Relapse
Summary: Max healed Maria and now everyone is ok, or is it? What happens when her disease spreads.? Slightly AU, Sequel to Disease.
Info: In this story there is no Jesse, and Isabel will graduate with everyone else, and Max still lives with the Evan's.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I do not own Roswell or any of its character, but I do own this story.
The sun was bright today. Way too bright for Max Evan's likings. He rolled onto his side putting his head under his pillow in an attempt to shield his eyes from the sun, though it was not working very well.
"Max, it's time to wake up! This is your last week of high school; you need to make the most of it!" Dianne Evans, Max and Isabel's, mother happily said as she flung open the curtains in his room, letting the brilliant sunlight shine in even more.
"I don't want to, five more minutes, please." Max said rolling onto his other side pillow still intact on top of his head. It wasn't like him to dread going to school, he actually enjoyed it. Besides he would get to see Liz. Though lately he wasn't feeling too great, and he didn't know why since alien human hybrids like him should not be getting sick.
"Max, honey do you feel alright?" She asked him sitting on the side of his bed; she knew it wasn't like him to not want to go to school, too. Slowly, he sat up while taking the pillow off of the top of his head.
"I feel fine, mom, you can go to work now, I can get dressed by myself, I am a big boy now." He said laughing slightly, knowing quite well that he didn't feel anything like fine. Running his hand through his messy bed head hair, he smiled at her.
"Alright, if you're sure you feel ok; I guess I can't be a meddling mother, but you know Isabel said she wasn't feeling that well when I went into her room. There must be something going around." Sighing Dianne stood up taking one last glance, and walked out the door.
Max kept the worry in his head until she left, so it was clearly etched upon his face. He let alone Isabel and he should not be getting sick. It's not in our nature he thought. Standing up he picked out the days clothing and changed, feeling worse with every movement, but trying hard not to think about it.
Then there was a knock on the door, "Max can I come in?" A very drowsy Isabel could be heard through the door.
"Yeah go ahead."
She opened the door and came trudging in, already dressed as he was. Isabel had a dark circle around her eyes, and was very pale.
"Isabel is you feeling alright?" He asked her, hoping he didn't look that bad, but he clearly felt the way she looked.
"Does it look like I feel alright?" She asked him agitated then softened, "I could ask you the same question. Max, I'm scared, we never get sick." She said obviously worried about their current situation.
"I'm sure it's nothing, probably just some weird hybrid coming of age thing." Max said not believing his own reasoning, but trying to make his sister feel better, when he could not.
Isabel stood up and looked at him unsurely, "You think?" He nodded, "Well, I hope it passes soon because I want to look good for graduation." She said trying to brighten both of their moods.
"Yeah Is, of course."
Meanwhile at the Parker residence Liz wasn't feeling too great either.
Maybe if I lie on my stomach long enough, I won't have the urge to vomit every time I attempt to stand up, she thought. Lying on her side for five minutes, she then stood up feeling slightly better.
Looking at her in her vanity mirror Liz cringed at what she saw. Bags under her eyes, slightly lighter skin tone, she looked as if she hadn't slept or eaten in days, which she'd done plenty of considering how terrible she felt.
She then brushed her hair, and applied a small amount of blush to her cheeks, to give them a small bit of color. Hoping the bags under her eyes would go away before she got to school, she made her way downstairs, to find Maria who was waiting for her.
"Hey Liz." Maria managed to get out before starting a coughing fit. After a short while she stopped and looked back up at her friend. She looked like she was in the same condition that Liz was in.
"Hey 'Ria, you're sick, too huh?" She asked concerned for her friend.
"There must be something going around, I guess. I saw Kyle last night when he stopped by my house with his dad, and he wasn't looking to great either." Maria said coughing a little after she finished, "Well we better get going, don't want to be late for the last week." She said laughing.
"Yea I guess so then let's go." Liz said as they headed out the doors of the Crashdown. She looked at the car that Maria was getting into oddly, "Where's the Jetta?" She asked curiously, as she looked at the more modern car.
"Oh it's in the shop, had to get the brakes fixed or something. My mom thinks I wear them down or something, but I swear I do not, chica. I'm not a bad driver am I?" Maria asked her best friend.
"No.no of course not." Liz said half-heartedly knowing quite well that her friend wasn't the best of drivers, and that should be considered a compliment.
The drive to school was quiet, except for a few curses yelled out the window from Maria who wasn't a pleasant driver early in the morning, and she wasn't feeling well.
Pulling into the parking lot, alongside Max's chevelle, where he, Isabel, and Michael were waiting, all looking as bad as Maria and Liz did, they got out of the car. Maria going into one of her coughing fits again.
Michael too had awakened in his apartment feeling terrible, but decided to go just to see Maria.
"Are you guy's sick, too? Wait, is that even possible?" Liz asked remembering once that Isabel had told her that they don't get sick, and that they hadn't ever.
"Apparently, we do, now at least." Michael mumbled feeling as if he was going to vomit like Liz had earlier.
Maria stopping coughing added to the conversation, "We are all such losers coming to school when we're sick out of our minds." She said feeling the tingle in her throat, resisting the urge to start coughing again.
"I told our Mom that I felt fine, she was bugging me about it this morning. She said she thinks something must be going around." Max said.
"Yeah, going around to only all of us." Isabel said irritated, noticing all the other people around them who looked like they had never felt better.
"That's not true, because I saw Kyle last night and he wasn't feeling well either." Maria said.
"Why did you see Kyle last night? I thought you said you were busy." Michael asked her jealously.
"I was busy, Mom wanted to have this Valenti, DeLuca thing where we could get used to being around each other." Maria smiled at the jealousy that was evident in his voice.
"Oh."
Max stood leaning against his car thinking why would only they be sick, and then it hit him.
"We're all connected." He said, thinking that they would all understand.
"What are you talking about Maxwell?" Michael asked him the thought not clicking yet in his head.
"We are all connected, us three and those three. I healed Liz, Maria, and Kyle. It's a circle." Max stated.
"Well how would it all effect us, nobody's been sick." Isabel said thinking of the notion.
"One of us has." Liz said looking straight at Maria who looked back at her wide eyed.
"Maria." Michael stated calmly.
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Summary: Max healed Maria and now everyone is ok, or is it? What happens when her disease spreads.? Slightly AU, Sequel to Disease.
Info: In this story there is no Jesse, and Isabel will graduate with everyone else, and Max still lives with the Evan's.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I do not own Roswell or any of its character, but I do own this story.
The sun was bright today. Way too bright for Max Evan's likings. He rolled onto his side putting his head under his pillow in an attempt to shield his eyes from the sun, though it was not working very well.
"Max, it's time to wake up! This is your last week of high school; you need to make the most of it!" Dianne Evans, Max and Isabel's, mother happily said as she flung open the curtains in his room, letting the brilliant sunlight shine in even more.
"I don't want to, five more minutes, please." Max said rolling onto his other side pillow still intact on top of his head. It wasn't like him to dread going to school, he actually enjoyed it. Besides he would get to see Liz. Though lately he wasn't feeling too great, and he didn't know why since alien human hybrids like him should not be getting sick.
"Max, honey do you feel alright?" She asked him sitting on the side of his bed; she knew it wasn't like him to not want to go to school, too. Slowly, he sat up while taking the pillow off of the top of his head.
"I feel fine, mom, you can go to work now, I can get dressed by myself, I am a big boy now." He said laughing slightly, knowing quite well that he didn't feel anything like fine. Running his hand through his messy bed head hair, he smiled at her.
"Alright, if you're sure you feel ok; I guess I can't be a meddling mother, but you know Isabel said she wasn't feeling that well when I went into her room. There must be something going around." Sighing Dianne stood up taking one last glance, and walked out the door.
Max kept the worry in his head until she left, so it was clearly etched upon his face. He let alone Isabel and he should not be getting sick. It's not in our nature he thought. Standing up he picked out the days clothing and changed, feeling worse with every movement, but trying hard not to think about it.
Then there was a knock on the door, "Max can I come in?" A very drowsy Isabel could be heard through the door.
"Yeah go ahead."
She opened the door and came trudging in, already dressed as he was. Isabel had a dark circle around her eyes, and was very pale.
"Isabel is you feeling alright?" He asked her, hoping he didn't look that bad, but he clearly felt the way she looked.
"Does it look like I feel alright?" She asked him agitated then softened, "I could ask you the same question. Max, I'm scared, we never get sick." She said obviously worried about their current situation.
"I'm sure it's nothing, probably just some weird hybrid coming of age thing." Max said not believing his own reasoning, but trying to make his sister feel better, when he could not.
Isabel stood up and looked at him unsurely, "You think?" He nodded, "Well, I hope it passes soon because I want to look good for graduation." She said trying to brighten both of their moods.
"Yeah Is, of course."
Meanwhile at the Parker residence Liz wasn't feeling too great either.
Maybe if I lie on my stomach long enough, I won't have the urge to vomit every time I attempt to stand up, she thought. Lying on her side for five minutes, she then stood up feeling slightly better.
Looking at her in her vanity mirror Liz cringed at what she saw. Bags under her eyes, slightly lighter skin tone, she looked as if she hadn't slept or eaten in days, which she'd done plenty of considering how terrible she felt.
She then brushed her hair, and applied a small amount of blush to her cheeks, to give them a small bit of color. Hoping the bags under her eyes would go away before she got to school, she made her way downstairs, to find Maria who was waiting for her.
"Hey Liz." Maria managed to get out before starting a coughing fit. After a short while she stopped and looked back up at her friend. She looked like she was in the same condition that Liz was in.
"Hey 'Ria, you're sick, too huh?" She asked concerned for her friend.
"There must be something going around, I guess. I saw Kyle last night when he stopped by my house with his dad, and he wasn't looking to great either." Maria said coughing a little after she finished, "Well we better get going, don't want to be late for the last week." She said laughing.
"Yea I guess so then let's go." Liz said as they headed out the doors of the Crashdown. She looked at the car that Maria was getting into oddly, "Where's the Jetta?" She asked curiously, as she looked at the more modern car.
"Oh it's in the shop, had to get the brakes fixed or something. My mom thinks I wear them down or something, but I swear I do not, chica. I'm not a bad driver am I?" Maria asked her best friend.
"No.no of course not." Liz said half-heartedly knowing quite well that her friend wasn't the best of drivers, and that should be considered a compliment.
The drive to school was quiet, except for a few curses yelled out the window from Maria who wasn't a pleasant driver early in the morning, and she wasn't feeling well.
Pulling into the parking lot, alongside Max's chevelle, where he, Isabel, and Michael were waiting, all looking as bad as Maria and Liz did, they got out of the car. Maria going into one of her coughing fits again.
Michael too had awakened in his apartment feeling terrible, but decided to go just to see Maria.
"Are you guy's sick, too? Wait, is that even possible?" Liz asked remembering once that Isabel had told her that they don't get sick, and that they hadn't ever.
"Apparently, we do, now at least." Michael mumbled feeling as if he was going to vomit like Liz had earlier.
Maria stopping coughing added to the conversation, "We are all such losers coming to school when we're sick out of our minds." She said feeling the tingle in her throat, resisting the urge to start coughing again.
"I told our Mom that I felt fine, she was bugging me about it this morning. She said she thinks something must be going around." Max said.
"Yeah, going around to only all of us." Isabel said irritated, noticing all the other people around them who looked like they had never felt better.
"That's not true, because I saw Kyle last night and he wasn't feeling well either." Maria said.
"Why did you see Kyle last night? I thought you said you were busy." Michael asked her jealously.
"I was busy, Mom wanted to have this Valenti, DeLuca thing where we could get used to being around each other." Maria smiled at the jealousy that was evident in his voice.
"Oh."
Max stood leaning against his car thinking why would only they be sick, and then it hit him.
"We're all connected." He said, thinking that they would all understand.
"What are you talking about Maxwell?" Michael asked him the thought not clicking yet in his head.
"We are all connected, us three and those three. I healed Liz, Maria, and Kyle. It's a circle." Max stated.
"Well how would it all effect us, nobody's been sick." Isabel said thinking of the notion.
"One of us has." Liz said looking straight at Maria who looked back at her wide eyed.
"Maria." Michael stated calmly.
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