Roswell Fanatics

*Max*

Kyle looks away but he doesn't walk off, so I guess we're doing a bit better. He says this connection doesn't have anything to do with the healing and I hope he's right. I'd hate to think that the love that Liz and I share is just because of something that happened when I healed her. That it's somehow a biological change that I created, not her real feelings...

But no. Kyle says it's not like that.

I look at him, not speaking for a moment. I've always thought he was good-looking. It's part of why I was so jealous of him being with Liz before, knowing that she must have thought he was cute and not knowing how she'd think of me next to that. He's got a well-shaped face and great hair -- even out here on the run where he can't fuss with it the way he might have done before. And his body is fit and toned like the all-around athlete that he is. He really does look great.

My eyes move back to his face. His eyes are still turned away but my are drawn to his lips. He'd kissed me before, on the cheek. His lips are so full and red. He pinches them together, managing to avoid an actual frown, but I can feel the distress coming off him like waves. I want to touch his face, stroke his cheek and make him feel better, but I don't know if he'll let me touch him right now.

I wonder what those lips would taste like...

"Kyle," I say softly.

isabelle wrote:I wonder what those lips would taste like...

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Isabel

I wasn't quite sure when I fell asleep. Anyway, who could ever be sure of that? But then, I wasn't exactly asleep. I was dreamwalking- so did that count as sleeping?

"Jesse?"

Where was he? I couldn't see him? Had I missed the connection somehow?

Then I heard a gunshot.

"Jesse!" I screamed, looking around for the source, but I couldn't find it.

The scene around me dissolved and changed into much more peaceful surroundings.

"Oh God," I breathed in relief, seeing the image of my husband standing there, as if waiting. I wanted to run to him and hug him, kiss him deeply, in the flesh. But this was the next best thing. "I thought . . . Oh Jesse, I'm so glad you're okay . . ."

". . . are you okay?"

What I'd seen before- it hadn't been Jesse's dream. It had been mine. My nightmare, bearing the essence of my fears. Either that, or it was a warning- a warning that my husband, or perhaps someone else that I knew, was going to be in trouble.

~Maria~

"They aren't traceable. I wouldn't do anything that would put the group in danger. We have enough of that already." Michael says, expelling a deep breath as he adds, "You know with all the shit you've been through since you've met us, I'm surprised you didn't leave me years ago." He chuckled, but I didn't find that funny.

"Michael, I love you. The last thing I ever want is to leave you, especially now that I know how you feel. Earlier, talking to Liz, I was considering it but even thinking about it was killing me. I don't regret being with you, being a part of this or going through these things with you. I just wish that you didn't have to suffer so much of your life." I told him, reaching a hand up to his cheek, I gave a light smile, "But, I warn you Spaceboy, don't try to push me away or pull away from me again, it hurts to much and I will put you in your place if I have to."

I know that part of my tone is teasing, relaxed, but a part of me was also completely serious. I couldn't bear not knowing, not having moments like I was right this instant. It had been tearing me apart.

Kyle

Silence. The worse thing after...well..after something. It's not the worst thing, but almost. Especially when Max was still looking. I was wondering what he was thinking about. I looked at him when he said my name. He was looking at me...straightly. It was an odd look. I wasn't quite sure what it mwant. Not that I minded...it was nice to feel him looking at me. Sort of.

"I...We...Need to get back to the van, Max. Liz is probably staring at you" I said with a slightly bittered tone. Liz. Since she was there...

"Let's just go before Michael tells us to. I'm sure he doesn't want to say it again..." I mumbled looking at my feet.

'If only he wouldn't look at me. I can't walk if he looks..' I though.


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I'll post for Jesse tomorrow. It's too hot for anything right now.

~Michael~

"Trust me, I know. There's nothing like Hurricaine Deluca." I smiled and at that point it occured to me. I've smiled more in the past twenty minutes than I have in the past six months. She's the only one that could do that to me. The only one that could make me see something good in such a bad situation. I always joked and said she was lucky to have me. But I now realize that I was the lucky one. Being with her and having her love me the way that I love her? I'm the one that's lucky. Damn lucky.

*Max*

I hear Kyle's bitter tone when he mentions Liz and now I understand that. Or at least, I think I do. He's pulling away. I don't want him to do that. I'm not ready. I need to understand this a bit better.

I think he's right. There is a connection between us. I never saw it before, but it's true. It's ... strange. So different from what I have with Liz, but it's there. I want to ... I'm not sure what I want to do. This is Kyle. He's a guy. Why am I thinking about kissing him? What would it be like? To be with a guy?

I bite the inside of my lip, trying to contain my words my feelings. How could I do this to Liz? If it was another girl who said she loved me -- even if it was a friend -- if it was Maria, maybe. If she said she loved me, I'd tell her 'no.' I'm married. I told Kyle that before. I can't hurt Liz that way. I already hurt her enough when I slept with Tess. I can't do that to her again. I won't.

But this feels so different...

"Let them wait. This is important. ... I think you're right Kyle. There is something there," I say. I see his eyes change, but I know I can't give him any more. "But, I can't. I'm glad you told me, Kyle. I am. But I can't betray Liz..."

Jesse

It was painfull to wait for her, but finally she was there, even if she had so much worry in her eyes.

"I thought...Oh Jesse, I'm so glad you're okay...are you okay?" Isabel- Dream-Isabel - asked me and looked at me. I nodded, touching her cheek.

"I'm okay. Why wouldn't I be?" I asked with a small smile.

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Kyle

"Let them wait. This is important. ... I think you're right Kyle. There is something there," Something in me stopped. He said there was something. Could this mean he felt it too? Did I have a chance...No..Of course not. There wasn't any chance. But still my heart was beating more.

"But, I can't. I'm glad you told me, Kyle. I am. But I can't betray Liz..." Max's words brought my heart back to it's normal beating. I looked down, away from his eyes. Of course. Liz. I felt a sudden frustation. I couldn't keep my words inside of me. No. I needed to get my thoughs out even if it ruin us.

"It's always her isn't it? It's always Liz. What is it that draws you to her? There is nothing in her.." I said. I liked Liz, for real, but with Max she wasn't...She wasn't herself. "She's done so much. Liz has always been hurting your feelings. Always. And still you want to be with her. It's pathetic..."

I wanted to be quiet, but I couldn't. I didn't want to say bad things about Liz, but everytime she was with Max...Everytime she just got to my nerves. It was alwasy her he was looking at. Always.

"Sometimes...I wish you two woul've never gotten back together...." I finished and wanted to run. Run away from him. From all.

*Max*

"It's always her isn't it? It's always Liz. What is it that draws you to her? There is nothing in her.." Kyle demands. At first he just sounds jealous, and I try to feel some compassion for him, but when he says there's nothing in her, that's crossing the line.

"She's done so much. Liz has always been hurting your feelings. Always. And still you want to be with her. It's pathetic..." Kyle says. I feel myself getting tense, resisting the urge to start fighting, but it's not easy. How dare he? How dare he talk that way about Liz?

"Sometimes...I wish you two would've never gotten back together...." he says.

I grit my teeth, but keep my lips closed so he can't tell. My fingers curl together in something looser than a fist but more dangerous. I can feel my power waiting to flow out. I won't do it, 'tho. I'm not Michael; I can control myself. Kyle is a friend. He's frustrated. He's confused.

No. He's not confused. He knows exactly what he wants. He knows what he's saying.

"But we did," I say. "We are together. She's my wife." I deliberately calm myself looking for the compassion I'd known a few minutes ago. I try, but my voice is still tense as I continue. "Kyle, I've loved Liz since we've both been in third grade. It hasn't been easy, but I know she loves me, too. I don't want you talking about her like that!"

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OOC - don't worry. Kyle's words will get through to Max shortly, when he has some time to think about it.

Isabel

Yeah, how was I supposed to answer that? Because I had a nightmare? Right. Come on, Isabel, snap out of it.

But . . . he had a right to know. Not about my stupid dream, but about the danger he was exposed to. From the moment we met, I had put him at risk. And now, we couldn't be together, but still he wasn't safe.

I'm cursed. I'm cursed! I cried inwardly. First Alex, now this. You're one lucky girl in the cupid's department. Too bad hell is after you.

"Just- just promise me that you'll be careful, okay?" I said tearfully, my heart aching as he touched my cheek. "Promise me."

I was scared, truly and honestly terrified that something might happen to him. He might brush it off as nothing, but he wouldn't understand . . . no one would understand the feeling I was having, a feeling that seemed to foretell of something less than pretty.

Kyle

"But we did. We are together. She's my wife. Kyle, I've loved Liz since we've both been in third grade. It hasn't been easy, but I know she loves me, too. I don't want you talking about her like that!" Max says, sounding a bit tense. I rolled my eyes, even if that wasn't what I really wanted to do. I wanted to run. I still did. But the "I don't like Liz Evans" side of me seemed to have won it's way through me.

"But has she been in love with you all that time, Max?" I asked. "I don't even remember her looking at you until you healed her.." I was beginning to make stupid theories and saying them out loud. I guess the words that had been wanting to get past my lips were running out now.

"I mean, wake up! She barely noticed you! But then you safed her life...She was all over you. She left me for you..." I continued. "I was angry at her, and I still am. But from different reasons. She went to a boarding school and left you...she yelled at you about...Tess. But you still.."

He wouldn't like me talking like this, but I felt like it didn't really matter. I had nothing to hide, nothing to lose. He wouldn't love me back even if he'd realize that Liz wasn't right for him - or at least not in my opinion.

"And I can talk about Liz any way I like...You can't control that" I finished and finally started walking away.

Jesse

"Just- just promise me that you'll be careful, okay? Promise me.." Isabel said to and I nodded.

"I promise...I promise. I'll always be carefull. No matter what happens..." I said and kissed her cheek silently.

"I'll keep myself safe until we meet again. But you need to promise me to be safe too...Okay?"