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Back by popular demand.... or maybe not. Anyway, i'm back with a new chapter (insert applause here), but, even though i've had over a week to work on it, and countless amounts of free time... i still only got one chapter written.

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I promise you all that i am trying... but i keep on getting distracted with Greener With The Scenery. But, i will try and try and try some more, just to get more chapters written in the next week.
mandydemoo wrote:This is going to sound a little odd but the thing i love most is the EXCELLENT paragraphing. :D
Um... yeah, that kinda did sound weird... but it made me laugh. Even if it wasn't the response you intended to get, it put a smile on my face... therefore making it sound less weird. Oh, and, Thank you, Your very kind.

Everyone else, thank you for your replys... um... you may not really like what Tess says at the end of this chapter, but i promise that eventually, Karma will come back and bite her in the ass.

But first... the new chapter (insert second applause here). Anyway...:

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Chapter 21 </center>


“I-I can’t get him out of my head Max.” Liz sat on the bed with her arms tight around her legs, holding them close to her chest as she watched Max slowly pacing the room. He turned around to face her, his eyes gleaming with guilt and worry for her. He slowly walked over and sat on the bed next to her, placing his hand on one of hers in a comforting gesture.


“Every night?” He whispered, a hint of disbelief laced in with his soft words.


Liz shook her head, trying to hold back the tears that threatened to fall any minute. “No… just, every few days…” her voce was small and soft, barely audible as she wiped away the tear with the back of her hand.


“God, Liz…” He pulled her into his arms tightly, forceful yet amazingly gentle at the same time. “Why didn’t you tell someone? Any one? You can’t live with him haunting your dreams Liz, you don’t deserve that. No one deserves what you’ve been through…”


“Maybe I do…” She didn’t mean the words to come out, it was just a slip of the tongue, but as soon as she heard them out loud, it felt as though a giant weight was lifted. It had been running through her mind the entire time. Maybe she did deserve what had happened to her. Maybe Max wasn’t supposed to find her. Maybe she was supposed to be raped. Maybe it was all punishment for not letting go of him.


Even though they weren’t together anymore, even though Max was now with Tess, she still had a part of him, why else would he be here now? Why else would he bother to even speak to her? Why else would he still love her? As selfish as it sounded, Liz didn’t want to let go of him, because if she did… she doubted that she would survive.



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Maria turned the key in the lock and pushed open the door, to be greeted by the sight of her mother running back and forth around the kitchen, frantically putting away groceries. She stopped in the middle of her running when she noticed her daughter standing there with a bemused expression on her face.


“Mum… what’s with the rushing?”


Amy brushed a strand of hair off her face and put her hands on her hips. “Maria! I didn’t know you were home. I’m… eh… just trying out a new… experiment. Yeah, that’s it, and experiment… to see how fast I can put the groceries away…”


“Have you got somewhere that you’re expected to be mum?”


Maria took her mothers silence as her answer and prodded further.


“Are you having dinner with someone tonight?”


Amy returned to packing away the groceries, but the time with a slower pace than before, ignoring her daughters questioning gaze.


“Are you having dinner with Valenti to night?”


Amy stopped dead in her tracks and looked up at her daughter, before saying, “If your asking if Jim and I are two friends catching up over a meal, then yes Maria, we are. But if your implying what I think you’re implying…”


“Whoa, Mum! It’s okay… no need to get all worked up. I was just asking! Besides, I’m going over to Michaels so it doesn’t really matter what you do tonight…” Maria walked out of the kitchen, down the hallway and towards her room. She walked through her bead curtains and over to her dresser when she stopped. She turned sharply to address the girl sitting on the end of her bed.


“What the hell do you want?” Liz jumped at Maria’s tone, but stood up and looked her dead in the eye, not backing down. She took what Max had said to her yesterday and mixed it in with the fact that she needed to apologise to Maria. She needed to tell someone what she was thinking, what she was going through...why she ran away. Maria seemed like the likely option, killing two birds with one stone, etc.


“I-I came to talk…” Liz looked at the ground, her hands tangling in front of her torso. She flinched inwardly when Maria spoke again, knowing that Maria wouldn’t make it easy.


“It’s a little late for that, isn’t it?” Maria flung her bag down on her bed and crossed her arms over her chest, staring down the frail girl in front of her. She knew that this was hard for Liz, but she deserved it. Ever since she came back, she’s had everyone walking on eggshells around her, never being straight with her, but it was time for a change. Liz put everyone through hell when she ran away, so she deserved everything she got.


“I-I came to say that I’m…”


“You’re what Liz?” Maria cut her off, knowing that if she actually did apologise, she wouldn’t be able to stay mad at her. “ Huh? You came to say you’re sorry? Well it’s too fucking late for that! Every one else may have forgiven you Liz, but I won’t! I can’t!”


Liz could feel the tears forming at the corner of her eyes and held back a sob at her friend’s harsh words.


“God…. Our best friend had just died, so you decided to leave town? What the hell happened to you Liz? Why didn’t you come and talk to someone, anyone, instead of skipping town? You put everyone through so much shit… your parents were wrecks! Fuck… your mother couldn’t stop crying! And Max was on some sort of mission to fucking bring you back home…” Maria shook her head as she noticed the tears streaking down the girls face. “I honestly don’t know why the hell he bothered! God knows I wouldn’t have!”


With that she left, storming out of her room and slamming the front door behind her. Liz sank down onto Maria's bed, feeling numb everywhere as the tears continued to fall from her closed eyes.


She was right…


She had abandoned everyone when they needed her the most. Her parents… Maria… Michael…Even Alex. She should have been mourning the loss of her best friend instead of running away from all of the monsters…



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Max looked up from his cheery coke as soon as he felt her enter the Crashdown. She slowly walked over to the booth he was sitting, staring down at the ground as she walked. Liz sat down opposite him, and he immediately knew that she had been crying.


“Liz-"


“I’m fine Max.”


“What hap-”


“It was nothing. Can we just, not talk about it? Please?”


He nodded his response, promising himself that he would find out what had happened later. “So… your dad tells me that you’re coming back to school tomorrow.”


“Yeah…” She had been back in Roswell for three weeks now, and her parents thought that it was time to loosen the death grip that they had on her. They were just afraid that she would run again… and Liz couldn’t really blame them. She quite possibly would have already run, if Max wasn’t constantly watching her. There is no way that someone could like the Crashdown food that much. He was here in all of his free time, which he just happened to have a lot of.


“It’ll be good to have you back. It’s no fun in biology without a lab partner.”


“Max! There you are. I’ve been looking for you everywhere!” Tess walked over to the booth and kissed him on the lips, making sure she lingered for quite some time before pulling away. Max wiped his lips in disgust, feeling guilty that Liz had just witnessed her display of one-sided affection.


Liz sat there, staring down at her shoes as Tess talked to Max about their plans, obviously oblivious to the fact that there was someone else sitting in the booth. She knew that Max and Tess had gotten close, and she was happy that he finally following his destiny, but it still hurt like hell.


“What are we going to do today? I was thinking that maybe we could go to the mall and…” She stopped when she saw the expression Max was giving the seat opposite him. Tess turned her gaze onto the small brunette sitting quietly in the booth.


“Liz.” Tess spat her name out with venom dripping from her words. Max looked at her pleadingly, knowing what she was about to do even before she did.


“I-I should g-go now…” Liz stood up and attempted to step out of the booth, her destination clearly her room, her sanctuary from the outside world, but Max grabbed her wrist.


“Liz…”


Their connection opened automatically from the contact, and she pulled away, practically running through the door to the employee lounge and up the stairs, willing her tears to hold back until she was safely in her room..


Max stood up to follow her but Tess gripped his wrist, her nails digging in hard to his skin.


“Max… let her go and sulk on her own. She’s none of your concern anymore. It’s not like your dating or anything, you don’t have to care about her little tantrums.”




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Hey everyone.

I need some help! I finally got photo shop, and I made my first banner today! Yay! Anyway, does anyone know how i can get it on here? Don't i have to post it on some site or something? Any help would be greatly appreciated!

Anyway, thank you for your reply, and just for you guys, a new chapter. Enjoy:



Chapter 22




“Okay class, for homework I want three poems that you will read to everyone else. They don’t have to be your own, but I can assure you that there will be better grades if they are. They can be song lyrics if you really insist, but again, better grades if they aren’t. I expect you to give full credit to the writer of each poem, and explain what the writer was going through whilst they wrote them, and I want it in a five hundred word essay, also due on Friday. Have a good week everyone.”


Liz slowly packed up her books and placed them in her bag. A shadow loomed over her and she looked up only to meet a pair of beautiful amber eyes. Max had been watching her all morning. He saw her look at the door countless times, and knew that she wanted to run. She just wanted to get away from it all.


It was weird, being back at school again. She had walked through the doors this morning and immediately walked over to Maria's locker, only to remember that she no longer had Maria. Her next instinct was to go to Alex’s…


“Hey.”


“Um… hi.” She stood up and put her bag across her shoulders, wanting to get away from his scrutinising gaze.


“Walk you to your next class?” His expression was hopeful, even though he knew she would turn him down. He hated seeing her like this. She was so cut off from the world, from her life… from him. He wanted to just hold her in his arms and make promises about how everything would be okay, but he knew that it wouldn’t. Not with how she was right now. Liz Parker was stuck, and every time he tried to help her, she would dig the hole deeper, making it almost impossible to escape.


“Um, no… it’s okay Max.” Liz headed for the door, and Max immediately fell into step beside her.


“No, really, its fine. We’re both going to bio any way.”


She didn’t answer, just quickened her pace a little. About ten metres from the door to the science labs, Pam Troy stepped out in front of Liz, blocking her pathway.


“Excuse me Pam.” Liz said in a soft voice, her gaze stuck on her feet.


“Well well, if it isn’t little miss Parker. So nice for you to join us once again. Did you have fun away on your little trip? Screwing every guy in site I imagine, never once giving a thought back to your dead and buried friend?”


“What?” Liz looked up at her with horrified eyes, feeling Max tense beside her.


“Pam, I suggest you move out of our way now before-”


“Before what Max? I think the little mouse deserves to hear about what she did to everyone around her. So much for being his best friend Liz. I would love to see where you'd run away too if something happened to Maria. Maybe Cuba? I hear it’s nice this time of year…” A satisfyed smirk crossed her lips when she saw the look of horror on the brunettes face.


Liz sidestepped her quickly, her entire body shaking as she slowly walked down the corridor, hearing Max’s angry voice booming behind her.


“What the fuck do you know Pam? You have no idea what Liz is going through. I’m surprised you even knew Alex’s name, let alone cared that he died…”


His anger was cut off as his eyes once again found Liz. She was slowly walking towards the biology room, seeming as though she was only there in body, and that her thoughts were somewhere else, like her soul had left her body. He didn’t even give Pam a second look as he followed Liz down the hallway, faintly hearing Pam’s calls behind him.


“I’m sure Tess would be interested to know how much time your spending with Liz Parker, Max!”


His entire system was shut off when he saw Liz collapse in front of him. Her entire body was shaking as the books fell to the ground before her, her heart wrenching sobs echoing through the hallway.


Max was at her side before he even realised he had moved, pulling her into a tight embrace as she cried into his chest. His hands stroked her hair, marvelling at the silky texture it always had.


Liz clung onto him tightly as she thought of all the trouble she had caused for everyone. Maria, Alex, Kyle, her parents… Max. He had better things to do than care about all her problems. He had an entire planet to save, and yet here he was, holding her close as she let it all out.


“Shh… It’s okay Liz. It’ll be okay…” Max gently whispered in her ear, needing anything to calm her down. He was soo having a talk with Isabel later, and getting her to do something about Pam Troy.


People were gathering around them, watching the scene before them. They watched how the boy whispered into the girls’ ear and pulled her closer. They noticed how her grip tightened onto his shirt and she continued to bury her face in his chest, crying her heart out.



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Isabel walked down the corridor, her pace quickening as she noticed the crowd gathering in a circle around something at the other end. Familiar sobs echoed through the corridor, and Isabel swallowed hard at the fear of who they belonged to. She fought her way to the front, eyes widening when she saw what all the commotion was about.


“Oh my God! Max! Liz!”


Max was holding the small brunette tightly against him as she cried on his lap, all of their belongings scattered across the floor. He looked up at the sound of the familiar voice and his eyes connected with his sisters. He silently mouthed the words ‘help me’, and she complied by nodding her head.


Isabel frantically looked around the corridor, desperately needing a distraction for the crowd. She noticed a power board at the end of the hallway, and raised her hand. The blast was instant and loud, doing exactly what she wanted it to. Everyone scattered throughout the corridor, running into classrooms and out doors as they searched for somewhere safe, somewhere away from the sparks and smoke.


Max lifted Liz up in his arms, holding her close to his chest as he walked towards a familiar doorway. He shifted Liz to one side as he gently opened the door, before walking into the darkness.



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Max flicked on the light switch, illuminating the small, dusty room, more commonly known as the eraser room. He sat Liz down on the table, reluctantly letting her out of his arms. He kneeled down in front of her, looking up into her red eyes, and tenderly brushed away the tears streaming down her cheeks.


“Liz?” His voice was barely above a whisper, but it seemed to snap her out of her own little world.


She looked down at him with stunned eyes, suddenly brought back to reality. “Max?” Her voice was soft and horrified as everything once again came back to her. She remembered the numbness from Pam’s words, and walking down the corridor, before she collapsed. The last clear thing that she remembered was Max’s strong arms going around her… “Oh God!”


The tears streamed down her face furiously once again, only to be brushed away by Max’s soft touch. “What did I do?” Liz looked down into his eyes and a wave of guilt crossed her features. “What did I do Max? Maria, and you… and Alex… he… he’s dead…Oh God…”


He engulfed her in a tight hug, breathing in the vanilla scent of her hair before speaking in a heartfelt whisper. “Liz… it wasn’t your fault. It was no ones fault.”


“But he died Max… he died and…”


“Shh…” He pulled her head down to rest on his chest, fighting back his own tears as Liz wept onto his shirt. After a few minutes, there was a soft knock on the door, before Isabel opened it slightly and peered in. She stepped in more fully, placing their books on the table.


“Max, everyone’s going to be coming back in soon. You might want to get her out before someone notices you’re in here.”


“Yeah… thanks Is.”


She closed the door softly behind her, and Max turned his attention back to the small girl in his arms. She looked so lost, so confused… so tired. He had to hold himself back with everything he had, just so he wouldn’t bend his head down and kiss away her tears.


Liz looked up at him with big brown eyes, shimmering from tears that were yet to be released. She spoke in a quiet voice, barely a whisper, needing to do this. Needing to face one of her demons.


“Max… c-can you d-do something for m-me?”


He gently brushed away another tear as he looked into her eyes. “Anything.”


“C-can you take me s-somewhere? C-can you take me to t-the cemetery?”
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Hey everyone.

Just a quick note: hopefully, this may answer some of your questions about why Liz was getting sick. Atleast, that was how i intended it. If it leaves you even more confused than b4, then i'm sorry. Feel free to ask me any questions, even if they have nothing to do with the story.

E.g. Why arn't potatoes blue?

I may not be able to answer them, but i will try my best. And i added the last dream just because i thought that the story needed something to lighten the mood a bit. Hopefully it worked.


Until next time... enjoy:





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Chapter 23
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She traced her fingers across the engraving, following every letter as she sketched it into her memory. She had only been here once before… the day of the funeral. A silent tear dripped down onto the stone, her fingers still tracing the words that haunted her…


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ALEXANDER C. WHITMAN
June 21, 1984 – April 29, 2001.
Beloved son and friend
May your song always be sung</center>




Max watched from a few metres away, his heart breaking at the sight of the person he loved more than anything in so much pain. He knew that she needed to do this, she needed to get rid of one of the monsters that haunted her forever, but he also knew that this wouldn’t magically fix things, and that it would take a lot to get Liz to open up again, to smile again, to laugh again… to let him in.


She sat crossed legged in front of the tablet, tears falling down her cheeks and merging at her chin, before dropping off and hitting the plaque. She could feel Max’s eyes on her, but she shut him out, blocking their connection as she opened her heart to her departed friend.


“Alex…” His name was a breathless whisper. It hurt so much just to say his name, filled with memories that flooded her every thought. She bit back everything she was feeling, desperately needing to get it out of her system before it was too late.


Taking a deep breath, Liz started, letting her heart run wild. “Alex, I’m so sorry. I’m so, so sorry. I’m just so confused. I don’t know what to do anymore…I have no one to talk to about this. Maria won’t even look at me, your not here anymore and I can’t talk to Kyle… God, I just wish that things could go back to the way they were before, when everything was so simple… Alex… please, I just need someone here…”


Liz knew what Alex would say right now if he were here. He would say, “You still have Max.”


As much as Liz wanted that to be true, she didn’t have Max. Max would never belong to her. She was sure that he was just helping her as a way to clear his conscious, and that he didn’t really want to be there with her when he could be off with Tess.


He felt he owed her something for the mess that had happened to her life, so Liz blocked him out. Only using him for comfort but never actually letting herself be comforted.


She looked back down that the inscription, reading it one last time before she broke down into a fit of harsh sobs, wiping at her eyes with her sleeve as her body shook from the tremors.


Max placed a gentle hand on her shoulder and crouched down next to her, pulling her into his strong embrace as she once again let it all out. He brushed back the hair that had fallen on her face and placed a tender kiss on her forehead. He hated seeing her like this. It seemed that all she had being doing since he had brought her home was cry. He just wanted to kiss away her pain like he used to be able to do, but he didn’t have that choice any more. Max hadn’t had the choice of just being able to put his arm around Liz and claim her as his own for a long time now… ever since Tess.


She had started all of their problems. Before Tess had come, he had everything a half human - half alien could have wanted… he had Liz. Max didn’t need anything else because he had Liz... until Tess came, claiming to be his ‘wife’ and that they had a ‘destiny’… and Liz blocked him out.


And just when he thought he was breaking down her walls… she sleeps with Kyle.


And then, when he should have been spending all of his time with her, looking after her, taking care of her after her best friend died… he wasn’t. Max was too busy with Tess to even notice that Liz was in so much pain it was eating her alive.


He felt as though she had blocked him out completely, and that she didn’t really notice he was there. And even if she did notice his presence helping her, she wouldn’t give in to him, because she knew that she was weak… And Liz hated to be weak.


But that was what she was when she blocked him – weak. Max wasn’t stupid. He knew that Liz would never tell him if something was wrong, so he relied on their dreams to find out…


“Liz, can I ask you something… personal?”


“You can ask me anything.”


Liz lay next to him on the blanket, her head resting on his chest as they watched the stars in the night’s sky.


“You keep on getting sick, don’t you?”


Her face immediately went pale, much like it had when he had asked her if she had slept with Kyle last December.


“I-I’m fine Max.” She choked out, her lips suddenly dry and her throat parched.


They sat in silence as Max contemplated her answer. He knew that she was lying, but he didn’t want to push her in case she shut him out again. That’s all she seemed to be doing lately… shutting him out, causing herself to get sick.


He had figured it out. Whenever she was blocking him, she would get sick. It almost seemed as though her body relied on his presence to make it function, and without him there inside of her soul, it didn’t know how to cope. That was why she was so sick when she was in Phoenix… because she had been blocking him. Of course, if it wern't for the flashes she was giving him involuntarily during the dreams, he would have never known that she was so sick after she ran away that she could hardly sit upright.


Max knew that she was just trying to protect herself, thinking that it would be better if she did everything on her own, never opening up to anyone. But it was the complete opposite. It was slowly killing her… and she didn’t even realise it.


He turned his mind back on the small brunette lying in his arms. He gently kissed her forehead before whispering in her ear. “Don’t block me out Liz...”


“Don’t block me out.” Max whispered before kissing her forehead gently once more. He helped her to her feet and they slowly walked back to the jeep, her hand never leaving his.



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Max watched as Liz walked up the stairs to her room in the Crashdown, guilt flooding his every cell. She looked so numb, like she wasn’t really existing, but just being. She was silent all the way home from the cemetery; just staring at the road in front of them, the only movement of hers was when she was blinking.


She was broken… and Max was afraid that no one would ever get the chance to mend her, especially him. Before their world spiralled out of control, before they learnt the hidden meaning of the word ‘destiny’, if Liz was in pain, Max would be the first person she went to. She hated to ask for help, but when it came to Max it didn’t matter. But now he was the one who had to and ask her to let him help… and it was slowly breaking him down inside to see her like this.


Liz walked down the hallway and into her room. She shut the door behind her and kicked off her shoes before crawling under the covers of her double bed. She pulled a pillow down against her, curling up into a ball against the soft material and holding it tight against her chest.


She was exhausted. Exhausted from crying, exhausted from trying to put up a brave front, but mostly… she was exhausted from living.


She closed her eyes, desperately seeking the one thing that made her life worthwhile in this mixed up universe: dreams. Every night she had one about Max, about how they could have been if she just told him everything she was feeling, if there were no secrets.


Soon Liz was swept up in dream land, lying in her bed asleep with Max by her side, the way it should have been…


“Liz?”


“hmpf…”


“Liz?” Max gently stroked back her hair that had fallen over her face during the night as he whispered in her ear. “Liz?”


“Mmm…” She snuggled further into the covers, trying to get annoying noise to go away. “Sleep time…”


Max couldn’t help but laugh at how cute she looked when she was waking up in the morning. “Sweetie, your drooling.”


She lifted a tired hand to touch the corners of her mouth and let out a disgusted sigh. “Yuck…”


Max held his hand over the liquid briefly, causing it to evaporate into thin air. “I think it’s cute.”


Liz sat upright, still half consumed with sleep as she gave Max a death stare, which just caused him to chuckle at her half asleep state. “Yeah, laugh it up. If I find anyone else that thinks waking up with drool on their face is cute, I’ll be sure to give you a call.”


“It’s only cute on you…” He leaned in and gave her a sweet good morning kiss, pulling back so that their foreheads touched. “I have to go…”


“Max, no…”


“I have to. If my parents don’t find me asleep in my bed there’ll be hell to pay.”


“I can’t believe how easily you can just leave me!” She sighed, pouting her bottom lip out in a way that she knew made him crazy.


“Believe me, I’m kicking myself at the thought of being away from you…”


“No your not. You’re lying there, laughing at me while I wake up! No kicking involved at all.”


“It’s internal kicking.”


“Liar.”


He lent over and gave her another gentle kiss, and she responded by wrapping her arms around his neck so he had no way of escaping. “Liz, you’re not making this easy.” He said between kisses.


“Stay…”


Max pulled away, leaving a defeated Liz lying on the bed all by herself. “Agh…” he let out a tortured groan, desperately trying not to give into the temptation of going back to bed with the beautiful angle that was before him. “Liz, I can’t. If I stay, you know what that will lead to… which will therefore cause your parents to find us, and they will then call my parents, and then we’ll both have to sit down and have ‘the talk’, and then we’ll be grounded for God knows how long, and I’ll most likely be sent to join the army whilst your sent away to boarding school… and by the end of this extremely long and tiring journey, the outcome will be that we will never be able to see each other again!”


“I hate that talk.” Liz said as she crossed her arms over her chest, tracing the pattern on her bedspread with her eyes.


“And after all that, that was what you got from my ramblings? Liz, I was kinda going for the motivation of never being able to see me again, not having to go through the sex talk!”


“I still hate the talk.”


He walked over and sat on the side of her bed, giving her forehead a gentle kiss before talking. “ I promise you that I will be downstairs as soon as the Crashdown opens, okay?”


“Or you could come back to bed, that way, when the Crashdown opens, you’ll already be here and-”


“Liz.”


“Fine. But your not getting any sex for a week!”
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Hey everyone. Thank you all for the replys.

extingman wrote:Was that a shared dream? Will it ever become a reality?
I don't know if i've really explained this, so i'm sorry, but all of the dreams they're getting are shared, except for the bits where Liz's mind goes freaky and she imagines the dude from Phoenix. As for the reality... you'll just have to wait and see.


These next few chapters are more for those candy lovers... if there are any reading this. I know that i've mostly focused on Max and Liz in this story, so i'm going to try and redeem myself. Enjoy:



<center>Chapter 24</center>



Max lay awake in bed, his hands joined behind his head as his elbows relaxed against the pillow, just thinking.


What had he done to get his life so screwed up? He was dating his wife from his old life, a life when he was the king of a planet, instead of a 17-year-old boy, in love with someone else. One of his friends died two months ago, and since then, the love of his life has been so depressed that she ran away, and almost got raped, if it wasn’t for him arriving just in time to bring her back home.


Liz Parker was his everything. She was the reason he breathed, the reason he actually put up with Tess and the stupid ‘destiny’; because she wanted him to. He knew that if she thought that he was following what was meant to become of his life, she would be more open to him, and would actually treat him like more of a friend, than if he said ‘screw destiny’ and told her how he felt.


As much as he wanted to, as much as he craved to just walk up to her one-day, give her the most mind-blowing kiss that he could muster and never let her out of his grip; he couldn’t. She would just make up more excuses about how they could never be, and the end result would both of them ending up more miserable than they are now.


He was worried about her. The one person, who used to light up the room with her smile, hadn’t smiled in over three months. The one person, who had the most stunning laugh he had ever heard, hadn’t laughed since before Tess came into their lives. The one person who he knew had the most beautiful mind and heart, was lonely, depressed, standing on the edge, so close that with the tiniest gust of wind, she could go over.


She was breaking, right in front of him, but he was helpless. She kept on blocking him out, afraid to let him help her because she knew that once she did, all of her walls would go down, and she would have to recognise her feelings.


The truth was, she was just as lost and lonely without Max, as he was without her. And it was slowly killing them both.



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Michael walked down the West Roswell High hallways with a purpose. Seeing his destination in site, he sped up his pace, wanting to catch her before she went to class.


It was a habit that she had developed ever since Liz had run away. She would quickly go to her locker and then head to class, sitting in the rooms until the bell went. Michael could understand why she didn’t want to interact with all the other students. They all attended his funeral, and cried like they were expected, but hardly any of them ever actually gave Alex Whitman the time of day. To them it was all an act. They didn’t really care that he was dead. All they cared about was the attention they got.


But Maria was different. She wasn’t just an actor in the play. She was real. And she was lonely. She had distanced herself from everyone, only speaking to them when they spoke first, never being the instigator in a conversation.


Michael may come off as an asshole, but he had feelings to, and he hated to see Maria so… broken.


It seemed to be the mood right about now. Liz, Max, even Isabel were falling apart, but the one he needed was Maria. He missed the way she would always argue with him, just because she could. He missed the way she would break up with him one minute, and then be making out with him in the back room of the Crashdown the next. He missed the way she would beat him up, all because he forgot to go see her sing because of a hocky game.


He missed her fire.


Maria rummaged through her locker, trying to find her History text book, when she felt arms come around her waist from behind, followed by a wet kiss placed on her collarbone.


Startled, she turned around to beat the crap out of who ever thought they had the right to touch her that way… but her hand was caught in mid air by the perpetrator.


“Michael! What the hell do you think your doing?”


Michael smiled at her, knowing that the fire was still there in her, no matter how small the flame now was. He pulled her flush against him, one hand around her waist whilst the other threaded through her hair, only seconds before his lips came crashing down on hers. Maria melted into him and the kiss, her arms surrounding his neck as she pulled him closer.


People walking down the hallway stopped to take in the site before them as they cat called and applauded the bravery of the two students as they kissed in the middle of the hallway.


Michael pulled away and rested his forehead against hers, taking in giant gulps of air as he desperately tried to calm his racing heart.


“I need to see you tonight.”


He whispered in her ear, before letting go of her waist and walking down the corridor with a satisfied smirk on his face, knowing that Maria was still standing there looking at him dumbfounded.


Max watched from down the hall, thinking how easy it would be to just walk up to Liz and do the same thing, but knowing he couldn’t. No matter how good it would feel to have her lips against his for those few brief seconds, he knew that as soon as they lost contact, Liz would retreat back into her shell, blocking him out more than she already had.


He felt a hand thread through his and looked down to see Tess staring up at him with bright blue eyes. He took a deep breath; internally sighing at how much he wished Liz was there instead of Tess. She squeezed his limp hand, snapping him out of his thoughts before she pulled him down the hallway towards their next class.



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“Maria?” Liz said quietly when she stopped at the bottom of the staircase in the back room of the Crashdown. Maria was standing at her locker, rummaging through her bag as she looked for her lip-gloss.


She was dressed in a tight pair of jeans, leather boots and a black sweater, with her long wavy hair falling down around her shoulders. She straightened up at the sound of Liz’s voice, but didn’t turn around to face the person addressing her.


Liz took a cautious step towards her, wringing her hands in front of her chest. Maria felt Liz moving closer, and immediately turned around to walk out of the door, but a hand on her shoulder stopped her.


“Please… I just…”


Maria slowly turned around to regard the small brunette, crossing her arms over her chest as she looked down on her.


“I-I’m not going to stand here and apologise again, because I know that you wouldn’t care how sorry I am, and I don’t expect you to ever forgive me for what I did, but I… I just want to tell you that… no matter what; you can always talk to me Maria, about anything.”


Silence ensued as Maria stared at her, her face expressionless as she waited for the girl to continue. Inside she was fuming.


“Um… I just… I wanted you to know. I’ll let you get back now.” She said as she turned around and walked back up stairs, folding her arms around her chest as she felt Maria's green eyes burning into her back.


“How dare you!”


Liz turned around on the step halfway up the stairs to stare at the blonde before her. Maria looked pissed.


“How dare you think you have any right to offer me someone to talk to Liz? I did the exact same thing to you before you ran away, and you threw it back in my face! You threw it back in Max’s, and Kyle’s, and God, even Michael’s face! How could you do it Liz? How could you leave Roswell, leave Max… leave me?”


Liz just stood there, stunned at what Maria was asking her. She didn’t know why she did it. She didn’t know how she could leave everyone who she loved so much. All she knew was that her life was suffocating, and there was no way to breath unless she detached herself from everyone and everything.


Maria took Liz’s silence as her answer, and she slammed her locker shut with a huff, before mumbling “Whatever” under her breath and walking out into the packed restaurant.


A silent tear streamed down Liz’s cheek but she brushed it away, so sick of crying about everything, knowing that all it would achieve would be a headache and puffy eyes in the morning. She needed something, anything to make her feel like she was living, like she was still there, alive and breathing.


A memory occurred to her, and she raced upstairs and into her room, rummaging through her dresser until she found what she needed. She had found her release.


Clasping it tightly in her hand, Liz walked into her bathroom and closed the door behind her, making sure it was locked, so no one could interrupt her self-pittying.


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Okay, i've decided that this fic should probly be rated R.. so sorry if that inconvieniences anyone. But really, if you've read up to this far and haven't turned away, what should stop you now?

Anyway, thankyou all for your feedback:

extingman wrote:You know what, I am about sick of Maria, I understand that she is hurt and her father left her when she was young and her best friend just died. But, her other friend is in deep trouble. She has made mistakes, she is only human after all and above all else no one and I mean no one is perfect

Has Maria written Liz off and in her eyes she doesn't exist?

I really wished Liz would have ask Maria if she was ever going to be her friend again. Or how much more pain and suffering will she have to go thru before she has been forgiven. Or would Maria be happy if Liz cut her wrist right in front of her, showing her how much she is truely hurting, she has tried to explain and Maria won't listen. She has tried different tactics and has been met with Maria rath each time. Has Maria even thought about what might be going on with Liz or what Liz went thru when she left or having to watch the love of her life get cozy with his destiny or the fact now that she is back she is isolated and is on a downward spiral to hell and other than Max who Liz won't allow him to help no one else is giving her a reason to hold on.
Okay, um... wow. Let me see... You have to remember that everyone is grieving at this point in time, and they all have different ways to show it. Maria is just coping the only way that she knows how, and if that involves cutting Liz out of her life - who i might add, ran off to Phoenix when her best friend needed her most - then she will.

Also, have you been reading my notes or something when you said "would Maria be happy if Liz just cut her wrists"? That was just freaky!

CrazyKate wrote:It's really sad how Liz and Maria's friendship has gotten. But I think Maria has every right to feel betrayed by Liz. Liz abandoned her without hardly a thought about her and plus she's still grieving. I hope they become friends again eventually, but I think for now they need this time apart. Maybe when Maria realizes how messed up Liz has gotten she'll put her anger away to help her friend? I dunno, but I hope. Also, loved the M&M hallway scene!!
I promise you that they will eventually have that 'alone time' where they will talk, but it will only be gradual. Basically, everyone feels betrayed by everyone in this story, and Liz wasn't there when Maria needed her most, just like Maria wasn't there when Liz needed her most.

I'm glad you liked the hallway scene, and because i got the idea from the show, you can probably already see where this is going to lead, but just for the fun of, i'm going to drag it out a bit. :P

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<center>Chapter 25</center>



The blade slid across her skin smoothly; the blood felt like silk against her flesh. She watched as it ran down her writs and pooled on the towel that was placed across her lap. It was thick and a deep red, seemingly liquid as it dripped onto the towel before being soaked up into the material.


Liz was leaning up against the bathroom wall, her legs crossed underneath her as she cut deeper with the knife, loving the sting of the metal as it bit her skin. It made her feel real. It woke her up, showing her that it couldn’t possibly all be a dream, that there was no way she would wake up and everything would be different.


All of the words people had slung at her came to the surface of her mind, giving her a cause for her self-mutilation.


“You came to say you’re sorry? Well it’s too fucking late for that! Every one else may have forgiven you Liz, but I won’t!”


“Max was on some sort of mission to fucking bring you back home…I honestly don’t know why the hell he bothered! God knows I wouldn’t have!”


“She’s none of your concern anymore. It’s not like your dating or anything, you don’t have to care about her little tantrums.”


“Did you have fun away on your little trip? Screwing every guy in site I imagine, never once giving a thought back to your dead and buried friend?”


“You see, this ‘friend’ was almost RAPED! Do you see my problem now Liz?”

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"Knock knock…"


Michael placed the tea towel in his back pocket, and turned the stove down so the sauce wouldn’t burn, just before walking over to the door.


He took a deep breath as he reached for the knob, knowing that Maria would be left speechless once she saw what he had done. His entire apartment had been transformed in the last few hours, with a little help from Isabel and their extremely handy powers, it no longer looked like an unclean dump, but like a place that Maria would enjoy.


“knock knock…”


It was then that Michael realised that he had been standing there, with his hand on the doorknob, for at least five minutes, and Maria’s insistent knocking was becoming louder and faster.


“Michael! Open up this damn door!” Her voice sounded strained, but he figured that it was just because she was yelling.


“Hey, relax pixie.” He said as he opened the door cautiously, and wanting to surprise Maria with the dinner, stepped in front of the threshold, blocking her view of inside.


It was then that he noticed the tears streaks framing her cheeks and her red eyes.


“What the-”


“I can’t believe that she had the friggin nerve to say that to me! After everything she’s put us through, put Max through, and she has the fucking nerve to tell me that! And then she tried to tell me that she didn’t expect me to forgive her and that she wasn’t sorry and-”


Maria was silenced by Michael’s hand clamped down over her mouth. He only got the first bit of her ramblings, but straight away, he knew that she was talking about Liz.


“Maria, you have to listen to me. I’m going to take my hand off your mouth in a minute, and you’re not going to say anything about Liz and what she did or didn’t do. You’re going to enjoy this evening and forget everything shitty that has happened in the last few months, okay?”


She silently nodded her head, and Michael cautiously took his hand away from her mouth, fully prepared to put it back if she started to rant again.


“Okay” Michael said, more to himself than anybody, before taking another huge breath and stepping out of the way, so Maria could see inside the apartment. He stood to the side with his hands clenched and his eyes shut, waiting for Maria to start screaming at him for some unknown reason before walking out on him.


Maria just stood there, speechless from the sight in front of her. Michael's apartment was…


…it was…


…beautiful!

There was a small coffee table in the centre of the room, sporting candles and a large bowl of salad, with beautiful pillows placed on the floor, intended to be seats. The floor was scattered with rose petals, and silk curtains hung over the windows. She took a deep breath and inhaled the spicy scent of Italian, her favourite. She took a cautious step into the room, afraid that it would all disappear with her presence.


Michael slowly opened one eye when he heard the sound of Maria’s heels clicking across the floor. So far, there was no screaming, no violent, abusive hits on the head, and no Maria leaving. She was standing there in absolute awe.


He walked up behind her and silently wrapped his arms around her waist, feeling her melt into his embrace. He was nervous, afraid that Maria would think that this entire night was a ploy to go further in their relationship.


Not that he didn’t want to. God, it was all he dreamed of, but he would never force her to do anything that she didn’t want to do. Except all those times when he stole her car and took her hostage… but that wasn’t the point. The point was that he wasn’t expecting anything from tonight except Maria having a good time. He wanted her to have at least one night where she didn’t have to worry about everything else in the world but now.


“Michael, I-”


“I-I cooked Italian, because I know it’s your favourite,” His voice was shaky as it came out, sounding completely unlike him. He gestured to the small coffee table, and the plate that was obviously set up for Maria. “And I know how much you love Scooby…”


Maria turned around in his arms, before giving him a thankful kiss. He responded by wrapping his arms tightly around her waist, and soon they were lying horizontal on his couch as he traced his lips up and down her neck.


Michael lifted his mouth to capture her lips in one more searing kiss before pulling back so their foreheads were touching.


“Maria, I didn’t do all this because I’m expecting something.” He reassured her.


“I know that Spaceboy.” She said before taking his lips once again in a hot kiss.


“We don’t have to do anything. It’s okay.”


Maria looked up at him playfully, enjoying how nervous he was tonight. It was fun being the one in control. “Who says I don’t want to do anything?”



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She removed the blade from over her skin and placed it on the floor next to her, dabbing her wrist on her left arm with the crimson soaked towel.


Liz slowly stood up, feeling a little light headed from the loss of blood. She steadied herself on the sink, and once she was sure that she was fine, left the room with the blade held firmly in her hand.


Walking over to her dresser, she flipped the blade of the pocket knife back inside and placed it gently onto the wooden surface, taking one last look at the engraving before leaving the room.


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It made her feel. If just for a little while, she felt something real…


… she felt alive.






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Hey everyone.

Thanks for the replys and stuff. This one is mostly Candy, and i'm really not good at these sorts of scenes, so plz forgive me? Enjoy:








<center>Chapter 26</center>



Somehow, they had gravitated to Michael’s bedroom, leaving the dinner untouched as it went cold on the table. He lay on top of her kissing her neck as Maria moaned in pleasure from all of the feelings he was invoking.


His hands played with the hem of her shirt, and before he could chicken out, he pulled it over her head in one swift motion. He closed his eyes tight in anticipation of her hitting him and running out of the apartment screaming, but instead all she did was grab the back of his neck and pull him back down for a kiss.


Maria inched her hands under his Metallica shirt and ran them over his smooth abs. How was it possible that aliens could have such perfect bodies? She raked her nails of his chest and Michael let out a low groan before taking her lips once more.


She broke the kiss briefly and pulled his shirt over his head, before capturing his mouth once more. His tongue was doing wonders to her mouth, but it was nothing compared to what his hands were doing.


Michael had unconsciously crept his hands up in between them, and was now moulding her breasts as she moaned into his mouth. He lifted her up into a sitting position, never breaking the kiss as he swiped his hand over the back of her bra, using his powers to undo the clasp before he slid it off her body, revealing her naked breasts.


Without even thinking about what he was doing, Michael took one of her nipples in his mouth and sucked as Maria arched into him, throwing her head back as she moaned.


Her hands snaked down his chest until they reached the waistband of his jeans. She clasped the top of his zipper and slid it down over the giant bulge in his pants.


Michael’s breath caught in his lungs as he felt her fingers bump his hard erection. He stopped the attention he was giving to her breast and focused on what Maria was doing. His entire body went stiff when she cupped him gently in her hand over his boxers.


“Michael?” She questioned when she noticed that he was just sitting there with a stunned look on his face. His entire body was tense and his breathing was shallow. “A-are you okay?”


Maria was starting to get a little freaked about how he was reacting. She had put her self out there, instigating this entire positioning, hoping that he wouldn’t turn her down if she said that she wanted to go further. And now he was just sitting there.


He slowly looked down to where her hand was snaking out of the zipper of his jeans, blinking a few times to make sure that he wasn’t just dreaming. He brought his gaze back up to Maria's face, but not before he took a slow sweep of her body. Her stomach was flat and her skin smooth and nicely tanned. His eyes followed up body, lingering on her rounded breasts and hard nipples that were shining from his saliva.


He trailed his gaze up her elegant neck, over her swollen lips and finally rested on her bright green eyes. He saw her insecurity about what they were doing, her fear that he would turn her down, but he also saw her love and desire shinning through, and it was in that instant that he made his decision.


Michael lunged at her, taking her lips with his as he rolled them over so he was on top. He slid her pants down her long legs, taking Maria’s underwear with him, leaving her lying naked underneath him.


She reached for the elastic of his pants, and after giving Michael one last kiss; Maria hooked her fingers in the material and pulled them down off his legs, before throwing them on the ground next to the bed.


He lay down gently on top of her, letting her adjust to his weight before kissing her again. He let his lips linger on hers, making sure she could feel everything he was feeling right now.


Michael rested his forehead again Maria’s and tucked a strand of her loose hair behind her ear, before whispering in a husky voice, “I love you.”


Maria gave a small nod, terrified of what they were about to do. She took a deep breath before saying in a shaky voice, “I love you too.”


That was all the permission he needed. Looking into her deep green eyes, Michael thrust deep into her, making them one.



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Max lay staring at the white ceiling above him, thinking about Liz.


She had become even more distant lately, and he feared that she had fallen deeper into her depression, but he couldn’t help her. Her parents did nothing, thinking that the problem would clear itself up. They didn’t want to believe that their little angle was capable of doing anything other than being the perfect daughter. But they didn’t see that she was destroyed.


Everything good that had ever happened in her life was now turning its back, and all of her monsters, all of her worst fears, all of her nightmares were coming real.


Maria hated her, Kyle hardly spoke to her, Tess was set on destroying her life, and all Max could do was sit and watch everything caving around them, because every time he got near, she would pull away.


His thoughts were interrupted when his door opened. He turned his head to the side to see who it was, but all he saw was empty doorway. Max felt the mattress at the end of his bed dip, and instantly turned his gaze to the person crawling up beside him.


Tess decided that she needed to do something before that little Miss Parker screwed with Max’s head, and made him feel all those things again. She crawled seductively up beside him, making sure enough cleavage was showing, before straddling his lap.


She leant over and kissed his startled lips, as he just lay there, needing to get lost in something. Images of Liz rushed through his mind, and he kissed Tess back, imagining her as the small brunette that his heart belonged to, instead of the deceitful blonde that was his ‘destiny’.


Tess saw the flashes he was sending her unintentionally. Flashes of her. After everything Liz had put him through, and he was still thinking about her when he kissed Tess. He was still imagining that it was Liz who was creating these feelings inside him. He was still picturing Liz straddling his lap as she kissed him passionately.


Tess had to do something, and fast.



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Maria woke late in the night and looked over at Michael’s sleeping form. His hair was tousled from their love making, and the sheet was draped over his strong form, stopping just above his abs so she could still see his naked chest.


She had a strange feeling in her stomach. It was more than physical pain from losing her virginity. It was something else, something suffocating. All of a sudden, she just couldn’t stand to be anywhere near him.


She needed to get out. She needed some fresh air.


Slowly and quietly, so she wouldn’t wake Michael, Maria crawled out from under the blankets and planted her feet firmly on the ground. She rummaged around in the dark until her hands came across what felt like underwear.


Maria quietly found the rest of her clothing and quickly dressed, before gently sneaking out of the room and the apartment.


As soon as she hit the pavement, the nausea came on strong. What had she just done? She had just given herself up without even a thought. But the question still remained: Did she regret it?


It was too much. Everything ws happening too fast, coming on too strong. So she ran, wincing from the pain at first, but soon growing accustomed to the feeling and she sped up, running for at least ten minutes, down the streets of Roswell, going now where in particular.


Maria collapsed against the nearest lamppost, and looked up to the surrounding buildings, trying to gain her bearings. Her breath caught in her throat when she realised her current location.


The giant UFO of the Crashdown loomed above her, and after taking a few deep breaths to slow down her pulse and breathing, she pushed away from the pole and stood on shaky legs. It was strange that this was the place that she ended up, and ironic at the same time.


Looking down the nearby ally, she could see the flickering light from the candles, and she immediately knew that Liz was on her balcony. She slowly walked down the ally until she was standing in front of the fire ladder that lead up to the only person who could help her tonight.


Taking one last deep breath, something that she had been doing a lot of lately, she ascended the ladder, wincing slightly from the pain, but trying to put it into the back of her mind.


Liz sat on her balcony covered in a blanket as she sat staring up at the stars in the night’s sky. Her mind kept of flashing back to the dream that she had had that night of her and Max star gazing in the back of his jeep.


“Three hundred and one, three hundred and two, three hundred and…”


“What are you doing?”


“Counting stars.”



A noise startled her out of her memories, and she sat upright fast and looked in the direction that it came from. Her mouth fell open when she saw who was standing there.


Maria stood in front of her ladder railing, her arms wrapped tight around her body, her hair all messed up and her makeup gone. Liz knew that something was wrong, but she didn’t have the faintest clue as to why Maria would come to her.


“Maria… what happe-”


“Y-you said that no matter what, I could c-come and talk to you, and you would listen.” A tear ran down her cheek and she brushed it away with the back of her hand, trying to stay focused, “Well, I-I think that I really need someone to talk to…”
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Oh yeah, look at me go! Three fics in one night! I'm a genius!

Anyway, this is only short and kinda crappy because i've been desperatly trying to write this, but this chapter was really hard to write. It was mostly the talk between Maria and Liz, so sorry for its badness.

Whoa, so much feedback. It seems the general concensus is that Maria is a crap. I don't think this chapter will change your opinions, but i did try :cry:

Thank you all so much for your feedback. A special thank you to Crashdown_51 for helping me get through this chapter. You may not really like the ending of this part, but we all know that Max wont let her get very far... so i hope you all enjoy:





<center>Chapter 27</center>



“Maria… what happe-”


“Y-you said that no matter what, I could c-come and talk to you, and you would listen.” A tear ran down her cheek and she brushed it away with the back of her hand, trying to stay focused, “Well, I-I think that I really need someone to talk to.”


“Oh.” Liz sat there stunned into silence. This was coming from the person who just recently told her that it would have been better if she died, rather than came back to Roswell, and now she wanted to talk? But for some unknown reason, she didn’t tell her to go away and to tell her problems to someone who cared. Instead, Liz sat there quietly, prepared to listen and help her former friend in any way she could. “Um… okay?”


“Okay… this is really hard for me to say, so I’ll just say it.” Maria looked to Liz for conformation to go on, and the brunette gave her a small nod. Taking a deep breath, Maria continued. “I slept with Michael.”


Liz just sat still, her expression never changing to one of shock or anger or any emotion. It just stayed blank.


Maria was pacing in front of her, wringing her hands in front of her as she bit her bottom lip in frustration. She turned to the girl sitting on the lounger as soon as she realised that she hadn’t had a response yet.


Liz was watching her pace, her face passive as her former friend tried to calm down and lower her breathing.


“Do you love him?” Liz asked quietly.


Maria's immediate response was to stop her pacing and stare at the girl in disbelief. “How can you ask me that Liz? Of course I love him. More than anything in this world!”


“Then that's it. You love him; it’s a simple as that. You’re just a little freaked out right now. You shouldn’t be here talking to someone who as I recall, you hate right now.” Liz didn’t mean to bring it up, but it had passed her lips before she even thought about what she was saying. Instead, Liz shrugged it off and continued as the blonde sank down onto the seat next to her. “You should be with Michael, doing what ever it is you do after you’ve just had sex with an alien.”


“Sleeping. He was sleeping.” Maria said with a pale face. Her expression was a mixture of different feelings. Anger, fear, frustration, but mostly love. The thing that stood out most clearly to Liz was the love that Maria had for Michael.


Even if she didn’t realise it, Maria was glowing. Maybe it was an alien side effect from copulating, or maybe it was just because she had shared the most intimate thing known to man with the one person in the world that she loved with her entire heart… but Maria was glowing.


“Then you should be there sleeping with him. If you love him Maria, you should be with him.”


“That’s it? That's all you have to say?” Maria yelled as she stood up. Steam was practically pouring out of her ears at what Liz was telling her. “If it’s as easy as you say it is Liz, then why aren’t you over there with Max right now? Why are you sitting here listening to me? Why are you hurting yourself by being alone? Why did you run?”


Liz looked at the ground the entire time, pulling on her long sleeves to cover the scabs that were forming over her self-inflicted cuts.


What was the point of her staying in Roswell any longer? Everyone had obviously moved on with their lives. It was almost as if she no longer existed to them.


Max had Tess, and as hard as it was for her to admit it, he was happy with her… his destiny. It was what’s meant to be.


Her parents hardly knew she existed anymore. They only ever spoke to her when they were forced to. She ate alone in the Crashdown most nights before going straight to bed. It was as if she was a ghost, only living in body not spirit… or soul. But the worst part was that her parents didn’t care. They could see her self-destructive nature coming through, and they had had many opportunities to stop it, to get her help, but instead that passively watched as their only child got nearer to the edge.


Maria had Michael, and they had just taken their relationship to a new level. If you had asked Liz last year at this time who she thought would be the first to have sex out of their group of friends, she would have said her and Max, without a second thought. But now it was different, everything was different.


It was just like Maria said: Why was she sitting there listening to her rant and rave about her perfect life? Maria’s dilemmas were only minor compared to most of the world’s problems, but still they seemed important to a select few. Liz used to be one of those few, but now she didn’t have the heart to care.


Maria took a deep breath, feeling her body shake from crying so much. She missed Michael already, and she knew that if she wasn’t there when he woke up, they would have to endure another one of their fights, and she just didn’t think she could handle it. Feeling panicked, she did the only thing she could do at a time like this. She ran.


“You know w-what? I think y-you’re right. I-I have to go.”


Liz looked up from the ground just as Maria was climbing down the ladder, getting only a glimpse of her dirty blond hair as she disappeared down below.



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Maria silently slipped inside the apartment and quickly undressed, scattering her clothes around on the floor so it looked as though she had been there the entire time.


She slid under the blankets and curled up against Michael’s back as he lay on his side with his arms underneath the pillow giving his head support. She gently kissed his shoulder as she wrapped her arms around him, feeling his warmth immediately radiate into her.


“Ria?” Came Michael’s muffled voice as she slowly rolled over and looked up at her, squinting away the sleep that was having a groggy effect on him.


“Hey Spaceboy.” She whispered with a small smile, loving how cute he looked when he was waking up. His hair was tousled from sleep, and he reminded her of a little boy as he brought his arm up and rubbed the sleep from his eyes.


“Where’d you go? I woke up and you weren’t here.” He said quietly as he looked up at him with vulnerable eyes. She had never seen him so defenceless and scared of what she was thinking.


Michael was worried when he woke up and she wasn’t there. Worried that last night had weirded her out, that he had done something wrong, that she had realised that she didn’t love him anymore. All his life Hank had told him he was nothing, that no one could ever love him… until Maria proved him wrong. And now to think that she had left because of something so wonderful, something that they had the privilege to share for the first time together… it scared him more than anything.


“I couldn’t sleep so I went to get some air. I didn’t mean to wake you.” She lied, sighing internally inside when she saw relief soften his features.


Michael reached out for her and pulled her down to his chest, holding her tightly against him in fear that she wouldn’t be there in the morning. He kissed her forehead gently as sleep overtook him once more. “Don’t ever leave me Maria,” He whispered before the conscious world faded into the back ground as he silently slept.


It was in that instant that she knew. She loved Michael more than anything else in the world – alien or not. This was where she wanted to be. Even though she knew he couldn’t hear her, she kissed his smooth chest, right where his heart was, before whispering, “I won’t”



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Liz moved around the room swiftly and quietly as she packed her most needed possessions into a small bag. She figured she could get a job wherever she ended up and buy everything else she needed there. She still had money that she had saved from when she was in Phoenix, enough to stay in a dingy motel for a few nights before she got paid and got a place of her own.


She had to move fast. It was early in the morning and the sun was due to rise in at least an hour. Liz hopped to be gone before they all woke.


She packed her toothbrush into the bag and stood up, taking one last look around the room that she called home but never truly felt like it was one. Her eyes landed on a shiny object on her dresser, the glistening metal catching her eye.


Picking up her bag, she walked over and held it up, sifting the weight in her hand before placing it in her pocket and climbing out of her window, leaving Roswell for the second and hopefully last time.
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Hey eveyone. I'm back with another chapter of this crazy endless story. Does anyone else think that this is getting a bit repetative and slow? Meh... i plan to finish it anyway.... i hope.


Thank you all so much for your feedback. I'm glad to see that you like this fic so much and that you take the time to leave some feedback even though u dont have to.

So thank you all so much.

And dont worry, if theres one thing i can promise you its that i will in no way EVER have Max sleeping with Tess, because... eww! BUt as for Liz and Max...???









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Chapter 28

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The figure walked onto the bus discreetly, hiding under the hood of an oversized grey jumper. They moved to the very back of the bus after flashing the driver with their ticket and sat huddled up against the window of the very last seat, desperately trying to stay out of sight of those who may know them.


A second figure walked onto the bus less than ten minutes later. They sat down near the front of the bus, never taking their eyes off the road ahead as they waited for the driver to board and start their journey out of Roswell, New Mexico.


After finishing his coffee, Willis threw the plastic cup into the garbage bin at the bus depot and after checking to make sure all the passengers were on board and the bag compartments were closed, he climbed the staircase and sat down in the drivers seat, ready for another non-stop commercial bus trip to New York – The Big Apple.


Willis turned the key in the ignition and the engine roared to life, making the bus shake from the engines vibrations. He pulled the handbrake off, put his foot on the clutch and put the bus into first gear, before pulling out of the parking lot and starting the three-day drive.


The first figure sat with their head resting against the cool glass as it softly vibrated from the engine. The scenery outside slowly started to move as they pulled out of the parking lot and drove past the sign that said ‘Welcome To Roswell’.


The figure sighed softly before quietly whispering ‘Goodbye’ for hopefully the last time.



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“Hi daddy.” Isabel greeted her father as she kissed his cheek. She had brought him a healthy salad for lunch from the Crashdown in her own ploy to get him on a diet. Her mothers cooking really didn’t help much. She would cook dinner for the family, but she was always trying a new recipe that ended disastrously, so in the end Isabel, Max and her father would get take out.


It was bad for their health and she was sure that if Max wasn’t an alien, he would definitely be packing on the pounds by now. It still amazed her how much both he and Michael could eat and still stay as in shape as they were.


“Isabel, what brings you here?” Phillip Evan’s asked as his daughter pulled a small food container out of her bag and handed it to him.


“I brought you lunch. It’s a Greek Salad from the Crash.”


“Oh, I usually just order something from the Chinese restaurant across the street. You didn’t need to bring me lunch sweetie.”


“Yes, but this is more healthy than anything you would get from there, so eat.” She said forcefully as she looked at her father dead on. If there was one thing that Phillip Evans knew about his daughter better than anything, it was not to mess with her when it came to fashion and taking care of your body… well, that and Christmas.


He slumped his shoulders and declared defeat as he walked into his private bathroom and started to wash his hands. Isabel walked over to his desk and sat down in his expensive leather chair as she waited for her father to come out and join her for lunch. It had been a long time since they had spent any time together and even though they were just eating lunch, a thrill ran down her spine at the thought of it.


When she was younger, her mother used to always take Max and Michael out places because they both used to be really shy, so Diane would take them to the movies or shopping or something that would maybe give them a little more confidence in public, and Isabel and her dad used to stay at home and just muck around and have fun. She missed the simplicity of spending time with him, without having to constantly worry that some alien disaster would pull her out of her fantasy world and back into reality.


Diane’s tactics worked on Michael, but it wasn’t until Max saved Liz Parker that day at the Crashdown that he really came out of his shell. If Isabel looked past all the terrible things their exposure had caused from when Liz got shot, at least she could say that the girl really did have an amazing effect on her brother. She had never seen him smile so many times and look as happy as he did when he was with Liz… even Tess could never match up against the small brunette that had captured his heart that first day in year three.


“Philip, I was just thinking about this Portman case and I realised that-” Jesse Estaban Ramirez said as he walked into his bosses office, presuming that he would be in there working as usual. It was a common joke around the firm that Phillip Evans could never go anywhere without his job and that if he didn’t have a wife and children, he would probably sleep on his desk just so he could get an early start on his cases.


He stopped immediately as he saw someone other than his boss sitting in the leather chair at his desk. The woman sitting there turned around with a smile on her face and Jesse internally gasped at the sight before him. She was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.


He long blonde hair cascaded down her back and framed her perfect face, bringing out her stunning blue eyes and pink lips. She wore a black leather coat, a red, low cut shirt that showed off just the right amount of cleavage, and hip hugging jeans with black high heeled boots.


“Jesse.” Phillip said as he walked out of his private bathroom to see the newest member of the firm standing there gaping at his only daughter. He internally scowled at the way Jesse’s eyes were traveling up and down Isabel’s body, but shrugged it off as he thought of the absurdity of a twenty six year old dating his eighteen-year-old daughter. “This is my daughter Isabel.” Phillip motioned to where she was sitting in his chair looking at Jesse with just as much awe as he was looking at her.


Jesse moved forward and shook her hand, feeling a little bit strange about the gesture. He would much rather kiss her hand… but her father was standing right next to him, so instead he swallowed the urge and simply shook her hand. “Hi. Nice to meet you.”


“Hi.” Isabel couldn’t take her eyes off the sexiest man she had ever seen, who was standing right in front of her. He fit the black suit he was wearing perfectly, from the way the blue business shirt and jacket hugged his muscular arms to the way his pants showed off his obviously large package… he was gorgeous.


Her smile immediately fell as she scolded herself for getting caught up in something so natural. Not only was it disrespect for Alex, but she had a made a pact with herself that she would never get involved with anyone ever again. Look what had happened the last two times, not to mention the fact that the supposed love of her life had killed her entire family when they lived on Antar… she just couldn’t stand knowing that she had caused the end of so many people’s lives.


It scared her so much to think that if it wasn’t for this terrible secret she held, this giant burden… all those people would still be alive. Tears formed at the corners of her eyes and she knew that she had to get out of there soon before she made a scene.


Isabel stood up with a pale face and looked towards her father who was in deep conversation with Jesse. She unconsciously picked up her bag that was at her feet and slowly walked to the door like a zombie. “I… um… sorry Dad, but I just forgot I had to do something.” Isabel said as she slowly turned around to face her father, before running out of his office with tears slowly rolling down her white cheeks


She could never feel that way about anyone ever again. It was disrespectful to Alex to feel that attraction to another man… and her life was too dangerous. She had to be alone forever… just so she could keep them all safe. She couldn’t let anyone else in… especially a lawyer named Jesse.



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The second figure stood from their seat at the front of the bus and started to move towards the back, with one goal in site.


The first figure sat looking out the window as the desert scenery passed by. The figure had been in this same position for over two hours, ever since they left Roswell, just watching the red of the desert sand grow deeper and darker, and the signs of civilisation slowly disappear. They were so consumed in the scenery that they didn’t notice the second figure stand up from their seat and move towards them. The first figure also didn’t notice him sit down on the seat next to them.


Liz was startled away from the window when she felt the warmth of someone’s leg bumping up against hers. She sat up straight immediately and looked at the person who had invaded her space and ruined her plan of escaping Roswell before anyone noticed.


“Max.” Her voice came out in a shocked whisper as she stared at the man sitting beside her in amazement. How did he know that she would run?


“Miss me?”
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Hey everyone! :D I'm back!

But only to drop this little chapter off, and when i say little, i mean little, as in short. This fic was my first fic and my little baby, so dont worry, i WILL finish it... but it may take a bit.

When i started writing this i had about 20 chapters pre-written, and i went a little nuts with posting, doing it everyday, so i ran out of chapters, and cause i have 3 other fics, this one kinda gets kicked into the background alot, but i promise you i will finish it, even if it kills me.

I may not have any readers by the end, but i WILL finish it.

And also this will be the last chapter for 2-3 weeks as on x-mas day, i'm going on holidays for 2 weeks! yay me! And then when i come back, i have to write the next chapter! Woo hoo!

Now, thank u all for ur fb, its really appreciated, and i'm sorry for my pathetic updating skills, but as soon as i get back from hols i'll try and get my updating back on scheduel.

So, you all don't think that this is actually Max? Well, you'll just to wait and see. Now, without further adu, i give u:


<center>Chapter 29</center>



“Miss me?” He asked with a cocky smirk.


“W-what are you d-doing here?” Liz stuttered as she looked at him wide eyed. How did he find her? How did he know that she would run?


“I think you already know.” Max replied as he gave Liz a small wink before turning to face the front of the bus. He stretched out in the seat and leant his head back against the headrest. Taking one last look at Liz’s stunned face, he closed his eyes satisfied that he had successfully taken her by surprise.


“W-what… uh… h-how did y-you… ugh.” Liz struggled to find the right words to say. There were so many questions running through her head that she found it hard to distinguish between any of them. The only thing that was clear was her instinct to run.


“Wake me when we get there.” He mumbled, as he looked out the corner of his eye at her before crossing his arms over his chest and closing his eyes again, a signal that he was going to sleep.


Max being there screwed up her plans to leave Roswell and never return on a major scale. She could feel the apprehension coming off him in waves, the pain and anger her was feeling towards her for trying to run again, but he covered it with his arrogant smirk and casual attitude, masking his emotions and becoming an actor playing a role.


Fifteen minutes later, he was still sitting in the same position with his eyes closed as Liz sat looking out the bus window. This was hopeless. How was she supposed to run away if he wouldn’t let her?


She ran because she knew it would be the right thing to do. Everyone back at Roswell were better off without her, living their lives without having to worry about the depressed screw up with the tendency to cut her wrists just to feel something, anything, that would tell her that she was real, that she was existing… and that the life she was living wasn’t just an awful nightmare.


Liz cautiously turned her head to look over at the sleeping figure next to her. She knew that it was no use, that he would never give up on her and follow his destiny as long as she tried to run, and a part of her was thankful that she meant so much to him, but the other part felt as though she was suffocating.


Max was everywhere, never prepared to let her go… always looking over at her or asking if she was okay. He was over protective and controlling, and she just needed space. It wasn’t Max’s fault, he was just being him self, trying to protect every one and everything around him, but he shouldn’t have to look after her constantly, he shouldn’t have to act like the mother.


The way Liz saw it, everyone would be better off without her, but mostly Max. Without her, there was nothing holding him back from his destiny. There was nothing holding him back from being the person he was born to be.


She took a deep breath and braced herself on the edge of her chair. She was almost positive that he was asleep, and she knew that it was now or never. Standing up slowly as to not disturb him, she grabbed her bag from the floor next to her feet and pressed herself up against the back of the seat in front of her.


If she was going to pull this off, she would have to make sure that she didn’t bump Max as he slept in the seat next to her. Taking one last deep breath and crossing her fingers, she started to slide along the back of the seat in front of her, taking small slow steps and breathing heavily as her heart beat went wild from anticipation.


Liz lifted up her left leg and slowly placed it down on the other side of Max’s legs that were crossed at the ankles on the ground in front of her. She took another deep breath, willing her hands and legs to stop shaking as she stood with her legs on either side of his.


She picked up her right leg, ready to place it next to her left leg and then run. To where? She had no idea. She was on a bus after all. Maybe if she ran to the front and told the bus driver that she was about to vomit he would pull over to the side of the road and then she could just run and never come back.


But considering they were currently driving down a deserted road in the middle of the desert, Liz didn’t think it would be a very wise decision.


The most likely thing to do would be to move down to the very front of the bus so she was the first one off, and then run like the wind as soon as they stopped at their destination.


Liz didn’t have enough time to contemplate her escape any further as the bus lunged forward, causing her one legged stance to make her fall backwards and land right on top of a very wide awake Max.


He had been watching her from the corner of his eye as he pretended to sleep, and when she had stood up in an attempt to leave and not awaken him, he sat back and passively enjoyed the show with a smirk on his face as she tried to sneak past him. If it weren’t for the bus moving forwards with a little help from some alien magic’s, she would probably have been running down the aisle right now, screaming out for the bus driver to pull over so she could get out… and she definitely wouldn’t have been wiggling in his lap, trying to remove herself from his tight grip he had around her waist.


“You know that I’ll just find you where ever you run to…” He whispered in her ear, his hot breath against her skin causing a shiver to run down her spine. Liz’s entire body went stiff as she straighten up, the complete opposite reaction of what Max’s seductive whisper would have caused months ago.


“Be patient, we’re almost there.” He said, a little louder this time as he removed her off his lap and onto the seat she vacated just a few minutes before.


The last two hours of the drive were in complete silence between the two teens, both pissed off beyond mention. Liz sat with her arms crossed and her feet crossed underneath her, watching the passing desert out the window, whilst Max sat with a bemused expression, silently watching the small brunette and trying not to think of how sexy she looked when she was pissed off.


The bus pulled into a service station on the outskirts of Amarillo, Texas, for a quick stop so the passengers could stretch their legs and have a very late lunch. Max stood up from his seat, waiting for Liz to join him… but she stayed seated, still staring out the window in an attempt to ignore his towering presence.


Max was fully prepared for her to bolt as soon as the driver put the bus into park, but she didn’t. She stayed with her arms cross and a scowl marring her beautiful features.


“Liz, are you coming?” Max asked, but go no response. Liz didn’t even blink, and if Max didn’t know any better he would have said that she was dead… except for the very faint feel of her through their connection. She may have blocked him out of her mind, but she could never block him completely.


“Liz?” he tried again, but just as before he got no response.


Liz sat there, desperately trying to ignore Max as he stood behind her. She bit down on her tongue to make sure that she wouldn’t open her mouth without her brain knowing about it, and tried to hold back the tears that threatened to fall as the sharp teeth cut through the flesh and the metallic taste of blood filled her mouth.


“Liz!” Max yelled, letting out a huff and running his right hand through his hair in frustration. She was stubborn and pissing him off and… God he loved her.


Deciding that she wouldn’t even acknowledge him there if he just stood and yelled at her, Max did the only thing he could think of. He reached down and picked up the bag that was sitting at her feet. Sliding his hand through the strap he threw it over his shoulder and grabbed her arm tightly, pulling a stunned Liz to her feet before he dragged her down the aisle of the bus.


The other passengers had spred out as they had an hour to kill before the bus left, so there was no one around to watch as Max pulled a fighting Liz down the stairs and away from the bus, with one destination in mind.



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Hem hem...

I'm back! Thank you all so much for your fb, i love that there's actually people reading this fic.

Emz80m - Don't worry, the whiny attitude will be gone shortly... in theory.

Anyway, really heavy R, or Nc-17 or which ever rating is highest on this chapter and the next one. Enjoy:




<center>Chapter 30</center>


Max pushed the motel door open and pulled inside a protesting Liz. His entire demeanour had changed from the cocky, playful Max on the bus to the serious bruiting Max that everyone was so acquainted with.

He sealed the door with his powers in case Liz tried to run again and threw the bags down on the floor. He couldn’t stop the frown that was situated across his face when he looked up to see a very pissed of Liz Parker standing in front of the door with her arms crossed.

It would be every teenager boys dream to be locked in a motel room with the love of his life, but Max was far from enjoying this. He hated what his life had become in the last year. He missed the days when he could just walk up to Liz and kiss her because he wanted to, and he didn’t have to worry about any destiny or being an alien king. And he didn’t have to travel out of state just to bring Liz back to Roswell.

She was the one thing that made his life in Roswell bearable. The one thing that motivated him enough to keep going. The only reason why he even looked at Tess once was because it was what Liz wanted. She wanted him to at least attempt to follow his destiny. So he played a part in the act that was his ‘destiny’, all the while thinking about Liz whenever Tess decided she had the right to invade his personal space and touch or kiss him. But he spent so much time picturing Liz instead of Tess that in the end he had almost convinced himself that it was Liz he was kissing. That it was Liz who was running her hands down his chest and breathing shallowly in his ear.

“Dunna da da, daa. Dunna da da, daa.”


The x-files tune ringing on his mobile phone broke him out of his daze and he fumbled around in his pocket trying to find the perpetrator. Pulling it out of his pocket, Max looked at the number that was calling and let out a deep sigh. He pressed the power button to turn the device off and shoved it back in his pocket, running a frustrated hand through his hair.

She just didn’t know when to give up. He was sure that she would have left at least twenty messages by now asking him where he was and what he was doing. She was worse than a shadow, worse than Isabel, always wanting to know where he was going and what he was doing. Suffocation was definitely looking bright in the future.

And the worse part? Tess actually thought that Max wanted to be with her. She thought that he loved her and was over Liz. She thought he was hers. But the truth was he would never be hers. His heart had been someone else’s since he walked off the yellow school bus and saw the most beautiful creature he had ever seen.

“Aren’t you gonna answer that? I mean, Tess obviously just wants to make you’re your not fulfilling your destiny with someone else…” Liz spat out bitterly. Who the hell did Max Evans think he was trying to stop her from doing what in the end was best for everyone? He had no right to just show up and screw up her perfectly laid plans. Granted, all Liz had plan wise so far was to get away from Roswell, but she was always a firm believer for living in the moment.

“How did you know it was Tess?” Max asked as he stood up from his position on the bed.

“Who else would it be? Obviously little Tessy isn’t as comfortable in her relationship with you as she’s led everyone to believe, otherwise she wouldn’t feel the need to call you on the hour, every hour.” Liz said with a hint of amusement in her voice. These aliens were pathetic. She walked over to the television and picked up the TV guide, looking for something interesting to watch tonight. She knew without a doubt that Max wouldn’t let her leave here without an explanation; so the longer she kept him waiting the better.

“Ouch.” She yelped when the paper sliced her finger, the stinging sensation bring her to the brink of tears. “Fucking piece of shit.” She said, throwing it back down on the desk and shoving her finger into her mouth to stop the pain.

“Here,” Max said, walking over to her with his hand outstretched. “Just let me…”

“No! You can’t just fix everything with a wave of your hand! Life doesn’t work like that Max.” Liz cut him off defensively. The last thing she wanted was to let Max know that she needed him. And as much as her finger hurt right now, she wouldn’t let him anywhere near enough to heal it.

Max stared at her in pure shock. “I was just gonna get you a bandaid.” He said, reaching in front of her to pull open the drawer of the desk to show a first aid kit. Liz’s face went pale when she realised what she had just said but figured it was something that he needed to hear eventually, so why hide it now?

“Oh.”

Liz turned back around and picked up the TV guide once again, casually flipping through the pages with Max standing at least a metre behind her. They were silent for a few minutes until Max just couldn’t cope. He had to somehow break the silence because it was killing him. He hated silence.

“Why did you run Liz?” Were the only words that came out of his mouth. He had fought his hardest to keep them inside and gradually ease them into the conversation, but now that they were out, he didn’t want to take them back. It has been the only thing plaguing his mind since he had watched her leave at the early hours of dawn a day ago.

He had woken up with a strange feeling and instinctively knew that it was something to do with Liz, but he got the surprise of his life when he drover over to the Crashdown to make sure she was okay and found her sneaking down her balcony with the intent to leave and never come back… something that Max would never let her do.

The magazine went flying out of Liz’s hands at his words and she clumsily bent down to retrieve it. “Wow, you aliens don’t waste any time, do you?” She said with a small chuckle that sounded forced as she continued to stare at the wall in front of her, not having enough courage to turn around and face him.

“Liz…” Max sighed, but was cut off before he could say anything else.

“Why the hell do you think I ran, Max?” Liz yelled, swinging around to level his intense gaze with her own fiery stare. Now she was pissed. “I ran because I wasn’t needed. It was like I didn’t exist to anyone in Roswell anymore! You were all so happy going on with your lives that I was just background noise! Well, now you can all finally get some fucking piece and quiet!”

“Happy? Are you blind! The only thing that makes me happy is too fricking stubborn to see that so she decides its best to pack up and run away! What the hell are you trying to prove anyway Liz? That you don’t need us or something? Because if it’s that we’re better off without you, then you’re sadly mistaken!” Max fired back with just as much force as she was sending his way.

Liz stood there speechless as she watched Max finally stand up for himself and what he wanted in life. He spoke with an authority that made you pay attention and his defensive stance made him tower over her more than usual.

“This helpless act is getting old Liz. So what if everyone is moving on with their lives, that never seemed to bother you before? Is it just that your not getting as much attention as before now that Maria’s occupied with Michael so much and will barely even look at you? Or that Alex isn’t around to whine to you about how Isabel blew him off?”

Her hand connected with his face faster than Max could blink, the slapping noise echoing off the motel walls vibrantly. “How dare you.” Liz spat out between clenched teeth, staring up into his amber eyes with a furious face.

“I gave you everything Liz, and all you could do was run?” Was Max’s whispered reply, suddenly turning into the shy, scared boy that once risked everything to save her life.

“I never asked you to play the hero Max, so stop trying!” Liz said before storming into the bathroom and slamming the door shut and locking it with such an intense force that anyone who would try and open it in the near future would not be able to get in.

Liz immediately ran over to the small window situated above the toilet, but it was sealed shut. She pushed on it hard but to no avail. It just wouldn’t open. Her only escape didn’t work. She sat down with a huff on top of the toilet lid but something heavy in her pocket caught her attention.

A small smile crossed her face as she quickly stood up and fumbled with the object, holding it in her palm as it glistened from the light overhead. It was a way out. Not a preferable way out, but it would end it all, end all of the suffering not only for her, but for Max as well. He would finally be free of her.

Sitting down and leaning up against the bathtub, Liz slid the blade out of its resting spot in the cover and positioned it above her left wrist. She knew that all she had to do was push deep enough and it would all be over, she would be happy.

Max said something on the other side of the door, but the wood of the door muffled his voice. Liz was too consumed with her eyes glued to the knife in front of her to notice anyway, and she also didn’t hear the sound of his footsteps getting fainter and fainter, or the door to the motel room opening and then closing.

“Ahh…” Liz hissed when the metal sliced open her skin for the first time in the last few days. A rush of exhilaration ran through her entire body as she pressed that little bit deeper, the blood flowing freely down her wrists and dripping onto her now scarlet stained jeans.

After a few minutes of free bleeding and no attempt to apply pressure, she slowly started to sway, the colour draining from her face as she lost her balance and collapsed onto her side. The pain lessened considerably but her sight was going hazy, black spots appearing everywhere she looked. Liz blinked over and over but the black spots only got bigger. She could feel the pool of blood soaking into all of her clothes but was too weak to move from the puddle.

Closing her eyes, the light-headedness consumed her until she was lying unconscious on the floor, with one coming to her aid…

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Waste - Staind

Your mother came up to me,
She wanted answers only she should know,
Only she should know.
It wasn't easy to deal with the tears that rolled down her face.
I had no answers 'cause I didn't even know you.

But these words
They can't replace,
The life you,
The life you waste.

How could you paint this picture?
Was life as bad as it should seem, that there were no more options for you?
I can't explain how I feel.
I've been there many times before.
I've tasted the cold steel of my life crashing down before me.

But these words
They can't replace,
The life you,
The life you waste.

Did daddy not love you?
Or did he love you just too much?
Did he control you?
Did he live through you at your cost?
Did he leave no questions for you to answer on your own?

Well fuck them,
and fuck her,
and fuck him,
and fuck you,
for not having the strength in your heart to pull through.
I've had doubts,
I have failed,
I've fucked up,
I've had plans,
Doesn't mean I should take my life with my own hands.

But these words
They can't replace,
The life you,
The life you waste
But these words
They don't replace,
The life you,
The life you waste.
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