TITLE: In Hiding - By Raven Dark

SUMMARY: Post apocalyptic. The Royal family is hiding after Kivar takes the war to Earth. Work in progress. Rated M for the very mature way our gang handles the daily stresses of fighting for survival *wink*

NOTES: You probably won't believe this but I started working on this idea at the same time as the GG fics over ten years ago. Reading over old notes now I see similarities with a number of story lines (The new V series, beginning of Man of Steel to name a few) and cringe, but this little fic as it is written below was penned way before so I am keeping most of it intact. I really liked this idea back then and still do now. I have since added some more chapters in the notebook. If you want them, you will have to let me know in your reviews *kiss*

In Hiding

(working title)

**Prologue**

The war eventually made it to Earth. It was just a matter of time, Kivar was tired of the rebellion that refused to fold under his authority. While the royal family lived somewhere, anywhere, hope persevered and pockets of rebels would always emerge from the cracks like roaches. They refused to die, stubbornly encouraged by rumors of the child king.

Kivar was fed up, and came to the realization that while Max lived, his throne would never be secure. So, on the eve of September 25th of Earth's Roman Catholic calendar, the human race was treated to a surprise attack that resulted in devastation hundreds if not thousands of time greater than that of Japan's attack on Pearl Harbor in 1941. The death count was catastrophic and the planet stood still as it realized that the assault had just been a warning.

Heads of states stood baffled by cryptic demands to give over the sovereign family. They tried fruitlessly to convince their attackers that they were hiding no one. They had no idea of what family the aliens referred to, secret service agencies the world over denied any knowledge. The FBI offered nothing, maybe because they had nothing to contribute. Kivar's generals were merciless and impatient. The best of Earth's military mights stood little chance.

**Part 1**

Deep in hiding, Max Evans looked on. It had been months since the first warships had announced their arrival. Now he watched as a single recon scout ship noiselessly sailed across the thin pale mooned sky over the remnants of what was once the luxurious if not over indulgent Las Vegas Strip. It had been Liz's idea to move the clan out of Roswell and into Nevada. Each casino was essentially a fortified fortress and the strip itself filled with bomb-proof vaults with over twenty miles of earthquake-safe passageways connecting them. "The perfect hiding place" she had said and even though they had not been the only ones to have thought of the idea, theirs was the only one that wasn't abandoned within a few months time, life was hard in the desert. Still Max and Michael had chosen carefully, away from the main strip and as far as they knew, were miles from their closest neighbors.

"There you are," Liz called out from the bottom of an air shaft some twenty feet below, "Michael should be back any minute, we should get positioned to help him."

While it had been Liz's idea to live in the underground tunnels, it was Isabel's gifts that made it possible for the remote pockets of survivors to establish an untraceable network of trade and therefore thrive where others couldn't. Isabel simply dream-walked them all. It was a terribly taxing task which left her weak for days but it was a necessary evil with consequences for failure too horrible to imagine so Isabel put her mind and body through the ordeal time after time without much complaint. For her actions, she was rewarded with everyone's gratitude; she made survival possible, even tolerable. Isabel was also given the nicest, most spacious of the rooms, the softest of the sheets, which she often shared with Michael."

"Has he been spotted yet?"

"No. But you know you sister, she'll want us out there the second he arrives. Maria gets him tomorrow, so she won't want a second wasted."

Max looked down the air shaft to Liz below, he shook his head mildly amused,

"Leave it to Michael to end up with that arrangement."

"Worse than yours, with me and Tess?"

A flicker of worry flashed over Max's eyes,

"That was your idea—" He started before adjusting his response and trying again, "It's not like that with Tess and I. We… we are just friends. She needs the companionship, she's all alone out there."

"I know," Liz threw her arms around Max's neck when he descended from the surface seeming to completely accept his lie. She saw Max and Tess' love-making in the flashes she still got when Max kissed her, but she also felt the guilt Max carried with him. She couldn't bring herself to call him out on it. Not when she had sent him to her in the first place, and after everything they had suffered already.

"It was my idea," she emphasized to erase the panic from Max's eyes, "we need to keep her on our side. So if she won't come to us, we'll just… well, you'll go. As often as she needs it."

Max kissed Liz before she got to the "besides, you are good for her" part of her speech. They'd had this conversation before, and the guilt he felt never faded.

"Mmm.." murmured Liz, "what was that for?"

"You look incredible tonight" Max evaded dealing with his feelings by wrapping his arms about Liz's slim frame suggestively. He kissed her again, more to the point.

"Here?" Liz's voice squeaked in surprise.

"We can, If we hurry" Max's eyes smoldered into Liz's. Her knees went weak.

"Max, someone could see us"

Max kissed her again and Liz felt his need.

"Okay" She breathed out backing out from beneath the light the air vent let in while going for the catch in her pants, "hurry!"

"Turn around" Max croaked dry-mouthed advancing towards her. Emboldened by the darkness and the wanton look in Max's eyes Liz pushed her pants below her hips, then turned resting her forearms on the wall tentatively. The cold surface shocked her, specially when it travelled through her top to ice her quickly hardening nipples. Liz swallowed the gasp caught in her throat, looked over her shoulder and softly, timidly asked,

"Like this?"

Max groaned at the sight.

The dark hunger in Max's eyes told Liz all she needed to know, she bit her bottom lip and turned to face the wall again. In the dark, Liz felt Max approach behind her and her pulse raced. An air handler kicking in on somewhere caused her breath to catch while the cool dusty breeze it pulled made her very aware that her pants were bunched just above her knees lewdly.

"Max?" she called out softly then gasped when she felt his fingertips on her hips slowly pushing down her underwear. Liz closed her eyes at the touch; her mouth watered and she swallowed with a soft sigh. Other parts moistened as well, Liz blushed. The sharp snap of Max's pants pulled open was a promising sound of things to come.

"Liz…" Max's voice was a raspy whisper. She was truly a vision. Her beautiful olive skin so soft and inviting, Her tiny lower back, the slight swell of her hips, the smooth round curves of her ass. Max drunkenly pulled his erection free and focused on the soft warm area so graciously offered to him.

"Oh Liz…"

"Ohh!" Liz sighed dreamily. Max was a hot contradiction, searing at first touch then simmering down quickly, lovingly moving with a calculated tempered care. Liz jolted, gasped, gritted her teeth then screamed a silent scream as her body quickly escalated, her mouth dried in an open gasp. So good, so close, so fast. It was always like this with Max. The more intimate the contact, the stronger the connection between each other, many times heightened by their mutual levels of arousal. Human as Liz was, she was quickly overwhelmed with the energy he gave off upon contact. His love alone could be overwhelming. Aroused, Max's intense passion for her permeated her very pores such that if she and Max let go, if they gave in to the wave of emotion too soon Liz could easily go into a rocking orgasm the second he touched her intimately and not end until long after they were separated.

"Oh God Max…"

Firing on all synapses, Liz's brain, her very human brain pushed back on the piracy against Liz's body and partially helped Max extend their love-making. Liz felt everything. The cold dry breeze on her ears, the rough texture of the concrete wall on her forearms, her leather belt cutting into her thighs and the alien body pushing deeper inside her.

"Yes…" Liz cried. Everything was on the forefront of her mind, a healthy delicious jumble that at least temporarily kept her in euphoric somnolence. The weight of Max's body pressing against her felt so good. She felt safe and instinctively lowered her defenses.

"Shit Liz… I… I…"

"Ah!" Liz clenched her teeth trying to focus but it just felt so naughty to do this out where they could get caught, where someone could hear. It was so good, "Okay…"

Max grunted and drove his hips forward causing Liz to go on her tip-toes just as Max came inside her releasing his control over her at the same time. For Liz the effect was explosive. Her eyes rolled back as her body spasmed and she lost control of her knees.

Max timely slid his arms under hers and carefully lowered her after pulling out of her. Their first time had been scary, subsequent times messy, but with every new time they got better at controlling their alien/human bio-chemistry and they were more than okay with the adage, practice makes perfect.

"Are you okay?" Max smiled wiping Liz's brow, his pants still around his ankles.

"I somehow…" Liz started, but then just smiled a sated smile at Max even as aftershocks coursed through her rocking her body, "I'm good. Do you think anybody, anybody heard us?"

Max looked around carefully, then looked down at Liz with a loving smile,

"No, I think we are good."

**End of Part 1**