Title: "Matthew's Haven".
Category: AU… Max and Liz of course, can't write anything else. But the whole gang will be there, too. No aliens.
Rating: will become ADULT at some point.
Disclaimer: Nope, I still own nothing related to Roswell unfortunately. However the characters of 'Matthew's Haven show' belong to me and my overactive imagination.
Summary: Okay, what can I say without giving too much of the plot??
-Maxwell Evans is a famous actor who's the main character of a new TV show called 'Matthew's Haven'… they have been airing the series for almost a year now and a new actress is supposed to come and join the crew. Guess who is that, huh?
-Max doesn't know her since she's only making her debut, all he knows is that she is supposed to be playing 'Helena', 'Matthew' 's soul mate, the one and only love of his life… well you get the picture. ('Matthew' and 'Helena' were best friends since childhood, until 'Matthew' moved when he was 11, and then they lost contact. 7 years later 'Helena' moves to Glenwood, New Mexico too where Matthew is now living and when they meet again,… sparks fly. Will the 'reality' join the 'fiction'?? )
-Elizabeth Parker has been chosen to interpret a new character in a very successful American series. It's her first important contract, but she knows nothing about the show, -- except the general story line and who she is supposed to be -- since she has been living in England, France and Spain for the last three years and has only come back to the United States recently. She doesn't know who Maxwell Evans is either.
-Elizabeth is originally from Albuquerque and the series is shot in Roswell.
Guess what happens when they meet??
AN: Hey guys
Okay, I don't know if anyone still remembers this story, well actually, I know some of you do, but well, since it was lost in the depths of the repost board -but of course, don't worry I know I'm the only one to blame
- I thought that I would just post it here again, before giving you what maybe some of you are still waiting for… a new part. I know, I know, it's been so long that you probably don't believe it 
, but I have 7 chapters to prove you wrong 
In the meantime of course, any feedbacks will be welcome and greatly appreciated, so don't hesitate. They'll actually be all the more appreciated since not only was the last thread pruned before I could saved all your feedbacks
… but that way I'd also see if there are still some people who wish for this story to be finished. Besides that… things you should know if you didn't read this before of if you just forgot:
Almost all the usual characters of Roswell are actors of the show, so I'm just going to give you the names of everyone in this fic and who they are supposed to be in the series. Hope it won't be too confusing.
Elizabeth Parker:Helena Foster, also called Lena by her friends and Line by Matthew.
Maxwell Evans:Matthew Bell , also called Matt by his friends.
Maria Deluca:Noelia Delamico, Helena's best friend to be.
Michael Guerin:Joshua Stevens , Matthew's best friend. Called Josh.
Isabel Ramirez:Deborah Bell, Matthew's sister.
Alexander Whitman:Andrew Johnson, Deborah's boyfriend. Called Andy.
Kyle Valenti:Anthony Johnson, Andrew's brother. Called Tony
Tessa Harding:Sarah Sheridan . (haven't decided yet if she is going to have any friends!
) Has been in love with Matthew ever since meeting him.(I'm only telling you this to make the situations easier to understand since a lot is going to happen in the show that's going to have some repercussions on the 'actors' 'life.)
Maxwell and Tessa are together (yeah I know
Go figure!)Sean Taylor is Elizabeth's boyfriend. (for now!
) He moved to the United States to be with her.Ana is Maxwell's sister.
And well… the banner is still Marteloise's work
… thank U again 
Chapter one
Max drove the streets of Albuquerque as fast as he could, trying his best to not be caught in the traffic jam.
Her plane was due to arrive in less than fifteen minutes and he still had almost half the town to cross before being able to take first Gibson and then south on Yale Boulevard to finally reach Albuquerque International Sunport. If he reached it one day. Anyone with brain could tell it was a 'suicidal operation' knowing that it was almost lunch time and half of Albuquerque would soon be in their cars trying to join their domicile.
Sure he knew he should have left earlier and saved himself that trouble but like always he couldn't be on time and had chosen the worst moment to leave. He might have had many qualities but punctuality was definitely not one of them. One way or another he was always running late and even with the best will in the world, it seemed that he just wasn't able to change. And now, here he was again, praying that he would reach her on time. Of course he had no doubt that she would wait for him, but he just wanted to be there when she would get off her plane. He wanted to be the first face, the first 'familiar' face, she would see after having been away for so long.
After interminable minutes and many curses on the way, he finally entered the airport parking facility and spotting the first free space, he parked his brand new jeep as well as he could. Just when he was getting out of the car, though, a group of students, most of them schoolgirls who obviously were leaving for a scholar trip, passed him by and immediately he knew he was in trouble. Having been here and gone through this several times before, he knew that even with his sunglasses on there was simply no way he would be able to go unnoticed.
'Here it goes' he thought when he heard the first 'Oh. My. God'.
Mentally preparing himself, he sighed knowing what would come next.
The cries, the screams, the squeals. His name being called repeatedly and girls almost fainting on his path.
Have you ever tried to avoid a bunch of very young, very excited and very much obsessed teenagers. It's definitively easier said than done. But it was the occupational hazards some would say. 'You chose the job! Cope with it then'.
So yes he was an actor. And a famous one furthermore.
Most of the time he found it pretty 'cool' to be recognized wherever he went, and truth was that he simply loved to be known, loved to be famous. He had worked so hard to reach this: the celebrity. It was his dream come true since for as long as he could remember he had always wanted to be there. In the spotlights, with the famous and the rich, with the known and the envied. Yeah, call him a dreamer or whatever but ever since childhood he had known he was 'different'. He had known that he was gifted, known that he would become 'someone'. And now the world knew how talented he was as well.
He had started by appearing in some commercials but soon the roles were coming and he only had to wait for them and choose those that really stirred something inside of him. Those that he knew had been written just for him.
He had really begun acting at 15 and he might only be 22 by now, but he had already made something like ten more than successful movies and even if sometimes he had only played a little part in them, his performances had always been warmly greeted by the critics.
After his last movie though, a little more than one year ago, he had been proposed a role he had known he couldn't refuse and ever since he had been the leading character of a new TV series called 'Matthew's Haven', and with that his career had taken a new turn.
Matthew Bell was an 18 teenager who lived in Glenwood, New Mexico, with his parents and sister and who led a normal life. At least as normal as being a precocious and gifted child could allow you to live. He was what others would call a 'genius', with incredible intellectual abilities and an easiness to understand the most complicated things that many envied.
The series depicted his every day life, his relationships with his family, his friends, and his surrounding, his joys and his pains, his internal battles, his desperate need to be understood and his desire to just blend into the mass and not be considered like a phenomenon or some kind of freak.
Didn’t sound so enthralling at first sight, huh? But the show was gathering up more fans than anyone had thought possible at first and ever since the first airing its popularity had never stopped growing. It was simply amazing how people seemed to love it, and identify so much with the different characters, and ever since the first episode Max Evans's name had been on everyone's lips.
Everyone knew him. Whether they loved him or they despised or hated him, everyone knew who Maxwell Evans was, or at least what he looked like and what he was doing. Whenever he appeared somewhere, whether it was for a TV program, for some charities, or for some interviews, the fans simply became hysterical. They loved him. And he loved them as well. He knew he wouldn't be where he was if it weren't for his numerous fans.
Okay, so maybe to be honest he should add numerous 'female fans', but he at least didn't care. He loved the attention they showed him. Generally.
However even if most of the time he tried to deny it, he also knew he wasn't just a talented actor, and knew that most of the teenagers and women didn't love him only for his acting skills. He also was a very handsome, very well built and sexy man, or at least that was how most of the magazines described him.
Funny how you grow up thinking you're not so special and hating so many things about your looks and a few years later you're considered as the embodiment of most of the women's fantasy, or are voted one of the 50 sexiest men in the world. Go figure, huh?
Yes, celebrity was odd sometimes but he didn't think he could live without it anymore. It had become his life and he had learnt to deal with it.
But today was different. Today the simple fact that people seemed to recognize him so easily and wanted to stop him so that they could maybe have a chance to talk with him, take some pictures of or with him or have an autograph was almost annoying him. Usually he would comply immediately and with a smile, but today he would do anything to be anonymous again because today his sister was coming home again and he was the one to pick her up.
Ana. She was his older sister and they had grown up being always very closed. They shared a connection he thought most of the siblings didn't share or even knew of. Sometimes they could have silent conversations and were able to understand each other perfectly nevertheless. Just like that, without a word. It always amazed him in fact how Ana was able to know exactly what he thought or what he felt, what he wanted or what mood he could be in just by looking at him. She certainly was the one and only person who really knew exactly who he was.
Not Max Evans the actor. Not Max Evans the public figure, the well-known and famous, the one everyone thought they knew on the outside when they only knew what he let them see, what he wanted to show them.
No, Ana saw inside of him like no one else could. Ana simply knew his mind, his soul, what made him who he was. She just knew HIM.
So yeah, maybe it could seem weird to think such a profound and deep connection could exist between a brother and a sister, but that was exactly how it felt, how he felt, and though until now he had never felt 'connected' this way with any other woman beside Ana, he often wished that some day he would be able to 'connect' even more deeply and completely with someone else. He wished that some day someone would take his heart, claim it and stir in him the most amazing and unbelievable emotions, the most unrestrained and deep passion. And he wished that someone would show him that it was indeed possible to share everything, to share himself, heart, mind, body and soul, completely and without any reserve with someone else.
But he had yet to find that someone. As crazy as it seemed Max Evans could certainly have any woman in the world if he wanted her, but he had simply never felt this way. Max Evans had simply never really 'loved'.
So true, he wasn't single right now since he was currently dating Tessa Harding, one of the other actresses of the series, and some thought that they were the cutest couple ever, but Max knew she wasn't THE one. Though he truly and sincerely cared for her, and maybe in some way -or just in his own and particular way- he did love her, it wasn't the mind blowing, breathtaking, earth shattering love. The one that you know without a doubt will never fade, the one that you can't get out of your head, the one that becomes your one and first priority, your only obsession, the one that you simply know without a doubt you will never, ever, be able to live without and let go again.
No, at 22 he was still waiting for the right one to come into his life.
But little did he know that sometimes your life could change drastically when you less expected it, and that fate had a way to work that simply couldn't be denied or stopped.
About twenty autographs later, an endless series of pictures and a last 'Sorry, but I'm really in a hurry', Max was finally able to extricate himself from his very demanding fans, and after deciding that putting the cap he constantly kept in his car on was the only way he would be able to survive in a very crowded airport and avoid any more 'badly timed harassment', he rushed through the mass of people that were hastily coming in and out, and hoped that he wasn't too late.
After being around the world for two long and interminable years, traveling and discovering foreign countries, Ana was finally coming back and though they had never lost contact and had tried to call each other as often as possible, Max was really glad that it was over. He was quite busy with the show and everything that came with celebrity but having his sister near him again and knowing that he now would be able to see her and talk to her whenever he would feel the need was the best feeling ever, and he knew he would do his best to spend every free moment he would have with her.
She had so much to tell him. He still couldn't believe the number of countries she had visited during those two years. Truth be told, if he hadn't been already in the spotlights back then, he certainly would have left everything behind and gone with her to travel the world, but he hadn't been able to do so then, so now he only hoped that Ana would have enough pictures, tapes or whatever she had brought back with her to show him everything about her long journey, everything she had seen and experienced herself and give him the impression that he had been with her. But knowing her, it shouldn't be a problem.
Finally reaching the core of the arrival terminal, he slowed down his pace and checked the arrivals indicator to see if her plane had already landed. Just when he spotted her flight, an elderly couple walked by him and he looked amused how they pulled with great difficulties the heavy amount of luggage they were carrying with them. What all the stuff they had in there was he couldn't tell, but anyone could see that it was definitely too much for two old and frail people.
Stepping backwards to make room for them he never saw the young woman who was passing behind him at the same time and literally bumped into her, almost knocking her off balance. But though she was able to stop herself from falling, she wasn't as lucky with her handbag. It escaped her hands and fell directly at Max's feet.
Red with embarrassment, he quickly bent down to get the stranger's purse and not even looking at who had collided with him he started to apologize, hoping that no one would recognize him just now. He had been doing a pretty good job at hiding behind his sunglasses and cap until then, but just that stupid act could draw too much attention on him again and that was definitely not what he needed right now.
"Sorry… I wasn't paying attention… I…"
"No… it's okay… it's not your fault… I wasn't looking either." Max heard 'her' say, and he couldn't help but think that that voice had to be the sweetest sound he had ever heard.
Slowly he stood up and for the first time really took in the stranger's appearance, his eyes traveling from her stiletto shoes to her ankles and calves, from her perfectly shaped and tanned thighs to the soft curves of her hips and breasts, until he reached her delicate bare shoulders, and his first and should he say only coherent thought was that such an outfit or body should be illegal.
'She' was clad in a burgundy mini-skirt that showed more thigh and skin than his poor heart could take and a matching wrap-over top that seemed to have been directly sewed on her.
Oh, damn. Was it suddenly very hot in here or was it only his body temperature that was dramatically increasing along with his heart rate?
He had stopped at her neck and now was almost afraid to look at her face. Afraid to be disappointed, and at the same time praying that he would be.
'She's got an ugly face, right?!' he almost hoped, sure that he wouldn't survive this encounter if her face was anything like the rest of her body. Yeah, she HAD TO HAVE an ugly face. After swallowing hard, he hesitantly looked up and his breath instantly caught in his throat.
Hadn't someone said that the human brain could suffer irreversible damage if or when submitted to an important and too long lack of oxygen? He would surely spend the rest of his life in a vegetative state if he didn't stop looking at her and didn't remember how to breathe again, and fast.
'Come on Evans, you can do it. Breathe in. Breathe out.'
Who was this girl and where was she coming from? Heavens?
She had to have the most red, glossy and kissable lips he had ever seen, and her eyes. Oh God, those eyes. Was it even normal to have such large and expressive chocolate doe eyes.
Whoever she was, in his eyes she defined perfection. And she took his breath away. Literally.
God, he had met thousands of beautiful women ever since he had started his career, but never in his life had anyone come close to her. Beautiful didn't do any justice to the apparition in front of him. She was 'out of this world', 'not of this earth' beautiful. She was enchanting. She was magnificent. She was almost indescribable. She was just too much to be described with simple words in fact, and he was totally and completely captivated.
She wasn't real, she couldn't be real, he kept repeating himself.
He was dreaming, or his mind was conjuring up his feminine ideal before his eyes, somehow materializing what could be his dream girl in front of him, or whatever, when she didn't actually and really exist. No, she just COULDN'T be real.
He heard her clear her throat and immediately blushed, realizing that even with his glasses on he surely had been caught staring at her. If what he was doing could be called just 'staring' of course because devouring her with his eyes would definitely suit better.
And that smile, he thought his eyes lingering on her lips again. What was she trying to do with that smile? Trying to kill him?
"Hmm… Uh… Sorry again…" he stammered, his voice just above a whisper, when he realized that she had to be waiting for him to say something. Man, what was suddenly wrong with his vocal cords. "…I … here's your… purse…" he finally managed to say, and extended his hand to give her her purse back.
"I'm M-Max…" he stuttered once more, trying his best, though, to ignore and not be affected by the jolt of electricity that coursed through his entire being when her fingers brushed over his own.
'I'm M-Max…' Uh?? Lame, lame, stupid, stupid YOU, he berated himself.
Oh please! Could someone put him out of his misery and show him the nearest wall so that he could go and bang his head against it. He was an actor for heaven's sake, and how many times had he introduced himself so miserably, huh? Not one! And of course it had to happen just now.
"Thank you… I'm L-L…." she started to answer before catching movement behind his shoulder and seeing two figures frantically gesturing at her.
Oh, here they were she thought.
"Actually I'm… late… I mean I'm expected… sorry… Bye!" she finished awkwardly before flashing him a shy smile and running to join her friends.
'Late? Expected?…… Uh, NO! wait… don't go… don't leave me yet', his mind suddenly and incoherently screamed when he saw her leaving, begging him to keep her, begging him to find something, anything to have her stay with him. But she was already too far away from him and heading towards two other brunettes who without a doubt had to be her friends. And by the look of it, close ones.
Max watched as they jumped up and down laughing and screaming, obviously more than happy to see her again, before engulfing her in their embrace, and he wished he could be one of them even only for the shortest instant just to know how it felt to hold her in his arms.
Unable to tear his eyes away from her, he continued to observe her from afar, trying to memorize every inch, every curve of her body. God, even that tight bun she had put her hair in and that he would have found austere on any other girl her age was simply perfect on her.
Was it possible for someone to mesmerize you completely and capture you, to invade your every thoughts and consume them in only two seconds?
Was she some sort of enchantress? Some witch sent here to cast a spell on him? Whoever she was and whatever she wanted he swore he would give her willingly.
Her name, he suddenly thought. She hadn't even given him her name. What could the name of such a beauty be? Obviously something with an L.
Lindsay?… Laurie?… Loretta?… Lauren?… Loana?… Lana?… he wondered.
Uh-huh. No, nothing like that seemed to suit her.
She had to have a special name. A different, original name. Something that made you want to repeat it over and over again. Something that made you want to scream it in ecstasy indefinitely, tirelessly, endl………
Okaaay, so maybe he should take Tessa's incessant and not so subtle suggestions and offers on and finally 'get laid' because he definitely seemed to have a problem.
Where the hell had that come from?
And for the love of God, would you just please stop looking at her butt, he suddenly groaned.
"I really missed you girls!" Liz laughed and told her friends, refusing to let go of them just yet. She knew she was nearly crushing them both to death but she didn't care.
God, it had been so long since she had seen them. Three years. Three long -too long- years without her 'favorite twins'. How she had survived to that was really beyond her.
Tiphany, Angelica, her twin sister, and Liz Parker had grown up together and been best friends for as long as they could remember since Liz's mother had been the two sisters' day-care lady. They were the same age, and were simply inseparable, going everywhere together and obstinately refusing to part. Wherever one went, the two others followed, at least until Liz's father found a new job in England and had to take all his little family with him. Back then they used to do everything together, share everything together and therefore the separation had really been heartbreaking for the three of them, but most particularly for Liz.
Leaving your best friends, the one that you had known and trusted all of your life, when you were only seventeen and you needed them more than anything else in the world was really hard, maybe the hardest thing Liz had had to do until this day, but now with this new role she had been offered -okay, so to tell the truth it was actually her 'first important' role since till now, in England and later in Spain she had almost always been an extra or had only had a few token roles- she was home again and nothing could feel as good. They really had to make up for lost time even if they had been almost in constant contact ever since Liz had left for Europe. But knowing her friends, they surely had tons of new stories to tell her already, and therefore Liz was really glad that she wouldn't have to start working until the next week. That was definitely a positive point.
Of course she planned on staying at her friends' house, here in Albuquerque, for the next week first and then, since the set was in Roswell, she would still be able to go to and fro between the two cities easily on the weekends, and that would give them all the time and opportunities they needed to catch up on everything they had missed in each other's lives between the last time they had talked on the phone and now.
Absolutely not caring if the whole airport heard them, Liz suddenly heard Tiphany and Angie squealing her name again like they still couldn't believe that she was really here, and she couldn't help but laugh at their antics. Oh yeah, some things and some people never changed, but she wouldn't want them any other way. She was going to have the time of her life here. A new house to live in, a new job, and her two best friends, what more could she ask for?
"Liz" Max whispered, letting the name roll over his tongue.
Hmm, Liz, the sweetest music to his ears, he thought dreamily after hearing her friends calling her. He could already picture how and how many times he could repeat it. How he could scream it or murmured it, sing it or just breathe it, whisper it or…
Man, get a grip! he grunted inwardly. God, he really needed to get laid. And make that soon.
"Hey handsome… were you waiting for me?" he suddenly heard a very familiar voice coming from behind him and thanked God he was at least temporarily pulled out of his reverie and his oh so not pure or innocent thoughts.
"Ana" Max turned around and yelled as soon as he realized that his sister had finally arrived. "God, I missed you so much… Sooo much!" he whispered then, immediately taking her in his arms and holding her as tightly as he could.
"Me, too, little bro… me, too!" Ana replied grinning and wrapped her own arms around his waist. How it felt good to be home again, she sighed and closed her eyes, savoring the moment, content to finally be back where she belonged.
Just when she was opening her eyes again, something drew her attention and she noticed a little brunette who was heading out of the terminal but obviously couldn't help but glance toward them. Strange girl, she thought at first, but then sure that she was certainly a fan who had recognized Max, she dismissed the thought and holding her brother's hand, she went to retrieve her luggage, not even thinking about what her gesture could look like.
Liz turned one last time, unable to not look again at that stranger, "Max", who had literally crashed into her, and she sadly smiled when she saw him hugging and then holding the hand of a beautiful woman who surely had to be some top model.
'Must be his girlfriend', she thought but tried to not analyze the strange feeling that suddenly assailed her, the sudden pang that she felt in her heart.
Of course she had to be his girlfriend, who was she kidding, like such a gorgeous guy could be single anyway. But how she wished she could be her and take her place right there and then.
UH?? What was suddenly wrong with her? And where was that coming from now? she thought, almost shocked by her own thoughts.
Okay so he might have had those incredible lips that just screamed 'please kiss me, it will be so worth it' and a body to die for, and sure smelling so good should definitely be forbidden, but she hadn't even been able to really and clearly see his face with those sunglasses and cap he had been wearing. She didn't even know him, didn't even know his last name or anything else about him, and she hadn't even had time to give him her own name. And besides she already had a boyfriend herself, and she loved him, right?
So what could it do to her if that… 'stranger' was already taken, was even married or what else, moreover when she was sure that she would certainly not see him ever again. Nothing, right? But then, why did it feel so wrong to see him with another girl?
Rapidly pulled out of her reflection by her two very talkative and excited friends, she turned around and left the airport, unfortunately missing how Max had turned to look at her one last time, too, and the sudden sadness in his eyes at seeing her leaving his life just as quickly as she had entered it.
End Chapter one
TBC...
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