Title: Broken
Author: JBehrsGurl (ME!!!)
Email: swtlatinakisses@yahoo.com or jbehrsgurl@yahoo.com
Rating: R for now not sure yet…
Category: Max/Liz and Liz/Zan
Summary: Liz is the daughter of Anthony Soprano, a huge Mafia drug lord. When Liz is convicted of a huge crime that she didn't commit (She covered for her boyfriend) she is sentenced to move with a distant relative, but Anthony's rival Giovanni wants revenge on Liz's crime, he wants her dead… and he wants her boyfriend dead too.
Disclaimer: I own nothing blah, blah you know the rest. All I own are the non-Roswell characters and Jason Behr's heart. lol I wish!!! Oh what the heck throw in Brendan too!
Author's Note: I was bored and this just came to me. I don't think you guys will like it but let me know what you think…
REVIEW!!! REVIEW!!!
Prologue
Stowaway
"Liz Parker, Liz Parker! What are your feelings about the verdict?" The nosy old reporter yelled sticking a microphone in Liz Parkers face.
"Liz how do your parents feel about this ordeal?"
"Liz Parker! Why did you do it? Why did you continue to see-"
"SHUT UP!" Liz whirled around and shouted in the reporters face.
"C'mon Liz." Her legal representative, Brody, put a soft hand to her back, leading her to the black limo.
"Liz! Liz! Can you tell us why?"
"Liz! What are your thoughts of the defendant?"
"Liz!"
"Will you just leave me the FUCK ALONE!" Liz shoved one of the reporter's microphones out of the car door.
"Elizabeth calm down." Brody whispered in her ear, nodding for the driver to proceed in getting them the hell out of there.
Liz started at her hands intertwining the fabric she had pulled from her jacket between her fingers. She didn't regret a thing. She didn't regret loving him, she didn't regret taking the blame for him. And she most definitely… Did not regret shooting those people.
"Liz, you okay?" Brody tapped her shoulder, breaking her thoughts.
"Yea," She nodded vigorously, "I'm cool."
As cool as a girl who just got sentenced to move out of Brooklyn and move in with people she didn't know as part of her verdict. Instead of Liz Parker being sent to prison or jail for five years she was sentenced to live with relatives in Sacramento, California. Her father's brother, Greg Soprano, and his wife, Lisa.
God it hurt to not know where he was. Where the guy who was the reason she was in this mess was. What was he doing right now? What was he thinking of? Was he thinking of her? Did he know how much she loved him? Did he know that she would die for him? Did he care?
"I'll come back for you Liz. I swear it, I love you…" Were his last words before he took off in the Black Dodge Charger.
Thinking back, Liz wished she hadn't left with him. Why did she stay behind? Why did she tell him to run? They could have been together in each other's arms right now, instead of Liz being charged as an accomplice and withholding evidence. Yes she knew where the gun was, yes; she knew that she was lying about not knowing what happen to him. But she couldn't give his name; she just couldn't backstab him like that, even though she would be held responsible if she didn't say anything…
So she plead the fifth. Ruining her whole life in the process.
"Liz." Brody took her hand, again bringing her back to reality.
Liz allowed him to take her by the hand lead her out of the limo towards the airport.
"Brody, I don't wanna go." Liz whispered as they walked just before the entrance.
"I know." He responded sympathetic.
"What about when he comes back for me? He won't be able to find me Brody!" Liz was hysteric.
"Liz," He took her shoulders in his hands and looked into her eyes, "Liz, you're never going to see him again. Okay? That was part of our agreement. Your father forbids it as does your mother. Do you understand what I'm saying? Your parents want the best for you." Brody slightly shook her.
Liz sneered, "If my parents cared so much for me, they wouldn't have sent me away. They would have showed up to my trial Brody! They don't care, they're HAPPY this happen. Now I'm out of their hair. Now they don't have to worry about ME, and they can deal with whatever shit is going on between us and Giovanni." Liz pushed Brody away, "When are you going to wake up and realize that all my parents care about is how they look in front of their peers. If my father really were a true Soprano, then he would be thankful of how loyal I acted. I don't care for them any more. Load my luggage, I'm ready to go." Liz walked through the double doors and showed her passport.
Brody shook his head in sadness; he was there when Liz was born, and now…
He was there at her end.
Liz closed her eyes, refusing to let any of the angry tears fall.
"Hey Liz." A woman's voice called.
Liz spun around, "Samantha?" She was surprised.
"I had to see you go Liz. I'm gonna miss you so much." She was crying.
"Why are you crying Sam? I'm gonna write you everyday. We're gonna call on the phone." Liz took her best friends hands. "Right?"
Samantha cried harder, "Liz, I have to tell you something before you go. God I'm so sorry Liz."
Liz raised a curious eyebrow, "What is it Sam?"
Samantha's grip on her hands hardened, "Run Liz." She whispered, "Don't board that plane, get on another one. Go… Now!" She pushed her away hard, "GO!"
"What? Sam? I don't understand?" Liz stood defiant.
Samantha's eyes wandered the airport wary, "Giovanni sent me, he threatened Miguel Liz. I had to but-but I can't go through with it. I-I can't. I love you Lizzie, you're like my sister." Samantha's eyes watered further, "Please, go Liz, please go." Samantha's body shook terrified, "They're coming and they know what plane your boarding."
"Sam? How-"
"Shit Liz there they are!" Samantha screamed.
"Who?" Liz asked looking around cautious.
But Liz knew exactly who "they" were, Giovanni's finest. His fat ugly Goons.
"Yous gonna come quite or are we gonna have ta hurt yous?" One of the goons said from behind Liz. "Thank you for your time Sam, now get out before Giovanni changes his minds." The guy said looking to Samantha and taking Liz's wrist.
"I'm so sorry Liz, I'm so sorry." Samantha cried, running to the exit.
"Quite a friend yous have dere Liz. I'm sure we'll all have fun with 'er."
"Touch her and die." Liz spat in his face.
"Watch it." The other guys warned looking around.
Liz had to think quickly, or she was going to die right in front of all these people. "Alright I'll go quiet." She said soft.
The guy who had her wrist grunted, "Good."
Liz stomped on his foot as hard as she could, his hold on her wrist lightened and Liz took the opportunity to kick him in the groin.
"Hey!" The other guy said when he noticed his partner go down.
Liz wished she had her handgun; things would have gone a lot more smoother if she had it. But she was lucky enough to know how to kick box. She turned balancing all her weight on the ball of her left foot as her right one swung around connecting with the other guys jaw.
He went down like a timbering tree. Liz had to smile at her accomplishment as she turned quick to run away. But instead of a great escape she found herself falling to floor face first. Goon number one had grabbed a good hold of her right ankle and was not prepared to let go.
"Help!" Liz cried out to the people passing. Onlookers panicked and ran for help but Liz was still in a struggle all of her own with goon number one. She kicked as hard she could at his face but was not connecting. She positioned her body so that when his grip faltered she would be ready to run.
"Let. Go. Ass. HOLE!" Liz said kicking at him with her left foot.
"Yous are a feisty little bitch huh!?" The goon gripped gaining further hold on her foot. He tried to stand but was knocked back down by Liz's left swoop kick.
Once he was down she ran her ass out of there and into the nearest boarding plane.
"Excuse me, pardon me, excuse me. Sorry!" Liz shouted as she cut people in line and ignored all they're comments about her cutting them in line. She ran the rest of the way to the plane; she pushed her way in and wasn't asked about her ticket because no attendant saw her.
"Excuse me! Young lady!" One lady gripped.
Shit, Liz thought she was going to be caught. She hoped into the nearest seat. "Please hide me, I mean please cover for me. I swear I'll make it worth you while. I swear! My parents are very rich." Liz said to the boy next to her.
"Excuse me young lady but I'm afraid I'm going to have to see your ticket." A flight attendant asked Liz, holding her hand out.
"My ticket? Oh uh, I gave it to the ticket lady at the front. Sorry." She smirked.
The lady did not look bought, "Will you please come with me?" The lady said.
"Um, I'm afraid there's been a mix up here. This is my girlfriend and here is her ticket." The young man with dark hair handed the flight attendant a ticket.
The lady nodded glancing at it, "My apologies miss, is there anything I can get you?"
"Yea," Liz sat back, "A pillow and a blanket and maybe later a cosmopolitan. Grazie." She winked when the lady went off to get her request.
Liz turned to her savior, "Liz Parker. Thanks for saving my ass. Who's ticket do I have?"
"My ex-girlfriends." The guy sighed, "We just broke up this morning."
Liz grinned wide, "Lucky me then. But sorry to hear of it." She tried to look sympathetic; her heart was racing at an unimaginable speed from everything.
"It's alright, she was a bitch." He shrugged.
"I'm sorry I didn't catch you're name." Liz said.
"Max, Max Evans." His brown eyes shined, sending chills down Liz's spine. Where had she seen those eyes?
"Well, Max Evans… Do you have any idea where this plane is taking me?" Liz crossed her arms.
"Roswell, New Mexico." He chuckled. "May I ask what's going on?"
Liz gasp. The resemblance had hit her like a bullet, "Oh my god! Zan! I knew you would come for me! I knew it! Now we can start over again! I love you so much baby." Liz threw herself into his arms and kissed him passionately.
Max pushed her away gently, "Zan? Who's Zan? I'm Max. I'm sorry you must have me mixed up with someone else." His face reddened with embarrassment.
Liz's heart broke for the second time that week. "I'm sorry, you just look so much like someone I know…" A small tear fell down her cheek. "God everything's just so fucked up right now."
Max's heart ached for the girl to his right, "Hey, its okay." He wiped her cheek with his thumb. A reaction that he would never have done had he still been with Tess. Why was he so affectionate towards this stranger? A stowaway no less?
"No, no it's not okay. I don't know where I'm going; I don't know where Zan is. I don't even know if I'll ever see him again. I don't even know what the hell I'm gonna do when I get to… to… Where the hell is this plane going again?" She looked at Max.
"Roswell, New Mexico." He answered.
Liz wasn't the type to cry but all this was so overwhelming, she couldn't stop the shaking sobs from escaping her throat. She almost died back there, but actually, she was already dead. Without Zan she was no one. Liz was so wrapped up in thinking about everything that had happen recently in the past 48 hours that she didn't even notice that Max Evans had taken her into his arms, and allowing her a shoulder to cry on…
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A/N: What do ya think? Yeay or Ney?
Author: JBehrsGurl (ME!!!)
Email: swtlatinakisses@yahoo.com or jbehrsgurl@yahoo.com
Rating: R for now not sure yet…
Category: Max/Liz and Liz/Zan
Summary: Liz is the daughter of Anthony Soprano, a huge Mafia drug lord. When Liz is convicted of a huge crime that she didn't commit (She covered for her boyfriend) she is sentenced to move with a distant relative, but Anthony's rival Giovanni wants revenge on Liz's crime, he wants her dead… and he wants her boyfriend dead too.
Disclaimer: I own nothing blah, blah you know the rest. All I own are the non-Roswell characters and Jason Behr's heart. lol I wish!!! Oh what the heck throw in Brendan too!
Author's Note: I was bored and this just came to me. I don't think you guys will like it but let me know what you think…
REVIEW!!! REVIEW!!!
Prologue
Stowaway
"Liz Parker, Liz Parker! What are your feelings about the verdict?" The nosy old reporter yelled sticking a microphone in Liz Parkers face.
"Liz how do your parents feel about this ordeal?"
"Liz Parker! Why did you do it? Why did you continue to see-"
"SHUT UP!" Liz whirled around and shouted in the reporters face.
"C'mon Liz." Her legal representative, Brody, put a soft hand to her back, leading her to the black limo.
"Liz! Liz! Can you tell us why?"
"Liz! What are your thoughts of the defendant?"
"Liz!"
"Will you just leave me the FUCK ALONE!" Liz shoved one of the reporter's microphones out of the car door.
"Elizabeth calm down." Brody whispered in her ear, nodding for the driver to proceed in getting them the hell out of there.
Liz started at her hands intertwining the fabric she had pulled from her jacket between her fingers. She didn't regret a thing. She didn't regret loving him, she didn't regret taking the blame for him. And she most definitely… Did not regret shooting those people.
"Liz, you okay?" Brody tapped her shoulder, breaking her thoughts.
"Yea," She nodded vigorously, "I'm cool."
As cool as a girl who just got sentenced to move out of Brooklyn and move in with people she didn't know as part of her verdict. Instead of Liz Parker being sent to prison or jail for five years she was sentenced to live with relatives in Sacramento, California. Her father's brother, Greg Soprano, and his wife, Lisa.
God it hurt to not know where he was. Where the guy who was the reason she was in this mess was. What was he doing right now? What was he thinking of? Was he thinking of her? Did he know how much she loved him? Did he know that she would die for him? Did he care?
"I'll come back for you Liz. I swear it, I love you…" Were his last words before he took off in the Black Dodge Charger.
Thinking back, Liz wished she hadn't left with him. Why did she stay behind? Why did she tell him to run? They could have been together in each other's arms right now, instead of Liz being charged as an accomplice and withholding evidence. Yes she knew where the gun was, yes; she knew that she was lying about not knowing what happen to him. But she couldn't give his name; she just couldn't backstab him like that, even though she would be held responsible if she didn't say anything…
So she plead the fifth. Ruining her whole life in the process.
"Liz." Brody took her hand, again bringing her back to reality.
Liz allowed him to take her by the hand lead her out of the limo towards the airport.
"Brody, I don't wanna go." Liz whispered as they walked just before the entrance.
"I know." He responded sympathetic.
"What about when he comes back for me? He won't be able to find me Brody!" Liz was hysteric.
"Liz," He took her shoulders in his hands and looked into her eyes, "Liz, you're never going to see him again. Okay? That was part of our agreement. Your father forbids it as does your mother. Do you understand what I'm saying? Your parents want the best for you." Brody slightly shook her.
Liz sneered, "If my parents cared so much for me, they wouldn't have sent me away. They would have showed up to my trial Brody! They don't care, they're HAPPY this happen. Now I'm out of their hair. Now they don't have to worry about ME, and they can deal with whatever shit is going on between us and Giovanni." Liz pushed Brody away, "When are you going to wake up and realize that all my parents care about is how they look in front of their peers. If my father really were a true Soprano, then he would be thankful of how loyal I acted. I don't care for them any more. Load my luggage, I'm ready to go." Liz walked through the double doors and showed her passport.
Brody shook his head in sadness; he was there when Liz was born, and now…
He was there at her end.
Liz closed her eyes, refusing to let any of the angry tears fall.
"Hey Liz." A woman's voice called.
Liz spun around, "Samantha?" She was surprised.
"I had to see you go Liz. I'm gonna miss you so much." She was crying.
"Why are you crying Sam? I'm gonna write you everyday. We're gonna call on the phone." Liz took her best friends hands. "Right?"
Samantha cried harder, "Liz, I have to tell you something before you go. God I'm so sorry Liz."
Liz raised a curious eyebrow, "What is it Sam?"
Samantha's grip on her hands hardened, "Run Liz." She whispered, "Don't board that plane, get on another one. Go… Now!" She pushed her away hard, "GO!"
"What? Sam? I don't understand?" Liz stood defiant.
Samantha's eyes wandered the airport wary, "Giovanni sent me, he threatened Miguel Liz. I had to but-but I can't go through with it. I-I can't. I love you Lizzie, you're like my sister." Samantha's eyes watered further, "Please, go Liz, please go." Samantha's body shook terrified, "They're coming and they know what plane your boarding."
"Sam? How-"
"Shit Liz there they are!" Samantha screamed.
"Who?" Liz asked looking around cautious.
But Liz knew exactly who "they" were, Giovanni's finest. His fat ugly Goons.
"Yous gonna come quite or are we gonna have ta hurt yous?" One of the goons said from behind Liz. "Thank you for your time Sam, now get out before Giovanni changes his minds." The guy said looking to Samantha and taking Liz's wrist.
"I'm so sorry Liz, I'm so sorry." Samantha cried, running to the exit.
"Quite a friend yous have dere Liz. I'm sure we'll all have fun with 'er."
"Touch her and die." Liz spat in his face.
"Watch it." The other guys warned looking around.
Liz had to think quickly, or she was going to die right in front of all these people. "Alright I'll go quiet." She said soft.
The guy who had her wrist grunted, "Good."
Liz stomped on his foot as hard as she could, his hold on her wrist lightened and Liz took the opportunity to kick him in the groin.
"Hey!" The other guy said when he noticed his partner go down.
Liz wished she had her handgun; things would have gone a lot more smoother if she had it. But she was lucky enough to know how to kick box. She turned balancing all her weight on the ball of her left foot as her right one swung around connecting with the other guys jaw.
He went down like a timbering tree. Liz had to smile at her accomplishment as she turned quick to run away. But instead of a great escape she found herself falling to floor face first. Goon number one had grabbed a good hold of her right ankle and was not prepared to let go.
"Help!" Liz cried out to the people passing. Onlookers panicked and ran for help but Liz was still in a struggle all of her own with goon number one. She kicked as hard she could at his face but was not connecting. She positioned her body so that when his grip faltered she would be ready to run.
"Let. Go. Ass. HOLE!" Liz said kicking at him with her left foot.
"Yous are a feisty little bitch huh!?" The goon gripped gaining further hold on her foot. He tried to stand but was knocked back down by Liz's left swoop kick.
Once he was down she ran her ass out of there and into the nearest boarding plane.
"Excuse me, pardon me, excuse me. Sorry!" Liz shouted as she cut people in line and ignored all they're comments about her cutting them in line. She ran the rest of the way to the plane; she pushed her way in and wasn't asked about her ticket because no attendant saw her.
"Excuse me! Young lady!" One lady gripped.
Shit, Liz thought she was going to be caught. She hoped into the nearest seat. "Please hide me, I mean please cover for me. I swear I'll make it worth you while. I swear! My parents are very rich." Liz said to the boy next to her.
"Excuse me young lady but I'm afraid I'm going to have to see your ticket." A flight attendant asked Liz, holding her hand out.
"My ticket? Oh uh, I gave it to the ticket lady at the front. Sorry." She smirked.
The lady did not look bought, "Will you please come with me?" The lady said.
"Um, I'm afraid there's been a mix up here. This is my girlfriend and here is her ticket." The young man with dark hair handed the flight attendant a ticket.
The lady nodded glancing at it, "My apologies miss, is there anything I can get you?"
"Yea," Liz sat back, "A pillow and a blanket and maybe later a cosmopolitan. Grazie." She winked when the lady went off to get her request.
Liz turned to her savior, "Liz Parker. Thanks for saving my ass. Who's ticket do I have?"
"My ex-girlfriends." The guy sighed, "We just broke up this morning."
Liz grinned wide, "Lucky me then. But sorry to hear of it." She tried to look sympathetic; her heart was racing at an unimaginable speed from everything.
"It's alright, she was a bitch." He shrugged.
"I'm sorry I didn't catch you're name." Liz said.
"Max, Max Evans." His brown eyes shined, sending chills down Liz's spine. Where had she seen those eyes?
"Well, Max Evans… Do you have any idea where this plane is taking me?" Liz crossed her arms.
"Roswell, New Mexico." He chuckled. "May I ask what's going on?"
Liz gasp. The resemblance had hit her like a bullet, "Oh my god! Zan! I knew you would come for me! I knew it! Now we can start over again! I love you so much baby." Liz threw herself into his arms and kissed him passionately.
Max pushed her away gently, "Zan? Who's Zan? I'm Max. I'm sorry you must have me mixed up with someone else." His face reddened with embarrassment.
Liz's heart broke for the second time that week. "I'm sorry, you just look so much like someone I know…" A small tear fell down her cheek. "God everything's just so fucked up right now."
Max's heart ached for the girl to his right, "Hey, its okay." He wiped her cheek with his thumb. A reaction that he would never have done had he still been with Tess. Why was he so affectionate towards this stranger? A stowaway no less?
"No, no it's not okay. I don't know where I'm going; I don't know where Zan is. I don't even know if I'll ever see him again. I don't even know what the hell I'm gonna do when I get to… to… Where the hell is this plane going again?" She looked at Max.
"Roswell, New Mexico." He answered.
Liz wasn't the type to cry but all this was so overwhelming, she couldn't stop the shaking sobs from escaping her throat. She almost died back there, but actually, she was already dead. Without Zan she was no one. Liz was so wrapped up in thinking about everything that had happen recently in the past 48 hours that she didn't even notice that Max Evans had taken her into his arms, and allowing her a shoulder to cry on…
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A/N: What do ya think? Yeay or Ney?