Title: Everything's gonna be all right
Author: Jenn
email: got2fly2u@hotmail.com
Rating: PG-13
cat: Max/Liz
Summary: Future Fic- Liz and Max are having problems but they find hope in love...
Even though we ain't got money
I'm so in love with you honey
And everything will bring a chain of love
In the mornin when I rise
Bring a tear of joy to my eyes
And tell me everything's gonna be all right
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
My husband holds the secrets of the world in his eyes. He never sits completely still but when he sleeps he breathes so shallow sometimes I have to check to make sure he's still alive. Pity washes through me each time I look at him, see how hard he works. Sometimes the waves are so strong they push me over and I don't think I don't think I can let him go on like this any more.
But he's proud. He wants me to finish school, to have the life I always dreamed of. He blames himself for everything, that we have to live like this, love like this. "If we never go married…" he says sometimes. I try to reassure him that it was the right thing to do. but usually I can't even convince myself that it was and I just kiss him softly and slip his shirt from his shoulders.
Loss of clothing always makes the problems seem lighter. It's as if the heartache and worry are woven among the threads, as if the tailor had them custom made, one thread for money, one for jobs, one for marriage, etc. And when you take the clothing all from you and push it from your mind the problems follow.
The trick worked the same tonight. He came home tired, exhausted is a better word. "Liz," he said. I quieted him with a finger not wanting to hear. I knew already anyway. It was either, "We're too young," or "Maybe we should go back," or "I don't think I can." And I was too tired to hear them, too afraid I might listen. And they all led to the same thing, home/.
Home, Roswell. We had left determined to never look back, just as the others ha done. And sometimes we lay in bed and wonder, wonder if they dream of home as much as we do. but we left, and we can't go back, New York, or whatever other city we land in is better than Roswell, New Mexico.
So tonight we didn't worry about food or tomorrow or anything else we usually spend hours worrying about before the clothing hits the floor. Tonight we made love.
It was sweet, just as it always is. But tonight it was different. I actually felt. There was emotion coursing through my veins, new and raw. It cut through me like knives and needles, cut the stone my insides had become and let my body move again.
And as I looked into his eyes I was the pain he always tried to hid bubble to the surface. Tears blurred my vision, but I knew he was crying too. The hot, wet, salt burned our faces as our mouths collided.
"Max," I cried into his shoulder, collapsing by his side. He rolled over and swept my hair back behind my ear. I watched him through my tears, watched him as I used to in high school. Nobody ever understood how I could look into his face so long. But his eyes are beautiful and they tell me everything I'll ever need to know. 'We're together,' that's what they've always said. and that's what they say now.
Whether we are soulmates or destined to be or we just found something of ourselves in each other and fell in love with that, we're together. And no matter what that's how we always will be. There was never anyone else for me. And as I watch the light split into rainbows through the drops of water in my eyes I know there never will be.
Rainbows signify hope, pots of gold and lucky leprechauns. To me they signify the future, not coins and riches, but love and happiness. We are together, and that is my hope. That is how I know someday we're gonna be all right.
"Someday…" he says.
"We're gonna be all right," I finish with a kiss and half a smile. He completes it and we sleep.
Author: Jenn
email: got2fly2u@hotmail.com
Rating: PG-13
cat: Max/Liz
Summary: Future Fic- Liz and Max are having problems but they find hope in love...
Even though we ain't got money
I'm so in love with you honey
And everything will bring a chain of love
In the mornin when I rise
Bring a tear of joy to my eyes
And tell me everything's gonna be all right
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
My husband holds the secrets of the world in his eyes. He never sits completely still but when he sleeps he breathes so shallow sometimes I have to check to make sure he's still alive. Pity washes through me each time I look at him, see how hard he works. Sometimes the waves are so strong they push me over and I don't think I don't think I can let him go on like this any more.
But he's proud. He wants me to finish school, to have the life I always dreamed of. He blames himself for everything, that we have to live like this, love like this. "If we never go married…" he says sometimes. I try to reassure him that it was the right thing to do. but usually I can't even convince myself that it was and I just kiss him softly and slip his shirt from his shoulders.
Loss of clothing always makes the problems seem lighter. It's as if the heartache and worry are woven among the threads, as if the tailor had them custom made, one thread for money, one for jobs, one for marriage, etc. And when you take the clothing all from you and push it from your mind the problems follow.
The trick worked the same tonight. He came home tired, exhausted is a better word. "Liz," he said. I quieted him with a finger not wanting to hear. I knew already anyway. It was either, "We're too young," or "Maybe we should go back," or "I don't think I can." And I was too tired to hear them, too afraid I might listen. And they all led to the same thing, home/.
Home, Roswell. We had left determined to never look back, just as the others ha done. And sometimes we lay in bed and wonder, wonder if they dream of home as much as we do. but we left, and we can't go back, New York, or whatever other city we land in is better than Roswell, New Mexico.
So tonight we didn't worry about food or tomorrow or anything else we usually spend hours worrying about before the clothing hits the floor. Tonight we made love.
It was sweet, just as it always is. But tonight it was different. I actually felt. There was emotion coursing through my veins, new and raw. It cut through me like knives and needles, cut the stone my insides had become and let my body move again.
And as I looked into his eyes I was the pain he always tried to hid bubble to the surface. Tears blurred my vision, but I knew he was crying too. The hot, wet, salt burned our faces as our mouths collided.
"Max," I cried into his shoulder, collapsing by his side. He rolled over and swept my hair back behind my ear. I watched him through my tears, watched him as I used to in high school. Nobody ever understood how I could look into his face so long. But his eyes are beautiful and they tell me everything I'll ever need to know. 'We're together,' that's what they've always said. and that's what they say now.
Whether we are soulmates or destined to be or we just found something of ourselves in each other and fell in love with that, we're together. And no matter what that's how we always will be. There was never anyone else for me. And as I watch the light split into rainbows through the drops of water in my eyes I know there never will be.
Rainbows signify hope, pots of gold and lucky leprechauns. To me they signify the future, not coins and riches, but love and happiness. We are together, and that is my hope. That is how I know someday we're gonna be all right.
"Someday…" he says.
"We're gonna be all right," I finish with a kiss and half a smile. He completes it and we sleep.
