Tess
Thank you for the feedback! dreamon - It sure is time
Thank you for the feedback Previously on "Lethal Whispers"…
Liz was attacked by David who tried to rape her and possibly even kill her. Liz was saved by Max. Maria, Michael and Isabel are trying to figure out what the writings on the wall in the cave (where Michael went exploring) means.
CHAPTER 25
Maria
“Couldn’t stay mad at me forever, could you Max?” That was Michael’s greeting as he picked up on his ringing cell phone.
Maria absent-mindedly watched her boyfriend’s profile as her attention mostly was occupied by the puzzle of foreign symbols that she was working on with Isabel on the floor.
“Right now?”
Maria’s attention was sharpened in the direction of Michael as his voice rapidly changed from arrogant to irked. She leaned closer to him and whispered loudly, “What’s wrong?”
Michael batted at her as if she was an annoying house fly and continued, “Because I’m right in the middle of someth-“
His narration was interrupted by Max’s reply, unknown to Maria, on the other side of the line.
“I presume you’re coming there too? Or what should I tell the police when I dump this guy off?”
The word ‘police’ caught Isabel’s attention and she leaned over Maria, trying to get closer to Michael. “What happened?”
Michael sighed and got up from his seated position (to get away from the curious girls), a scowl draped across his facial features.
“And did you do that?” Michael continued while the girls followed his pacing of the floor like hawks. There was a short pause before Michael’s voice suddenly turned stressed. “No, Max. Max? You have to…”
Michael removed the phone from his ear, looked at it and roared “Fuck!” loud enough to make his company of two jump.
“What’s happening?” Isabel asked at the same time as Maria asked, “What is Max doing with the police?”
Michael’s face was a barely contained volcano of emotions. Maria had seen that chaotic combination of feelings a couple of times, interestingly enough usually when he’d been fighting with a certain male alien friend. Maria got up from her seat as Michael turned to get his jacket without offering any information about his previous exchange with his alien could-as-well-be brother.
“Michael. Michael. Michael.”
He barely looked at her as he mumbled, “Not now, Ria.”
“Where are you going?” Isabel asked, getting to her feet. “Has something happened to Max?”
“Max is fine,” Michael grumbled. “But I have to clean up his mess.”
“His mess..? What..?”
But Michael didn’t acknowledge her question marks, almost slamming the door in her face as she was tracking his departure from the apartment. With the closed door about an inch from her nose, Maria slowly turned to Isabel with a shocked expression.
“I’m calling Max,” Isabel said, already scrolling through the contact list in her phone.
Maria was at the moment too stunned to be angry with Michael (and too worried that something might be up with Max), but as she observed Isabel (Max was not picking up his phone) Maria slowly felt her anger ignite and catch. Unfortunately, it was her generic reaction to most things that scared or upset her.
“How difficult is it to let us know what he said?” Maria bit out.
Isabel gave her a warning look that definitely said ‘We don’t have time for that right now, Maria’, before stating, “He’s not picking up”, and hanging up the phone.
“Instead,” Maria could feel it boiling inside of her. The need to hit something was escalating. “Instead we have to be prepared for the worst, because he can’t be a normal person and answer our questions. How long would it take him anyway? He could probably summarize it in two sentences-“
“Maria,” Isabel warned.
“No, Isabel. I’m fucking pissed right now.”
“I get that,” Isabel said calmly. “But if you think about it, Michael was also pissed. Not worried. If something had happened to Max, would he had been able to make a phone call?”
Isabel’s words made sense. As long as it wasn’t the ‘You get one free phone call’ from jail that Max had just utilized.
“Let’s go to Max’s apartment instead, see if he’s there,” Isabel suggested.
Maria shrugged. Sure. What other option was there?
Isabel gave her a faint smile and took Maria by the elbow. “Come on.”
*****
MaxHe was certain that she had noticed the crumbled figure to the side of the alley, but she either didn’t want to see or she was too worked up to register.
He had helped her get her jeans back on. She had wanted to stay close to him, not appearing too fussed about that she was practically naked in front of him. He had presumed the feeling of modesty to be very far down on her list of priorities right now, but he had still looked away the best he could to try and shelter her privacy.
Liz had stopped crying in the process of getting dressed and her movements had taken on an air of automation. She had appeared vacant, but her grip on his hand had been very present and had made dressing a bit more cumbersome. But she had refused to let go.
She’d been shaking the whole way to his apartment and he had held her close to the side of his body trying to keep her warm and preventing her from going into shock. The closeness of her body calmed his own, preventing him from going back and beating Liz’s attacker to a bloody pulp. He told himself that she needed his presence and comfort more than the man needed his anger. Max had never considered himself a violent man, but something raw and instinctual had drowned him in hot wrath when he had seen the man forcing himself on Liz.
His powers had shot out of him and thrown Liz’s attacker of her. He had hit the wall with a worrying thump, his body crumbling to the ground like a rag doll. Max hadn’t gone over to check if the perpetrator had survived Max’s rage, the anger quickly dissipating in the face of fear for Liz.
He locked the door behind them and paused to look at her back. She was alive, but traumatized. He had gotten to her in time, before she was killed, but he had still been too late. He had been distracted by Tess Harding doing her mind trick on him. But it wasn’t enough of an excuse. He had promised himself to keep her safe and she had almost been strangled while her work colleague had attempted to rape her.
Still attached to her by the hand, Max guided her into his bathroom. He switched on the lights and turned on the faucet in the bathtub.
“Let’s get you warm, okay,” Max said, glancing back at her. And clean. He could only imagine the thoughts racing through her head, even though her mind appeared blank at the moment.
After adjusting the water temperature, Max left the faucet to continue its job of filling up the tub while he got to stand in front of Liz. She was looking up at him and she appeared present, although dazed.
“You might be going into shock…” he mumbled and cradled her cheek with his free hand. Her skin was discolored, various degrees of red and purple already tainting it. He bit back the bile rising in his throat and swallowed down the burning anger that was struggling to take control. Liz’s eyes drifted closed at the contact and she brought her hand up to fold around the back of his. The coolness of her palm against the back of his hand momentarily cooled his dark thoughts. A lonesome tear trickled down her cheek, pooling against the side of Max’s palm.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
“No,” his voice was strained as he shook his head, his reply causing her to open her eyes to look at him in confusion. “I should’ve been there earlier. I should’ve told you the truth. Stopped it from happening.”
“This was David’s doing,” Liz said, her lips a nuance of blue, a sheen of dried sweat on her forehead.
“But I knew it was going to happen,” Max objected before he could stop himself.
“Yes,” she nodded, now very present and meeting his eyes straight on. “How did you know that?”
“I saw it,” Max answered, trying to be as evasive as he could, but at the same time he knew that it was no use. He had to tell her now. “I had a…vision of it happening.”
She nodded slowly and moved the hand she had kept on top of his to instead cradle his cheek. He paused at the feel of her touch. So soft.
“Your cheek?” she whispered, accepting his statement with such ease that the next step in the conversation came immediately. “Did he hit you?”
Max hesitated, before shaking his head. “No. Not directly.”
She frowned, but he tugged on the hand that hadn’t loosened its grip on his and guided them up to the mirror. He positioned them next to each other and he watched her reflection as she figured it out, as she compared the injuries. The uncanny position and size of the bruise over their left cheeks, the swelling to their broken noses, the abrasions to their skin.
“How is this possible?” she breathed.
“Watch me,” Max whispered, directing her eyes to his reflection.
With a well-practiced movement, he placed his hand over his nose. There was a bright white light underneath his palm (Liz gasped and looked to her left at Max, foregoing the reflection, imagining that she was feeling a tingling in her own nose) for approximately six seconds before Max removed his hand and turned to face Liz.
She was scared. He could see it in her eyes. But now wasn’t the time to run. He had made the decision to be truthful, so he had no choice but to see this through.
Tentative fingers gently prodded up the back of his nose. “You fixed it?” she whispered.
Max nodded. “Do you trust me?”
This time, there was no question, no hesitation. But there was an element of caution in her eyes as she nodded. He gently placed his hand over her nose and decreased the worst of the swelling and diminished the pain.
“I can’t fix you completely,” Max said regretfully. “The police have to see what that bastard did, or it’ll be your word against his.”
“You can heal,” she whispered slowly, her eyes large and unblinking, not appearing to hear what he had just said.
Max nodded and cradled her injured cheek in his palm and calmed the inflammation, which had made the bruise throb. She grew still under his ministrations, turning numinous. As if she was afraid that she would disturb what he was doing if she moved. He spread heat with his touch against the abrasions, diminishing but not erasing, all the time holding her gaze. He wanted to be able to read in her eyes if she got scared; if he needed to stop.
“It wasn’t my mom’s blood on my body that day was it?” she asked as his hand touched the last cut on her wrist.
“You were dead,” Max said softly, almost inaudible, and his hand tightened around hers. And you almost died again today.
“You brought me back,” Liz stated, as if it was as certain as the color of the sky.
“Yes.”
“Is that why…why I can feel you? Why you got hurt when I was hurt?”
“I don’t know how this works. It’s all new to me too. But yes, I think it’s because I healed you. I’ve never felt that with anyone else.” He watched her as she tried to take this in.
She frowned, her confused eyes large in her drawn face. “Why didn’t you want me to know this? You have amazing abilities, Max. You could do some really great things in the world.”
He almost laughed, but it stumbled in his throat. “No.” He shook his head. “No.”
She looked down at their hands, linked together, and murmured, “I don’t understand why you’d want to keep this hidden.”
“Because I’m not human.”
There. He said it.
She froze for a couple of seconds and he could feel her start to tug her hand free. Coldness gripped at him, but just before she let go of his hand, she looked up. There was no fear in her eyes, only confusion. “What do you mean?”
“I was born in some incubation chamber in the middle of the New Mexican desert,” Max said. He wasn’t prepared for this conversation. How did you prepare yourself for this? It had been different when he’d told Maria. They’d been kids. Kids had, by default, a more open mind. A lot more hung in the balance now.
“Incubation chamber?”
“I don’t know how I got there,” Max continued, talking faster now. He needed to get this out before she ran. “Or why I was placed there. But I very quickly realized that I wasn’t like other kids. I didn’t have any memories of my time before the incubation chamber and it didn’t take me long to realize that I had been able to heal you that day. Even though it wasn’t a deliberate act. There are more things I can do, but-“
“But you look human,” Liz interrupted. “How do you know you’re…not?”
“Call it a hunch,” Max said sheepishly. They had actually never gotten it in black on white that they were aliens, but had figured that they must be a mix or something. “It kinda fits with the crash in Roswell in 1947. The presumed alien crash. I must’ve been it.”
“But why?”
He could see the information spinning around in Liz. On top of what had happened not one hour ago, this was becoming too much for her to take in.
“I’m not dangerous,” Max said, gently pulling her hand back more snugly into his. “That’s the most important part. And I see myself as human, with special effects. That’s what you need to know for the moment.” He glanced back at the tub that was almost filled up. “But I need you to take a bath right now. You need to get warm. I’ll answer your questions later, I promise.”
Speechless, Liz nodded.
“You’ll be okay?”
She was standing so still he couldn’t help but wonder if she was going to collapse once he left the room. She nodded again.
“Okay,” he whispered and hesitated before leaning forward and pressing his lips to her forehead. He had to struggle not to linger, not to let his lips taste more of her skin. She had her eyes closed as he pulled back to look down at her. He leaned his forehead against hers and felt her hand come to life in his, returning his gentle squeeze. “I’ll be right outside if you need me. There’s towels in the cabinet over there.”
She nodded again and opened her eyes. Long seconds passed before she let go of his hand and with a regretful look, he left her alone.
TBC...
Re: Lethal Whispers (ML, some MM, MATURE), Ch 25 5/30/15 p.
oh man here we go what will liz do
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Re: Lethal Whispers (ML, some MM, MATURE), Ch 25 5/30/15 p.
Liz will keep this secret. After all Max has saved her life not once but twice!
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Re: Lethal Whispers (ML, some MM, MATURE), Ch 25 5/30/15 p.
Really great part!
And I loved what Max said: it was not too much to frighten her but enough, for her to undertand that he saved her, back in time!
Even if it is a lot to accept, I am sure that Liz is clever enough to understand that if she talks about it, not only the aliens will be in danger, but her too! Knowing make her accomplice...
Waiting impatiently for more! Thanks EVE
And I loved what Max said: it was not too much to frighten her but enough, for her to undertand that he saved her, back in time!
Even if it is a lot to accept, I am sure that Liz is clever enough to understand that if she talks about it, not only the aliens will be in danger, but her too! Knowing make her accomplice...
Waiting impatiently for more! Thanks EVE
- Les jouissances de l'esprit sont faites pour calmer les orages du coeur!
- On reconnaît le bonheur au bruit qu'il fait quand il s'en va!
- L'amour vous rend aveugle et le mariage vous redonne la vue!
- On reconnaît le bonheur au bruit qu'il fait quand il s'en va!
- L'amour vous rend aveugle et le mariage vous redonne la vue!
Re: Lethal Whispers (ML, some MM, MATURE), Ch 25 5/30/15 p.
Great chapter!!!! Please please please please please please come back and post more really really really really soon? I can't wait to read what will happen next for Max and Liz. I'm glad Max was there to save Liz. And I'm glad that Liz is finally finding out the truth. I just wonder what Liz will do when she sees Max, Isabel and Maria at Max's place? Will Max tell Isabel and Maria Liz knows the truth? Will Max and Liz talk? Will Max and Liz ever fall for each other? Please come back and post more really soon?
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Re: Lethal Whispers (ML, some MM, MATURE), Ch 25 5/30/15 p.
Glad Max did finally make it after Tess detained him....
Poor Liz.....that was awful, and I could understand her clinging to Max. She needed to be close to him.
It was hard for Max not to go after the attacker......but maybe there is enough evidence to stop David from doing this again with Max not fixing every thing completely.
Even though Liz is probably in shock, I'm glad Max finally came forth with the truth.
Outstanding,
Carolyn
Poor Liz.....that was awful, and I could understand her clinging to Max. She needed to be close to him.
It was hard for Max not to go after the attacker......but maybe there is enough evidence to stop David from doing this again with Max not fixing every thing completely.
Even though Liz is probably in shock, I'm glad Max finally came forth with the truth.
Outstanding,
Carolyn