Roswell Fanatics

Title: Evie Parts 1 2 & 3

Disclaimer: The characters of "Roswell" belong to Jason Katims, Melinda Metz, WB, and UPN. They are not mine and no infringement is intended. (The dialogue from 'The End of the World' episode will be returned as soon as I'm finished with it!)

Couples/Category: M/L, AU

Rating: TEEN

Summary: End of the World with a twist (not original I know, but give it a chance)

Author's Note: This is just a short fic, based on the songs by Stevie Wright - Evie Parts 1, 2 & 3. Not sure if many of you will know it since it was released in 1974 (definately before my time), but they're classics in Australia and recently redone by The Wrights (made up of members of Jet, Powderfinger, the Living End etc - okay you probably won't know them either, but they're good). So if you want to listen to the music while you read it, I would recommend the version by The Wrights.

And if you do know the songs, you'll realise there will be no HEA insurance on this fic

I wasn't going to write (or post) this until I had finished my other fics, but I couldn't help myself (plus my ego needs a boost since feedback is a little lighter than normal on my other fics - where is everyone this week?)



Evie Part I (Let Your Hair Hang Down)

I got some money in my pocket
I got the car keys in my hand
I got myself a couple of tickets
To see a rock n roll band

Oh little girl let's get on your shoes
We're gonna hear some sound
C'mon girl you know there ain't no time
To mess around

Evie, Evie, Evie let your hair hang down
Evie, Evie, Evie let your hair hang down
Evie, Evie, Evie let your hair hang down
Evie, Evie, let your hair hang down

You've got the body of a woman
The way you move it like a queen
You got the face to raise a riot
And still you're only seventeen

Oh little girl you're oh so shy
You hardly make a sound
C'mon babe you know there ain't no time
To mess around

Evie, Evie, Evie let your hair hang down
Evie, Evie, Evie let your hair hang down
Evie, Evie, Evie let your hair hang down
Evie, Evie, let your hair hang down

C'mon try it baby
Take me by the hand
There's a world out there for you
You're going to understand

You got the chance to make it
Who's gonna pick and choose
C'mon give me just one try
You know that you can't lose

Body of a woman
You know you make me lose my breath
You know you give me such a feeling
You only scare me half to death

Oh little girl you're so reserved
You hardly make a sound
C'mon baby you know there ain't no time
Don't mess around

Evie, Evie, Evie let your hair hang down
Evie, Evie, Evie let your hair hang down
Evie, Evie, Evie let your hair hang down
Evie, Evie, let your hair hang down

Let your hair hang down
(c'mon try it baby)
Let your hair hang down
Let your hair hang down
(c'mon try it girl)
Let your hair hang down
Let your hair hang down
(There's a world out there for you)
Let your hair hang down
Let your hair hang down
(Let your hair hang down)


When I woke up this morning, I really didn’t picture how the day was going to end. I had a mission, to make Liz agree to go to the Gomez concert with me, but I really wasn’t feeling confident of my success. I had just experienced the worst couple of days of my life. Two days ago I was feeling good. I felt as though Liz might be coming around to my persistence, and finally admit that she still loves me. I serenaded her with the Mariachi band, and I swear I got a smile out of her when I threw the roses up to her. But then, it all went to hell.

“Were you watching?” I demanded, on seeing Liz in Congresswoman Whitaker’s office, watching me talk to Tess outside the Crashdown.

“Um…”

“So, it was all a set-up.” I concluded.

“Yeah.” She admitted.

“You tried to get Tess and me together?” I asked, completely bewildered. This wasn’t like Liz. Not after how hurt she had been this summer about my so called ‘destiny’. Why would she actively encourage me to follow it?

“Look, I know that you must hate me right now. I, um …” Liz tried to explain. Hate her? Nothing could be further from the truth.

I did the only thing I knew I should do at that moment. I kissed her. And the amazing thing was … she kissed me back. The flashes were intense, and I could see that they took Liz’s breath away. The love was still there, she was just attempting to deny it.

“I felt that … and I know you did too, and I know you think that … that I need to let you go … for the sake of Michael and Isabel and my race … so you went to Tess. But she can’t be you. Tess can never be you.” Why couldn’t she understand that she was the love of my life? Why couldn’t she believe in me and our future together?

“Max, we have to stop this.” She pleaded. “We have to. I’m telling you that we have to.”

“Go out with me on Friday. There’s a Gomez concert in Santa Fe. I have tickets.” Now I was the one pleading. If she gave me just one night, I could show her how it could be between us.

“No. No, Max. I can’t go out with you ever again. Please stop doing this.”

I could see the pleading in her eyes, but I also saw a shimmer of hope, the hope she held that I would never stop loving her, no matter what she said.

So I replied the only way I could. “I can’t.”

That wasn’t the only time Liz tried to persuade me to give her up that day. Did I mention that was probably one of the worst days of my life?

“Ok, I … I just re-read ‘Romeo and Juliet’, and you know the first thing that I realised is that isn’t even the title. It’s called ‘The Tragedy of Romeo and Juliet’. They die. You know, she’s this young girl, she … she’s younger than me and she dies.” I can see the tears in her eyes at that moment, and I can see that what she’s saying is really hitting close to home. Doesn’t she realise that I would never let her die? I would do anything in my power to protect her?

“Look, I think the reason why people think that it’s such a romantic play is they don’t know what it’s like to be put in that position… but when your life … and other’s people’s lives are … are put at risk, there isn’t anything romantic about it. Max, you can’t stop what’s happening to you. I mean, your life will always be dangerous, but my life, it doesn’t have to be. My life is only in danger if I am with you.” Okay, that stung a little. Was she right? Did I only bring danger to the people I loved?

And the hurt just kept on coming…

“I … I want to be in love with boys … normal boys. I … I want to see my 21st birthday. I … I want to have a wedding day. I … I … I want to have children … and I want’ my children to be safe. You know Max, if … if you truly love me you’ll let me go. I may love you, but I … I don’t want to die for you.”

“Liz…” I began, sensing the speech was finally over, and wanting to say something in my defence. But what could I say? What she said was true. I couldn’t give her children, safety or any semblance of a normal life.

But like I’ve always said ‘what’s so good about normal?’ So that’s why I’m going to try one more time. Who am I kidding? I’m going to keep trying until she gives me a second chance.

* * * * *

So that’s how I ended up at her bedroom window on the night of the Gomez concert.

“What are you doing here Max?” She asked, after sliding the window up for me to climb through.

“Go to the concert with me.” I said, holding up the tickets.

“I can’t Max, we’ve been through this.” She replied, sounding almost exasperated. As she straightened up her room a little, I noticed the amount of tissues lying over the floor. Had she been sitting here crying over me? I wanted to comfort her, so I unconsciously took a step forward.

“Liz … please. Just one night. Forget that I’m an alien king … forget my destiny … forget the future. Just be with me.” I begged.

“I can’t! Please don’t make me do this.” She pleaded, as though I was asking her to do something terrible.

“What’s wrong Liz? It’s just a concert.” I asked, confused by her reaction.

“It’s never just anything with you Max. It’s all or nothing.”

“Please Liz …” I begged again, this time grabbing her arm.

As I did, she gasped, her body arched and her eyes fluttered as though she was receiving a vivid flash. I held onto her so she wouldn’t lose her balance

“What? What is it?” I asked, pulling her towards me when she finally came back to the present. I studied the look on her face, she looked confused, but then, just for a second, she looked almost happy.

“N-nothing.” Liz stammered, averting her eyes and pulling out of my grasp.

She sat back on her bed for a moment, head in her hands, almost shaking.

“Dammit!” She swore suddenly, looking up towards the ceiling, as though she was talking to God himself. “Fine … I’ll go. Just let me put on my shoes and grab a jacket.”

I was taken aback by her sudden change of mind, but I was so ecstatic that she had finally agreed to go with me that I didn’t question her on it. I wanted to show her that we could have a normal night out, and maybe, just maybe, I could make her see that I could give her the life she dreamed about.

* * * * *

The car ride to Santa Fe was long, but I was in paradise having Liz so close to me. She was quiet, even more so than normal, just staring out of the window at the barren desert as we passed. I wasn’t sure what to say. After the past couple of days, I was scared of saying the wrong thing and have her ask me to turn the car back around. She had tried to set me up with Tess, told me she wanted to date other people, that she didn’t want to die for me, yet here she was less than two feet away, going on a date with me. I had wanted this, but I was confused as to how it came about.

I was about to ask her what she was thinking, when she suddenly turned to face me.

“Max?” She said hesitantly, and my stomach lurched, wondering what she was going to say that would break my heart this time.

“Yeah?” I said, masking the nervousness in my voice.

“You know when I told you that I didn’t want to die for you…” At which point my knuckles were practically white as I clutched the steering wheel. “Well, I just want you to know that I lied.”

My head whipped around. That was not what I had expected. I immediately drove the car off to the side of the road and killed the engine.

“Wh-why did you say it?” I asked hesitantly. But the real question was - why would she die for me? Who was I that made me worthy of such a gift?

“Because … I was scared.” Liz admitted, meeting my eyes. They were so full I felt as though I could drown in them.

“And now?” I asked, wondering what had brought around the change of heart.

“I’m petrified.” She replied honestly. “But, I guess I’ve come to realise that some things in life are more important.”

“Like what?” I asked confused.

“Love.” She replied simply.

As I looked into her eyes I saw the love that shone from them and for the first time since my destiny was revealed, I knew that Liz and I would be together forever. Cupping my hand behind her head I pulled her towards me for kiss, more intense than the one I had stolen in Whittaker’s office. By the time we both broke apart we were panting for air, and for the first time in a long time, I saw Liz smile.

For the remainder of the car ride, I wouldn’t let go of Liz’s hand, and once we reached the concert she used that fact to drag me towards the front of the crowd to where all the dancing was going on. Liz, who was usually so shy and reserved, was drawing attention from all the guys by the way she was moving with the music. Her long brown hair was falling over her bare shoulders, and her hands seemed to move seductively over her body. God she was beautiful. And I couldn’t help but think that she would make a beautiful Queen by my side.

“You take my breathe away.” I whispered in her ear.

“You ain’t seen nothing yet.” She replied seductively, wrapping her arms around my neck and pressing her body against mine.

That night Liz was wild and crazy, as though she had decided to let go of everything that she had bottled up inside for so long and just live for the moment. I have to admit that part of me liked it, but the other part of me was scared. I longed to know what had caused this transformation, but she refused to give anything away. She had a secret that she just wasn’t willing to share.

* * * * *

“Can I walk you up?” I asked, still holding onto her hand, not having let go since leaving the concert.

“I think I know the way.” She teased, but making no move to leave.

“You never know, it is a dark alley.” I smiled. She was looking so happy and carefree. It was as though the past week hadn’t happened.

“Okay, Max Evans. You may walk me to my door.” Liz said, letting go of my hand while she got out of the car. I immediately felt the loss of no longer touching her.

As we reached her bedroom, she immediately began to shed her jacket and shoes.

“Well, I guess I had better be going.” I said, not wanting to overstay my welcome.

“Or … you could stay?” Liz said, raising her eyebrow. I had to do a double-take. Was Liz Parker trying to seduce me?

“I … um … well … what about your parents?” Yep, smooth Max, very smooth.

“They’re in Florida for the weekend visiting my Aunt. They won’t be back until Sunday.” She said, beginning to kiss my neck and nibble on my ear.

“Are you sure you’re okay Liz?” I asked. Not that I was complaining, but where did that innocent little girl go?

“Never been better.” She replied, starting to unbutton my shirt. That was enough invitation for me, and I attacked her lips with such forcefulness that I sent us both stumbling towards her bed.

So let me just say that when I arrived at her room that night, I hadn’t imagined anything happening between us other than innocently seeing a concert together. Making love had been the farthest thought from my mind, but here it was happening. I didn’t even have protection.

“Liz?” I say, after we both lay naked and sweaty on the bed staring at each other. I wanted to make sure she was okay, and didn’t regret what just happened. But her eyes fluttered to a close and her slow, even breathing told me that she had fallen asleep. I pulled the covers over her and snuggled in deeper next to her. I thought to myself, that if this night had all just been a dream, I hoped to God that I never woke up.

Thanks for the feedback everyone. I know I should probably be updating my other fics first, but my Evie muse dropped by unannounced. Tomorrow I'm hoping for a visit from one of my other muses ...


Evie Part II (Evie)

Evie
There seems so much to say
But if you know me well
You'd understand the way I do

Evie
Must be a better way
To say the things I feel
The love I only know with you

Oh but I don't know what it is
That makes me feel
The way I do
Oh Evie
I'm nothing without you

Evie
The sun is shining down
My eyes are open now
I see so much I never knew

Evie
I want to thank you now
For giving me this child
So much a part of me and you

But I don't know what it is
That makes me feel
The way I do
Oh Evie
Oh Evie
Oh Evie
I'm so much in love with you



“Liz!” I called, running down the street after her. We were in a place called Copper Summit, possibly filled with Skins – evil aliens sent to kill us all, and Liz was walking down the street in the middle of the night - alone. “Liz, what are you doing? We agreed none of us would go anywhere alone.”

“Fine.” She replied, turning to walk back to Walt and Ida’s house. There was something wrong - I could tell by the tone of her voice. But I was grateful that at least she was speaking to me. This was one of the first words she had said to me since we spent the night together. I’ve tried to speak to her since then, but she’s either been avoiding me or … no, she had definitely been avoiding me. The way she reacted when I asked her to come with me to Copper Summit, as though the last thing in the world she wanted to do was spend more than five minutes in a confined space with me. She refused point blank to sit in the front with me, and I couldn’t even get her to meet my eye as I watched her in the rear view mirror. Something was definitely wrong.

“Wait.” I said, grabbing her arm to stop her. Now that we were finally alone, I was going to get some answers. The ‘not knowing’ was what was killing me. If she regretted making love to me, I wanted to hear it. I needed to hear it.

“Max, look. I can’t do this right now.” She said, still unable to meet my eyes.

“Please Liz. Tell me what’s going on. You’ve been distant since … that night. I need to know. Do you regret what happened between us?” I asked, waiting with baited breath for the answer.

“No!” She replied immediately, looking into my eyes for the first time, just to show that she meant it. That definite answer was all I needed to make my heart soar. But it didn’t explain what was going on.

“Did I do something wrong?” I asked.

“No.” Liz almost smiled. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“I don’t get it. Why then have you been acting like you can’t stand to be near me?”

“I … I’m just dealing with all the implications of what happened between us.” Liz admitted.

“You mean our relationship? You know I don’t care about my ‘destiny’. I want to be with you.”

“I know.” Almost smiling again. That was twice in one night – I was on a roll.

“Then what is it?”

“I can’t tell you. Not yet.”

“When?” I asked. ‘Not yet’ meant she was planning to tell me, and I could live with that.

“Soon. Just … not here.” She replied.

“Okay.” I accepted. “But you will tell me, right?”

“I promise I will.” She agreed.

“Can I walk you back?” I asked, offering my hand. To my surprise, she took it, and didn’t let go until I saw her safely back to her room.

* * * * *

“Leaving so soon?” Greer said, as Tess, Liz and I tried to make a hasty escape from Whitaker’s funeral the following day. Did I mention Greer was one of those evil aliens sent to kill us? “You musn’t be in such a hurry to leave us. It appears our long search for the royal four has finally ended. How convenient of you to deliver yourselves to us.”

“She’s not one of us. Let her go.” Seeing Greer leer at Liz. I needed to get Liz out of here. She couldn’t protect herself like Tess and I could.

“She may be human, but she’s your Queen.” Ida said, coming up behind Greer.

Tess’ head whipped around to glare at Liz, who just took a step back not comfortable with all the attention she was suddenly getting as many of the Skins turned to glare at her too.

“You won’t remember me, but I remember you.” Greer said, returning his attention back to Max. “This is a moment I’ve waited for a long time.”

As soon as I see Greer fire a blast in our direction, the only thing I can think of is that I need to protect Liz, like an inbuilt protection mechanism. I immediately raise an energy shield to protect the three of us from the blast.

“How long do you think you can hold out against all of us?” Greer asks, as Ida, Walt and the other skins shoot their own blasts towards my shield.

“As long as I have to.” I replied defiantly. But he was right. There was no way I was going to be able to hold out against their power. After less than a minute I was already tiring.

“I can help.” Tess said, coming up behind me and putting her hand on mine. “Let my strength flow into yours.”

The additional strength Tess offered was enough to keep me going, but once she tired as well, we wouldn’t be able to keep it up. As the shield eventually faltered, both Tess and I collapsed in exhaustion. Now we were only able to wait for the inevitable.

“Well, it’s time for this little game to come to an end.” Greer said, with a smile on his face, slowly raising his arm again.

When I thought that the moment had come, and prepared myself for death, without the strength to even life a finger, I watched as Liz walked between Tess and I and placed herself in the firing line.

“Liz don’t!” I yelled, panicked that she was going to try and save me in vain. I watched as she raised her own arm to mimic Greer’s, and then raise another. Greer watched her with a smirk, but Liz didn’t even flinch. Her neck tilted back and a second later a blast of bright pure energy came shooting out of her hands and torso. After the light was gone, and my eyes were able to adjust once again to the dark, I saw that the hall was empty, except for the dust of ex-Skins floating slowly towards the floor.

“Wha- how did you do that?” I asked, turning my attention to Liz, who was looking at me in fear, as though she had even scared herself with the amount of power she had emanated.

“It wasn’t me.” Was all she replied before we were distracted by the sound of an explosion from down the street.

“Isabel!” I shouted, remembering that she had headed in that direction. Liz helped Tess and I get to our feet and run out of the hall to where Isabel, Maria, Michael and Courtney were already jumping into the Jetta.

“Let’s go.” I said, indicating that Tess and Liz should get into the jeep. I didn’t want to risk getting caught up with any more skins that had managed to survive Liz’s blast, or the explosion in the barn.

And all I could think the entire drive home to Roswell, again watching Liz in the rear view mirror, was that Liz was definitely hiding something, and it wasn’t going to be anything remotely close to what I had been expecting.

* * * * *

“Max. We need to talk.” Liz announces the following day. I was sitting with the gang in the quad at lunch, and Liz had been MIA all morning - even skipping biology, which she never did.

“Sure.” I said, excusing myself from the table and watching as Michael used the opportunity to polish of my fries in my absence. The gang were surprisingly light-hearted since the mass-destruction of the skins the day before, but I guess that comes from no longer having to look over your shoulder. Nicholas was still out there somewhere, but as Courtney explained, his husk had a limited time frame, and he now had limited man-power.

I followed Liz to the bleachers in silence, reaching for her hand, but she had pulled her sweater over them, absently pulling at the stiches as though nervous about something. Now I was really starting to get worried.

“What is it?” I asked, hoping I wasn’t in for another one of her heart-wrenching speeches.

“I wanted to explain about yesterday.” Liz began, not taking a seat beside me on the bleachers, but pacing back and forth in front of me. “About my … uh, power.”

“How did you do it?” I asked in awe, remembering just how powerful she had been. I don’t think the four of us put together could have rivalled it.

“Like I said … it wasn’t me.” Liz repeated.

“What do you mean? I saw you.” I stated. The image of it had been burned into my brain.

“There’s no easy way to say this Max, so I’m just going to come out and say it… I’m pregnant.” She announced.

“You’re … you’re what?” I asked, thinking maybe I had heard wrong. That had not been what I was expecting. I thought maybe she had inherited some of my alien abilities when I had healed her, not … pregnant?

“I’m pregnant.” She repeated.

“Wow… wow.” I said, letting it sink in. “So that’s how you were able to access all that power? From our child?”

“Yes.”

“How did you know you could do that?” I asked bewildered.

“He told me.”

“He…”

“Our son.” Liz replied.

“Wow … oh wow…” I just couldn’t digest it all, so I too began to pace. “What are we going to do?”

The moment the words left my mouth, a knew it wasn’t the most appropriate thing to say at the time.

“I know this is not ideal, and it puts you in more danger than you already are, but I’m keeping this baby Max.”

I just nodded. I knew there would never have been another option. We were going to have a baby. I couldn’t believe it.

“What about you?” I asked, taking her hand. “What is this going to mean for the rest of the school year? What about college?”

“I’m not going to college.” Liz said suddenly. “And I’ll finish school by correspondence.”

“What about your parents? My parents? What are we going to tell them?” Now I was thinking out loud. A million thoughts running through my head.

“We can’t tell them.” Liz announced. “It’s not exactly a normal teen pregnancy.”

“I know, but Liz … what are you saying?” I asked.

“I’m leaving Roswell.” She announced.

“What? Where are you going to go?” I asked.

“I don’t know yet. I’ll think of something.”

“Well, then I’m going with you.” I announced.

“What? Max, no. You have to stay here and finish school. You have your whole life ahead of you.” She argued.

“And you don’t?” I retorted.

She didn’t reply, but took a step away.

“Please Liz. Don’t shut me out.” I begged.

“I have to go.” She said, running down the bleachers and away from me, and out of school grounds.

And I was too busy processing everything she had said, to chase after her.

* * * * *

That night I waited for Liz’s shift at the Crashdown to finish before going up to her room to see her. I had skipped the rest of the day of school, and had taken a drive out into the desert. I eventually made my way up to the pod chamber to see the place of my ‘birth’. As I sat by my pod, contemplating about my future, no, our future, when it finally sunk in - I was going to have a son. Liz and I were going to have a son. We were young, I know, but at that moment, somehow I just knew it was meant to happen this way.

“Hey.” I said, as I climbed through her bedroom window. She was sitting cross legged on her bed, looking at a strip of photos of the two of us that we had taken back before Tess, before the white room, and before my so-called destiny.

“Hey.” She replied, putting the photos away.

“There’s so much I want to say, but I don’t know how to put it into words.” I began. “So, I was wondering … would you connect with me so I can show you exactly what I’m feeling.”

She nodded her permission, and I knelt before her on the floor, reaching my hands to cup either side of her face. The images began immediately, and I tried to convey through the connection just how much I loved her, and how excited I was at the prospect of having a child with her. I must have succeeded as tears began streaming down her face.

“I don’t know what it is that makes me love you so much. But I always have, ever since I first saw you when I stepped off the school bus all those years ago. I just know that I’m nothing without you. If you’re leaving, please let me come with you.”

“Are you sure?” Liz asked expectantly, as though she hadn’t dared believe that I would give up my life in Roswell for her.

“I want to have this child with you. I want to be a family. I want to give you the life you deserve.” I replied, still cupping her face in my hands, but gently wiping her tears with my thumbs.

“You don’t know how much it means to me to hear you say that.” Liz said, putting her hands on top of mine.

“Thank you. For giving me this second chance, and giving me this child. I love you so much.” Tears now streaming down my own face.

“I love you too Max.” She replied. And in that moment, even with the streaks on her face, she had never looked so beautiful to me. And as I placed my hand on her stomach, I conveyed the same love I had for Liz, to our unborn child, hoping he would know just how much his mummy and daddy loved him.

Thanks for the feedback everyone.

Begonia9508 - Or should I say Evie... It probably would have been a good idea to call the child Evie - I'll have to run my fics past you first in future!

Erina - Great as always to see you leaving FB. Yeah, I don't tend to write stories about characters getting pregnant that young (haven't kids these days ever heard of protection!), but it had to be done for the lyrics. I hope you enjoy it still

Elizabeth Kivana - Right back at ya! Thanks for the feedback.

Midnightstar 29 - Did I say there was no Future Max?... (he he)

Buffsteraddict - Thanks for the feedback. PS - love your image - the writer of 'House' deserves an Emmy.


On with the story. Sorry to anybody who didn't see this coming...




Evie Part III (I'm Losing You)

When I woke this morning
I was king of the world
Longing to know
If we had a boy or a girl
Yes I had a feeling
As proud as any man
Could ever hope to be

Without any warning
I don't know where I am
It seems so unreal
That I just can't understand
With each passing minute
The one that I love
Is slipping away from me

Before I know it I'm losing you
(yeah, yeah)
Losing you
Losing you
(I'm losing you)

Before I know it I'm losing you
(yeah, yeah)
Losing you
(ow)
Losing you

There's no need to worry
I can still hear them say
(hear them say)
For every minute
Every hour every day
(every day)
So just you relax
Take the weight off your back
There's nothing you can do

For how could they know
This simple thing could go wrong
For once in a million
It just happens along
(happens along)
I can't understand it
I can't think at all
I don't know what to do

Before I know it I'm losing you
(oh, oh)
Losing you
Losing you
(I'm losing you)

Before I know it I'm losing you
(losing you)
Losing you
(ow)
Losing you

Yeah
I'm losing you

I can't believe this is happening
I can't believe this is real
I don't believe I can take anymore
I can't carry on, no
I can't carry on

When I had the faith
Well I'd go down on my knees
Will somebody help me
Won't somebody please
So tell me I'm sleeping
Just tell me I'm dreaming
I wake up again

Before I know it I'm losing you
(losing you)
Losing you
Losing you
(I'm losing you)
Before I know it I'm losing you
(oh yeah)
Losing you
(yeah)
Losing you

Before I know it I'm losing you
(losing you)
Losing you
(losing you)
Losing you
(yeah)

Before I know it I'm losing you
Losing you
(yeah)
Losing you
(I'm losing you)
Losing you
(yeah)

Yeah

I'm losing you (losing you)
I'm losing you (losing you)
I'm losing you (losing you)
Yeah, yeah
I'm losing you
I'm losing you


So Liz and I left Roswell and found an apartment in Sante Fe. We wanted to get lost in a city that was bigger than Roswell, but didn’t want to venture too far from the rest of the ‘pod squad’ as Maria had labelled us. We didn’t know if Nicholas would come back, and whether there were any other skins that weren’t destroyed in Copper Summit. But it turned out Nicholas was the least of our worries. Our dupes, or twins I guess you could call them, turned up in Roswell one day spouting that they needed me to go to a Summit in New York to put an end to years of fighting. Michael gave me a call telling me to get my ass back to Roswell and deal with it. I dealt with it alright. I went to New York, turned down Kivar’s offer to hand the four of us over to him on a platter, and then returned to Sante Fe to my very pregnant girlfriend. The weirdest thing that came out of all of it was that before I left for the summit, Liz gave me a warning.

“Wait, um, Max... um... when... when you're at the summit, the Granilith, OK? It's powerful, and it could be really dangerous if the wrong people get their hands on it.”

“What are you talking about? How do you know anything about the Granilith?” I asked. Sure, Liz knew that we had found the Granilith, but I had never taken her to see it. I don’t know why, I guess Liz never expressed an interest. In fact, she always seemed to avoid the subject as though she didn’t want to here anything about the Granilith. That’s why the fact that she was bringing it up now seemed odd to say the least.

“Oh... I can't tell you. But I just... I know, and... please, Max. You have to trust me.” Liz begged, looking scared – I wasn’t sure what she was so afraid of.

“Of course I trust you Liz.” I replied, taking her hand. “But you will tell me what this is all about one day, won’t you?”

“I will. I promise.” She replied.

That was just one of the many instances where Liz Parker seemed to be hiding something from me. Our life together in Sante Fe while she was pregnant definitely had its ups and downs. Liz would go from being overjoyed at the prospect of having a child, and the next day she would be withdrawn and depressed, like she had the weight of the world on her shoulders. I tried to get her to open up to me and tell me what was going on, but with a sad smile she would tell me it was just the hormones. I guess I wanted so desperately to believe her, so I dropped the subject.

We didn’t know what to tell our parents about the baby, so in the end we told them we were going overseas on a school exchange program. Alex helped fudge the required documents, and Tess was useful in mind warping them whenever they spoke to the wrong people at school, or got too suspicious about our whereabouts. I felt guilty about lying to our parents, but what could we say without telling them about our ‘alien-status’? I wondered whether that was the reason Liz became so withdrawn. I know it was just as hard on her to be away from home.

The gang would come and visit whenever they could, with Maria bringing car loads of clothes and toys for the baby when it arrived. Isabel helped me change $1 bills into $100’s so I didn’t need to work, which enabled me to spend my days finishing my school work, and looking after Liz. Those few months were some of the best months of my life, being house-husband to Liz and looking after her when she got sick, or when she became too pregnant to move.

We had a plan for when the baby arrived. We didn’t want to risk anything by having the baby at home, but we couldn’t exactly just go to a hospital and give birth to an alien baby. In the end we compromised and had Michael and Tess on standby to come to the hospital with us. Tess would mindwarp the doctors and nurses into forgetting we were ever there, and Michael would remove all of the hospital records, blood samples, or anything else that could leave an alien calling card. We thought we had everything sorted, but you know what they say about the best laid plans …

The day finally arrived, and I rushed Liz to the local hospital. Michael and Tess were in Santa Fe on the ready, since we weren’t quite sure how long an alien/human pregnancy would be. I called them from the hospital and they were there within minutes, making calls to Isabel, Maria, Alex and Kyle while they drove.

The delivery went smoothly, and I was relieved that when the baby finally decided to show itself, it wasn’t green with three eyes or antennae. It looked like a normal, healthy baby boy. When they asked if I wanted to hold my son, I was as proud as any father could be. I couldn’t decide whether he looked more like me or his mother, but no matter whom he resembled, he was beautiful.

“There’s your mama.” I said, holding him up for Liz to see.

“He’s beautiful.” Liz smiled adoringly at her son, before lifting her eyes to mine. “I’m so sorry Max.”

“What do you mean?” I asked confused, just as Liz’s eyes slowly closed.

“Liz?” I asked, but she wouldn’t respond.

“What’s happening?” I asked.

“There’s nothing to worry about.” The doctor replied, check her heart rate and shining a light in her eyes. “It’s normal for the mother to be tired after such an ordeal. Baby’s a born every minute of every day. There’s nothing to worry about.”

Then the beep of the heart monitor began to slow down.

“Is that normal?” I demanded, this time I was panicking. “What’s going on?”

“Nurse.” The doctor said, indicating to me.

The nurse took my son from me and directed me out of the delivery room.

“What’s going on?” I repeated, this time banging my fists on the window that now separated me from Liz and my son, but the nurse drew the curtains closed.

I paced and waited for some news, any news. After five painstaking minutes, the doctor emerged from the delivery room.

“Mr Evans?” The doctor said, getting my attention.

“How is she?” I demanded, wanting to push past him into the delivery room.

“I’m sorry…” The doctor began.

“No.” I refused to believe it.

“… there was nothing we could do.”

“No!” I repeated again. This time I forcibly pushed my way into the delivery room, where a nurse was switching off the machines and writing up the time of death on Liz’s chart.

“Get out!” I demanded. The remaining nurses looked as though they were going to argue, but on seeing the look on my face, decided they had better comply with my request.

I ran to Liz’s side, and immediately began running my hands over body to find the injury and heal it. After ten minutes, and almost complete fatigue, I had to resign myself to the fact that I couldn’t heal her. Bringing my face within millimetres of hers, I stroked her hair, and kissed her lips. They weren’t yet cold, as though she was just sleeping.

“Liz, honey. I love you. I love you so much.” Tears began streaming down my face. “I don’t know how I’m going to survive without you. And our son … will never get to know his mother…”



A/N - Before you jump up and down and yell and scream at me, I promise there is one more part to come (I know the fic is entitled Evie 1, 2 & 3, so we'll just say that I can't count! ).

Thanks everyone

Okay - you all read the part at the very beginning when I said there was no 'happily ever after' insurance on this fic, didn't you? Okay, that said - this part should answer some questions. (I say as I quickly duck for cover...no heavy or sharp objects in my direction please!)


EPILOGUE

Two days later and I still couldn’t believe Liz was gone. Michael had to literally drag me out of the operation room, so the doctors could attend to her body. In the end, the only way he as able to persuade me to let go of her hand, was to remind me that my son was down the hall and needed me to be strong for him.

My son. He was so beautiful. Now that I had the chance to look at him properly, I decided that he looked more like his mother than me. Even two days old I could already tell he was going to have his mothers beautiful brown hair, and deep soulful eyes. And he had her smile. The smile that could make me weak at the knees and agree to anything she said. I knew from that moment that my child was going to be very spoilt.

Michael convinced me to leave the hospital after a couple of days, by reminding me that I should probably shower and change the clothes that I had been wearing since … well since before my life had gone to hell. Isabel and Maria were at the hospital watching over my son, so I took the chance to go back to the apartment and shower. As I stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around my waist, I saw Liz’s jacket hanging on the end of the bed. The jacket she had been wearing the night of the Gomez concert. She had been so wild and carefree that night… so much had happened since then.

C'mon try it baby
Take me by the hand
There's a world out there for you
You're going to understand

You got the chance to make it
Who's gonna pick and choose
C'mon give me just one try
You know that you can't lose

I had vowed to myself that night that I would do everything in my power to give her the life she deserved – the life she so desperately wanted. A normal life … a family … safety. I had given her a child, but had I taken her life in the process?

I slid to he floor and grasped her jacket in my hands, inhaling the smell of her that still lingered on the jacket. While I could smell her, I could pretend to myself that she was still alive.

Michael and Tess had taken care of everything at the hospital. Nobody seemed suspicious at all, and Tess had managed to mindwarp the nursery staff into believing that she had been employed by the parents to look after their child while in hospital. It was odd seeing Tess caring for my child, but I was grateful for all the help she had been. She had been shocked when I had first told her about Liz’s pregnancy, but she soon accepted it. Soon after, she and Kyle hooked up, and I have to admit that they seem perfect for each other.

My son would be coming out of hospital tomorrow, and I was petrified. Would I be a good father? Would I know what to do and say? Would he turn out better than I had? If Liz had been here I know she would have told me that I was going to be a perfect father and I would have believed her. But the truth is – I’m nothing without her by my side. I may be a King, but she was my Queen, my strength and my reason to live.

Oh but I don't know what it is
That makes me feel
The way I do
Oh Evie
I'm nothing without you

I decided to start packing up our apartment, not wanting to stay another moment in the place where I spent the happiest months of my life, and where every room reminded me of what I had lost. Now that I knew that my son was going to pass for a normal, healthy baby boy, I had decided to go home and face the parents. I wasn’t sure what I was going to say to Liz’s parents, but I had to tell them something. They deserved to be at Liz’s funeral. I didn’t expect them to welcome me into the family with open arms, but I hoped they would at least love their grandson.

As I was going through the dresser, packing up Liz’s writing materials, I found her old journal. I had never read it before, not wanting to invade her privacy, and now that I had the chance I still couldn’t bring myself to do it. As I went to place the journal in the box, an envelope dropped from its pages. The letter was addressed to me, in Liz’s handwriting.

When I had the faith
Well I'd go down on my knees
Will somebody help me
Won't somebody please
So tell me I'm sleeping
Just tell me I'm dreaming
I wake up again

I sat on the bed, running my fingers over the lettering for a moment, preparing myself for what I would find written inside. Carefully opening the envelope so as not to tear this special gift, I took the letter out and unfolded it.


Dear Max,

If you’re reading this it means that everything he said would happen has come to be. He tried to warn me, tried to stop me, but you can’t fight destiny, right?

But I guess I should start from the beginning...

In September, the week I tried to set you up with Tess, tried to tell you that I didn’t love you, that I didn’t want to die for you, and the same week we conceived our child, I had a visitor who told me about the future. That visitor was you, 14 years from now.

While you were serenading me with the Mariachi band, he was telling me that I had to make you fall out of love with me, otherwise I would die. I didn’t want to believe him, and tried to tell him that living without you would be just as bad as dying, but he was adamant. And you know there is nothing I could ever refuse you.

He told me that on the night of the Gomez concert you would come to my room, and that would be the night that I stopped pushing you away. Not only that, he told me we would make love and conceive a child. He warned me that it couldn’t happen, that if it did, I would die in childbirth, my body unable to handle an alien pregnancy. He had convinced himself that he would rather have me alive and not be with me, than know that I died because of who he is, and the love we shared.

At first I did as he asked. I tried to set you up with Tess, but as we both now know, and much to Kyle’s gratitude, that would have never worked. I tried to tell you that I didn’t want to die for you, but we both knew I was lying. I would do anything for you. But I was pleading with you to let me have more time. Time to see my 21st birthday. Time to fulfil my dream and go to college. Time to have my wedding day. Time to have my own family. When you came on the night of the concert, I was still determined to stop the future from happening as he had said it would - I wasn’t ready to die.

But that was before you touched me, and I saw the future.

Our child was going to be vital in the fight against Kivar 14 years from now when Kivar will eventually attempt to invade Earth. Our son was going to save the world.

So I did the only thing I could do. I had to make sure our son was born, even if it meant sacrificing my own life.

I hope you forgive me for not telling you, but I knew that you would try and stop me. You wouldn’t be able to bear losing me to a child that you did not yet know, and I couldn’t let that happen.

Future Max knew that if I had known about our son, and the man he was destined to become, I would not go along with his plan. But he had disappeared before I had received this image of the future. He disappeared when, as I now know, you had been talking to Maria about letting me go. I guess you had been convinced for a moment, and in that moment he was gone. Future Max had used the Granilith as a time-travel machine in a desperate attempt to change the future. In a moment of weakness he had been ready to put the lives of everyone we loved at risk. I don’t know what would have happened if his plan had worked.

So now that I am gone, please raise our son well, as I know you will. Please tell him that I loved him so much that I was willing to die for him, and I will always be looking down on him from heaven. Tell him to make me proud.

I love you Max. I always have, and always will. Please do not be sad for me. You once saved my life, and now I’m simply returning the favour.

This is not goodbye. I know that when the time comes, and you have accomplished everything you are destined for, you will find your way back to me.

Love Eternally,

Liz

PS – If you haven’t named our son yet, I think ‘Zan’ would be appropriate.


I re-read the letter a number of times before I comprehended everything she had told me. It explained so much – why she had tried to push me away, and why she had acted like going to the concert with me was the end of the world - because for her, it actually was. It also explained why, for the past few months, she had not been making any plans for the future. Liz had always been a planner, and for her to not apply to college, or even consider where we would be for the next few years had always seemed odd. Now it all made sense. She knew she wouldn’t be here.

I always knew that she would do anything for me, but this was above and beyond. She gave her life to save the world, and no-one would ever know. So that’s when I decided, I knew exactly what I was going to tell Liz’s parents, and mine for that matter. I was going to tell them the truth. They deserved to know what Liz had done for the rest of us – for mankind.

Years on I still wondered whether what Liz had done was right. I tried to tell myself that she had been manipulated, that the image she had seen was not real, that it had been a mindwarp. But how could I risk it? How could I risk the lives of billions in case she had been right, and our son was going to save the world from Kivar.

I thought of using the Granilith to go back and see Liz, to try and find another way that wouldn’t require her to die, but I couldn’t risk our son never being born. He was the most amazing person I had ever met, and each day he would manage to do something to astound me. Whether it was saying his first word, learning to walk, or learning to ride a bike. Years later I was even more amazed by his leadership skills and intuition. And every day I could see a piece of Liz in him. I knew she was up above somewhere smiling down on him – on both of us.

He would often ask about his mother, and when he was old enough to understand, I explained to him what she had done to ensure that he came into the world. He told me that he already knew, that he had always known. I guess he and Liz had formed a bond while she had carried him, and he had known everything. Only later did he tell me that she would visit him in his sleep and tell him how proud she was of him, and how much she loved him. Only later did I tell him, that she visited me too, to tell me the same thing.

So, did my son save the world? You bet he did. He was stronger than any of us. He defeated Kivar and then used the Granilith to return to Antar to become King. What did I do? I stayed on Earth. I know it sounds silly after so many years of disbelieving in God, but I didn’t want to stray too far in case, when I died, I didn’t go to the same place as Liz did. What if Antar had a different heaven? A different God?

With the Granilith gone I was unable to use it to go back in time and change the past. Would I if I could? In a heartbeat. But then, I would remember my son and everything he had accomplished, and know that the future turned out exactly as it should have.