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Title: Wrong Number
Author's: jake17 & Killjoy
Couples: M/L, T/K
Rating: Adult
Disclaimer: I own nothing Roswell
Summary: What happens when Max dials a wrong number and gets more than he bargained for...
Authors Note: This idea came from the brilliant mind of Killjoy, I fell in love with it immediately and had to write it!
I believe a lot of ideas from this story will be coming from him whether he likes it or not.. 
So please know that he deserves a lot of the credit for this story!thank you so much for letting me write this Killjoy!
Carrie
Chapter 1.
As the city began to hum with people Liz Parker rested her achy head against the cool glass of the yellow cab as it sped down upper Manhattan.
Fresh out of grad school the twenty four year old dark haired beauty was finding her first week in her new career more than challenging.
Although she was lucky enough to be working under the famous Byron Green restoring works of Art at the Met, the job was certainly not without its obstacles.
This was her dream job or so she thought. She mostly spent her time being criticized for her lack of artistic eye and her poor execution to detail.
In addition to this she had to constantly deal with Mr. Green’s roving eyes and his need to brush up against her several times a day.
Needless to say this was not turning out to be the passionate dream she has fantasized about ever since her grandmother brought her to see a showing a Picasso’s most famous works when she was a young teenager.
At age thirteen she was sent to live with her grandmother in New York City after her parent’s untimely death in a tragic plane crash.
It was a huge change from the tiny town of Roswell New Mexico but her Grandma Claudia did everything in her power to expose her to all that the city had to offer.
After a long period of adjustment, the culture proved to be life changing for Liz especially one rainy spring afternoon when her grandma noticed Liz looking especially down.
Figuring she was missing her parents she decided to take her to her favorite Museum hoping a change of scenery would help.
As she strolled aimlessly through the crowded museum something caught her attention.
Something deep and very personal connected her to a collection of paintings. Actually one painting in particular filled her heart with an understanding that grief and pain could be captured forever in something as simple as oil and canvas…. like a moment in time.
Picasso’s blue period filled the walls around her. As she gazed upon the work Blue Nude she began to cry. She could feel his pain with every stroke of his paintbrush, every curve of her body. It made Liz feel less alone in her anguish.
She sat for almost an hour filled with the ever-growing knowledge that she was not alone with her feelings of despair. This was a source of great comfort and peace for her.
From that point on she immersed herself in every art history book and visited every museum she could find. It was her savoir, her escape.
She was thinking of these innocent days as her feet ached and her head pounded. All she wanted was a hot bath and a tall glass of Merlot.
Before she knew it she was in front of her building and was being helped out by Ivan the doorman, a balding Russian older man she had known since she was a child.
Ivan was fiercely protective of Liz and often still thought of her as the innocent teenager that used to sit next to him at the front desk and gossip about the other tenants.
He was especially protective of her after her grandmother decided to move back to New Mexico feeling that the heat would better suit her progressing arthritis.
“Hello Miss. Elizabeth, how are you this evening?”
Liz sighed taking Ivan’s arm resting her long silky hair against his stark emerald uniform.
“Oh fine I guess. How are you?”
“Right as rain Miss Elizabeth you know me I’m not one to complain.”
Liz smiled as she backed into the elevator and waved goodnight.
As she watched the floors light up one by one she thought of calling her good friend Kyle over to cheer her up but soon realized this was his big night out with his dream girl Tess Harding.
Kyle lived in the building with her on the floor right below her.
The first day she moved in Kyle had flown by her on his skateboard speeding down the hall. Hearing his name loudly approaching he circled back and ducked down behind the cute brunette with the braids.
Of course this was strictly forbidden and when Ivan asked Liz where the boy with the blue skateboard had gone to Liz pointed in the opposite direction. They had been best friends ever since.
When she stepped off the elevator and searched for her keys she shook her head laughing remembering how he turned down her advice passing on a nice romantic night of dinner and Opera for a game at Yankee stadium.
Apparently tickets to see the Red Socks playing the Yankees was something that he was convinced would impress Tess more than romance…or knowing him he saw this as being romantic.
Quietly she was hoping he was having better luck with his love life than she was.
After a string of disappointing boring dates that consisted of Wall Street yuppies and young financial wizards, she decided a break was much needed.
She longed to have a conversation with a man whose favorite topic was not himself or his impressive bank account.
Money and success was the last thing in the word that would impress this deeply sensitive down to earth sweet girl.
After much reflection she decided to throw herself into her work.
Her passion for art ran deeper than restoration. Liz was an artist and her paintings they were her escape. She poured her heart and soul into every canvas. It was here where her dreams lived. Most days on her lunch break or well after hours she would throw herself into whatever world she had created.
This was deeply personal to her, in her mind she would never be good enough to actually show them in a gallery or anything, although it was her life's passion and her only real ambition she was far too critical to ever let them go.
So they stayed tucked away in a storage closet in the museum where she worked that Mr. Green had no knowledge of, with the only key in her possession her secret was only shared with only one person, the person that she trusted above any other, the boy on the blue skateboard, her best friend for life, Kyle Valenti.
She painted how she wanted the world to be. Images of lovers embracing in a field full of wild flowers and majestic castles in the backdrop of striking sunsets that felt like you were gazing into heaven itself.
Putting the key into the lock she heard her phone and ran thinking it was Kyle updating her on his big date, throwing down her purse and briefcase she quickly picked up the phone.
Breathlessly and almost whispering in case Tess was nearby she spoke with anticipation.
“Hello?”
“Yes I’m wondering if you could help me, I’m looking for information regarding the Zoning regulations for the Bernard building. I was told to speak to Mr. Lawson.”
Liz leaned up against the wall of her living room and slipped off her heels as she listened to the deep almost sensual voice that flowed from the phone.
She had received these calls often with her number being one off from the city’s zoning commissioner.
Something struck her as she was about her tell this stranger that he had the wrong number that made her laugh.
Max ran the tips of his fingers along his latest design captivated by her soft giggle. Suddenly he became intrigued by the female sweet voice.
“Did I miss something?”
“Oh you’ll have to excuse my manners I’m finding the music you have playing to be a little ironic.”
Did she really recognize this music? Now she definitely had his attention.
“Excuse me?”
Max Evans pushed his chair back from his drafting table fascinated by the soft breathy feminine tone coming from his phone.
“Forgive me it’s just that Les Troyen by Berlioz is my favorite opera and I was just trying to convince a friend of mine last night to have an open mind and take his date and then I pick up the phone and there it is. Its just the odds of hearing the same music is really-
“Serendipitous?”
"Serendipitous."
Max leaned back in his chair completely stunned by her response. Most of the woman he had met would have never even heard of that word.
A few seconds of silence hung in air until Max spoke again.
"Are you still there Miss?"
"Liz, Liz Parker but you've-
“Not that many people are familiar with that Opera have you seen it live?”
“Actually only once but I’ll never forget it, my parents took me when I was thirteen.”
As she pulled the bottle of Merlot from her cabinet she closed her eyes and let the music wash over her.
Between the husky deep sound of his voice and the story unfolding in the background that she had heard so many times she found herself wishing she didn’t have to end their conversation.
“Forgive me umm…Mr.-
“Max, Max Evans.”
“Well Mr. Evans-
“Please call me Max… Mr. Evans is my father.”
Liz smiled as the dry wine flowed past her lips.
“Ok Max, I’m afraid you have the wrong number.”
He was polite and an obvious gentleman and the sound of his kind sultry voice was intoxicating she thought to herself as she sipped her wine.
“Wrong number?”
“Yes the number is practically the same just change the last number to three, this happens all the time.”
Max turned off his desk lamp and stood staring at the city lights below thinking of a way to continue their conversation without coming off too forward.
Liz was doing the same as she sunk into her white deep cushioned couch and lit a large white candle that was placed in the center of the coffee table.
Taking a deep breath Max placed his forehead on the glass as he stared at a blinking red sign on the building across from him that read, Your destiny awaits you. Of course it was an advertisement for a vacation to Aruba but Max found a deeper meaning in the pulsating lights.
“So tell me just out of curiosity how does a teenager at thirteen fall in love with Opera.”
Liz bit her bottom lip and smiled at his question.
It seemed she wasn’t the only one who wanted their conversation to continue.
don't worry lightning is not going to strike them down tonight 
really hope you like this part! 
my muse has been playing hide and seek on me 
hopefully he will stick around for awhile 
