Title: Destiny Is In Roswell
Summary: Sequel to FOR THEN, FOR NOW, FOREVER. Liz and Max begin to suffer the consequences of their visit to Antar. Not knowing what to do, they embark on a journey that can only end in dispair. But... when time goes by, is it worth staying in Roswell?
Rating: PG-13
Author's Note: I hope you enjoy this sequel. It's a bit sci-fi, but not as much as the first one. This one is much more emotionally based. Kinda sad though, so watch it. =)
Chapter 1:
"Or if you will, thrusting me beneath your clothing, where I may feel the throbs of your heart or rest upon your hip. Carry me when you go forth over land or sea; for thus merely touching you is enough, is best. And thus touching you would I silently sleep and be carried eternally."
The deep brown eyes burned into the eyes of the brunette in the back of the room. As he read, he paused, the effect more dramatic on the girl who seemed to be in complete control. But he could see the intense look in her eyes and her nervous hand twirling her hair. She brought one hand down to her neck where she grasped the necklace that lay, the gold half heart exposing a faint glow. Her breathing slowly intensed. Her face showed a hint of pain, the whole time, their eyes were locked together.
He looked down at the poem in his hands, hoping to ease his eagerness, but by now the class seemed focused on something else. He looked back up and saw her grasping the necklace as if for dear life, turning red as she lost air.
"Liz!" Then her eyes slowly rolled back and she fainted.
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A WEEK AGO:
The sun was coming through the window and Liz awoke, her eyes squinting at the sunlight. She smiled, as if awakening from a pleasant dream. She finally sat up, and saw the figure by her window. They made eye contact and she felt her heart flutter. A small smile crept up on her lips. She signaled for him to hold on and ran to get fixed up in the bathroom. When she was done, she ran out to find Max sitting patiently on her bed.
"What are you...? How did...?"
"I let myself in." Max stated with a proud smirk.
"Obviously." Liz smiled and tried to tidy up, suddenly aware of Max's presence.
"I had to see you." His voice was deep and soothing, and made her muscles quiver with excitement.
"That badly? It's like 7:30AM, and it's Saturday. You hate waking up early on Saturdays."
"I dreamt about you again last night." Liz looked up from the floor at Max. He took the pile of clothes from her hand and placed it on the corner of the floor. He sat her between his legs on her bed. She looked back at him, their eyes locked on each other as he brought her hair to her shoulder.
"Max?"
"I keep seeing you. The images are vivid. I can feel you... even now, hours later."
"What do you mean?"
"Eliza. Antar. It's all coming back to me, slowly, but vividly, I remember. I can still feel the butterflies I got when you walked by. When you walked by, when you got angry, the burn inside your eyes. The feel of your warm neck when I placed the necklace on it. The satin sheets on our skin. Your hair, your eyes. Liz, what I feel for you is... unexplainable. But when I remember these things, that feeling is multiplied by a thousand. I can't bear the thought of being away from you. Of not touching you, or kissing you."
He placed his hands on her cheeks, softly cupping her face in his hands. He kissed her, slowly but passionately, their bodies responding violently to the chemistry. He couldn't keep his hands still, wanting to touch every part of her. She was his eternal soulmate. The flashes poured in, which only increased the passion.
"Max...."
"Yea?" They tried to talk between breaths.
"I love you." Max stopped and put his forehead on hers.
"I've always loved you."
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"You're going out again?!" Maria followed Liz around the Crashdown, complaining in her whiny voice.
"No! No, Liz you can't! I'm feeling all left out here. For the past six weeks you've been like floating. Oh Max, Max Max Max. Talking about visiting another planet and such. You're lucky I haven't sent you to the looney bin!"
"Maria. After everything you've seen and been through, you doubt the possibility of me going to another planet???"
"Stories of traveling through galaxies are o.k. coming from the pod squad. But from you? Babe, you're the logical one! I shouldn't be here trying to convince you that you haven't traveled through space!" Maria slammed her rag down in frustration. Liz looked around panicked and dragged Maria into the back room.
"SHHH!!! You want my dad to hear you?"
"Maybe he can knock some sense into you!"
"Maria, look ok?! I'm telling the truth! I don't go around making up stores of interstellar dimensions! You should know that! Maria plopped herself on the small couch with a loud sigh.
"Ok. Liz you're my best friend. More than that, you're like my sister. I care for you. That's why I worry. You spent a couple of days in the hospital with bruises to the head because of what was supposed to be a car accident. Then you go off talking about visiting Antar. What was I supposed to think?" Maria sat fiddling with her hair and looked up and over at Liz, who was cleaning out her locker. Liz turned around with a smile on her face.
"Why are you smiling at me like that?"
"Just memories."
"Of what?"
"Us. I was on this whole valedictorian path, you know?" Maria smiled at the memory.
"Yea, I had freaked out pretty bad huh?"
"Freaked out? Try more like ran out screaming. That's why I understand that it's hard to believe me. But I swear it's true." Maria sighed and motioned for Liz to sit next to her on the couch. Liz took off her antennas and sat next to Maria, her head on her shoulders. Maria rubbed Liz's head and Liz closed her eyes.
"You were on your way to becoming a world renowned scientist... now you're the experiment." Liz smiled. It was true; how weird, the way things changed.
"But if you're sure of it, then we need to get together to talk, because we would obviously have a lot to talk about." Maria kissed Liz's head softly and then pushed her off.
"Ok, back to work."
"Maria!"
"Oh, fine! Go! But Friday is mine! Got it? No questions asked!" Liz jumped up with joy.
"Thank you! You're the best!"
"Yea, yea." Maria made her way to the push door to leave and turned back to say one more thing to Liz. When she saw Liz's face, Liz was looking dizzy, her eyes rolled back and Maria ran back to catch her as she fainted.
"LIZ!" She brought her friend over to the couch.
"Liz, answer me!" Maria looked at Liz's pained face, and saw her eyes slowly flutter open. They were glazed and looked suddenly exhausted.
"Girl, don't you dare scare me like that ever again!" Liz was grasping for air and regaining consciousness.
"Oh... sorry. Just a little dizzy."
"Liz, what's the matter?"
"Just a little tired... I think I just need to eat."
"Maybe you shouldn't go out tonight..."
"No! No, I'm fine. Max'll be here in no time. Just don't say anything ok? Please."
"Liz..."
"Maria... please. You have to swear on our friendship."
"You're not pregnant are you?" Liz met Maria's eyes with a look of horror in her own.
"KIDDING! Geez... I better be kidding."
"OH, of course. Of course." Liz giggled nervously and Maria looked at Liz unsure of what had just happened.
"Thank you." Liz hugged Maria tightly and went out into the dining hall.
"That was weird."
"Hello! I don't cook this food for myself." Michael looked at Maria as he leaned up against the kitchen door, his face all sweaty from the heat of the stove.
"Chill out space boy, I'm coming." Michael stared at Maria under his lashes.
"What? You want a polaroid?" Maria caught his eyes and he made a face.
"Your button is open." She looked down and saw her red bra slightly exposed.
"Oh!" She quickly turned around and buttoned it up.
"You're welcome." She rolled her eyes and turned to him.
"Michael we have to talk."
"About?" Michael turned around and headed back towards the stove.
"About the other night."
"Not the time or place."
"Well, it's my time, and I'm here, so it works for me." She walked in after him and leaned back against the counter. He turned back to look at her.
"Look, I know the drill Maria. It's nothing new. It's not the first time it's happened. You could care less, it was all in good fun. Blah, blah."
"Michael..."
"Table 8. Make sure you give them their milkshake too." He turned around and Maria sighed loudly. It was just like Michael Guerin to avoid important conversations.
"Michael. Michael! Come on..."
"Table 8 is patiently waiting..."
"Let them wait! And stop avoiding me!"
"I'm not! I'm right here, aren't I? You're just paranoid, so get over it."
"Ah!!! You are so unbearable! Look, I'm tired of arguing ok?"
"Ditto." Michael put down the plates he had in his hand and grabbed Maria by the collar of her uniform. He kissed her passionately, letting go of all of his frustration and loneliness on her lips. He violently let go and Maria simply stood, slightly out of breath and openmouthed.
"Table 8." He gave her a small push and put the plates in her hand. She grabbed them with wide eyes and walked out into the dining hall.
Liz sat on one of the revolving stools, at the counter. She looked over at a frustrated Michael before she heard the pitch of his voice. He and Maria were fighting. Again. She wondered what it was about arguing that got them all riled up. But then again, they were Michael and Maria. The most unlikely, yet somehow most obvious couple on Earth. She spun from side to side like a child as she ate her fries. That's when she spotted Max walking in. She met his eyes for an instant, and when she saw the need burning within his hazel depths, she had to look down. His presence did something to her. Something that even now, she could never explain.
"Hey." His whisper was soft and intimate as he kissed her lips tenderly.
"Hey." She felt her heart speed up at his touch. Ever since their trip, she had felt complete. Connected to him in so many ways, it was frightening. He had touched her... physically, spiritually, and emotionally. Max Evans held her soul.
"Let's go." He held out his hand and she grabbed it as they rushed out to his blue corvette.
"Where are we going?"
"Anywhere." He smiled as he held the door open for her. She got in and smiled back. There was no denying that she loved this man. They drove down the highway and off to a dirt road.
"Buckley Point?"
"What can I say? I'm weak."
"Shouldn't we have dinner or something?"
"I thought after we were done here, we could go off to Senor Chow's. I figured you'd be pretty hungry later on." Max smiled mischievously.
"And what is it you plan to do that will make us so hungry Mr. Evans?"
"I figured I'd leave that to you."
"Oh..." Liz smiled back and climbed on Max's lap.
"Well, we could do some more searching into our pasts." She got close to his face, her smell teasing his senses.
"That sounds fine to me." He whispered the words practically on her lips, then they involved themselves in each other so passionately and so quickly, that it was almost electrical when they felt the flashes.
FLASH
"Now what?"
"What do you mean now what? This is it Zan. This is all you get." The fire burned in her eyes, her anger was flaring wildly. He had a way of bringing out both her good and bad side.
"Eliza, don't get all smart with me."
"I don't even know why I ever bother!" She began to walk away and he grabbed her hand to twirl her around. They stood face to face for a moment, their eyes diving into the colored pools.
"You are the most..."
"Amazing, beautiful, awe-inspiring thing I've ever had to lay my eyes on." He kissed her passionately, and she stood tense at first, but then let herself go under the strong arms of the king.
"I'm leaving Zan. There's not much else we can do about it." She whispered to him between breaths. He felt his heart begin to break. His father was dying, and now the love of his life was being sent away from him.
"You can't go Ellie. I won't let you."
"You haven't called me that since we were kids."
"I don't know what I'll do with myself if you leave."
"And you really don't know what you'll do if I stay. Zan you just don't know what you're doing. You need time to clear your head. Let it all sink in. If you need me, I'll be a digi- com away." She began to pull away but he held her tight once again.
"I love you."
"Those are the words of a desperate man." She pulled herself out of his grip and ran off, before he could see the tears in her eyes. As far as he was concerned, she no longer cared for him enough to stay and put up with his childish leadership. But she would have stayed and more for him. It was her parents' decision to leave, and so she had to do the hardest thing she ever thought possible. Let him go.
REALITY
"Max... Max stop, stop." Liz pulled away from the heated make out session. Her hair was a mess and the windows were completely fogged. The pounding in her ears was beginning to be deafening. Her head was like a marching band. She needed air before she passed out.
"Liz, Liz what's the matter?"
"I don't know. I feel... I feel a little overwhelmed. I'm sorry."
"Oh no. Don't apologize. Come on, maybe some fresh air will do you good." He opened the door and they got out and leaned on the hood of the car. He held her hand, and rubbed her knuckles softly with his fingertips.
"I love you Liz." He looked over at Liz who looked like she was struggling to breathe. She was gasping for air and when she turned to face Max, he saw the pain suddenly flash across her face and all of a sudden she had a violent convulsion, her body being thrust forward, her head flying back.
"LIZ!" Max grabbed Liz by the waist and held her tightly to calm her.
"Tell me where it hurts. Come on Liz, I can't fix it unless you tell me. Please." He began to feel the panic rise in his throat and knew by now it was evident in his eyes.
"Liz... baby, please." He lay her on the ground and passed his hand around her body. He tried to find the area that was causing her pain. He passed his hands up and down, her arms, her legs, her head. That's when she finally woke up.
Summary: Sequel to FOR THEN, FOR NOW, FOREVER. Liz and Max begin to suffer the consequences of their visit to Antar. Not knowing what to do, they embark on a journey that can only end in dispair. But... when time goes by, is it worth staying in Roswell?
Rating: PG-13
Author's Note: I hope you enjoy this sequel. It's a bit sci-fi, but not as much as the first one. This one is much more emotionally based. Kinda sad though, so watch it. =)
Chapter 1:
"Or if you will, thrusting me beneath your clothing, where I may feel the throbs of your heart or rest upon your hip. Carry me when you go forth over land or sea; for thus merely touching you is enough, is best. And thus touching you would I silently sleep and be carried eternally."
The deep brown eyes burned into the eyes of the brunette in the back of the room. As he read, he paused, the effect more dramatic on the girl who seemed to be in complete control. But he could see the intense look in her eyes and her nervous hand twirling her hair. She brought one hand down to her neck where she grasped the necklace that lay, the gold half heart exposing a faint glow. Her breathing slowly intensed. Her face showed a hint of pain, the whole time, their eyes were locked together.
He looked down at the poem in his hands, hoping to ease his eagerness, but by now the class seemed focused on something else. He looked back up and saw her grasping the necklace as if for dear life, turning red as she lost air.
"Liz!" Then her eyes slowly rolled back and she fainted.
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A WEEK AGO:
The sun was coming through the window and Liz awoke, her eyes squinting at the sunlight. She smiled, as if awakening from a pleasant dream. She finally sat up, and saw the figure by her window. They made eye contact and she felt her heart flutter. A small smile crept up on her lips. She signaled for him to hold on and ran to get fixed up in the bathroom. When she was done, she ran out to find Max sitting patiently on her bed.
"What are you...? How did...?"
"I let myself in." Max stated with a proud smirk.
"Obviously." Liz smiled and tried to tidy up, suddenly aware of Max's presence.
"I had to see you." His voice was deep and soothing, and made her muscles quiver with excitement.
"That badly? It's like 7:30AM, and it's Saturday. You hate waking up early on Saturdays."
"I dreamt about you again last night." Liz looked up from the floor at Max. He took the pile of clothes from her hand and placed it on the corner of the floor. He sat her between his legs on her bed. She looked back at him, their eyes locked on each other as he brought her hair to her shoulder.
"Max?"
"I keep seeing you. The images are vivid. I can feel you... even now, hours later."
"What do you mean?"
"Eliza. Antar. It's all coming back to me, slowly, but vividly, I remember. I can still feel the butterflies I got when you walked by. When you walked by, when you got angry, the burn inside your eyes. The feel of your warm neck when I placed the necklace on it. The satin sheets on our skin. Your hair, your eyes. Liz, what I feel for you is... unexplainable. But when I remember these things, that feeling is multiplied by a thousand. I can't bear the thought of being away from you. Of not touching you, or kissing you."
He placed his hands on her cheeks, softly cupping her face in his hands. He kissed her, slowly but passionately, their bodies responding violently to the chemistry. He couldn't keep his hands still, wanting to touch every part of her. She was his eternal soulmate. The flashes poured in, which only increased the passion.
"Max...."
"Yea?" They tried to talk between breaths.
"I love you." Max stopped and put his forehead on hers.
"I've always loved you."
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"You're going out again?!" Maria followed Liz around the Crashdown, complaining in her whiny voice.
"No! No, Liz you can't! I'm feeling all left out here. For the past six weeks you've been like floating. Oh Max, Max Max Max. Talking about visiting another planet and such. You're lucky I haven't sent you to the looney bin!"
"Maria. After everything you've seen and been through, you doubt the possibility of me going to another planet???"
"Stories of traveling through galaxies are o.k. coming from the pod squad. But from you? Babe, you're the logical one! I shouldn't be here trying to convince you that you haven't traveled through space!" Maria slammed her rag down in frustration. Liz looked around panicked and dragged Maria into the back room.
"SHHH!!! You want my dad to hear you?"
"Maybe he can knock some sense into you!"
"Maria, look ok?! I'm telling the truth! I don't go around making up stores of interstellar dimensions! You should know that! Maria plopped herself on the small couch with a loud sigh.
"Ok. Liz you're my best friend. More than that, you're like my sister. I care for you. That's why I worry. You spent a couple of days in the hospital with bruises to the head because of what was supposed to be a car accident. Then you go off talking about visiting Antar. What was I supposed to think?" Maria sat fiddling with her hair and looked up and over at Liz, who was cleaning out her locker. Liz turned around with a smile on her face.
"Why are you smiling at me like that?"
"Just memories."
"Of what?"
"Us. I was on this whole valedictorian path, you know?" Maria smiled at the memory.
"Yea, I had freaked out pretty bad huh?"
"Freaked out? Try more like ran out screaming. That's why I understand that it's hard to believe me. But I swear it's true." Maria sighed and motioned for Liz to sit next to her on the couch. Liz took off her antennas and sat next to Maria, her head on her shoulders. Maria rubbed Liz's head and Liz closed her eyes.
"You were on your way to becoming a world renowned scientist... now you're the experiment." Liz smiled. It was true; how weird, the way things changed.
"But if you're sure of it, then we need to get together to talk, because we would obviously have a lot to talk about." Maria kissed Liz's head softly and then pushed her off.
"Ok, back to work."
"Maria!"
"Oh, fine! Go! But Friday is mine! Got it? No questions asked!" Liz jumped up with joy.
"Thank you! You're the best!"
"Yea, yea." Maria made her way to the push door to leave and turned back to say one more thing to Liz. When she saw Liz's face, Liz was looking dizzy, her eyes rolled back and Maria ran back to catch her as she fainted.
"LIZ!" She brought her friend over to the couch.
"Liz, answer me!" Maria looked at Liz's pained face, and saw her eyes slowly flutter open. They were glazed and looked suddenly exhausted.
"Girl, don't you dare scare me like that ever again!" Liz was grasping for air and regaining consciousness.
"Oh... sorry. Just a little dizzy."
"Liz, what's the matter?"
"Just a little tired... I think I just need to eat."
"Maybe you shouldn't go out tonight..."
"No! No, I'm fine. Max'll be here in no time. Just don't say anything ok? Please."
"Liz..."
"Maria... please. You have to swear on our friendship."
"You're not pregnant are you?" Liz met Maria's eyes with a look of horror in her own.
"KIDDING! Geez... I better be kidding."
"OH, of course. Of course." Liz giggled nervously and Maria looked at Liz unsure of what had just happened.
"Thank you." Liz hugged Maria tightly and went out into the dining hall.
"That was weird."
"Hello! I don't cook this food for myself." Michael looked at Maria as he leaned up against the kitchen door, his face all sweaty from the heat of the stove.
"Chill out space boy, I'm coming." Michael stared at Maria under his lashes.
"What? You want a polaroid?" Maria caught his eyes and he made a face.
"Your button is open." She looked down and saw her red bra slightly exposed.
"Oh!" She quickly turned around and buttoned it up.
"You're welcome." She rolled her eyes and turned to him.
"Michael we have to talk."
"About?" Michael turned around and headed back towards the stove.
"About the other night."
"Not the time or place."
"Well, it's my time, and I'm here, so it works for me." She walked in after him and leaned back against the counter. He turned back to look at her.
"Look, I know the drill Maria. It's nothing new. It's not the first time it's happened. You could care less, it was all in good fun. Blah, blah."
"Michael..."
"Table 8. Make sure you give them their milkshake too." He turned around and Maria sighed loudly. It was just like Michael Guerin to avoid important conversations.
"Michael. Michael! Come on..."
"Table 8 is patiently waiting..."
"Let them wait! And stop avoiding me!"
"I'm not! I'm right here, aren't I? You're just paranoid, so get over it."
"Ah!!! You are so unbearable! Look, I'm tired of arguing ok?"
"Ditto." Michael put down the plates he had in his hand and grabbed Maria by the collar of her uniform. He kissed her passionately, letting go of all of his frustration and loneliness on her lips. He violently let go and Maria simply stood, slightly out of breath and openmouthed.
"Table 8." He gave her a small push and put the plates in her hand. She grabbed them with wide eyes and walked out into the dining hall.
Liz sat on one of the revolving stools, at the counter. She looked over at a frustrated Michael before she heard the pitch of his voice. He and Maria were fighting. Again. She wondered what it was about arguing that got them all riled up. But then again, they were Michael and Maria. The most unlikely, yet somehow most obvious couple on Earth. She spun from side to side like a child as she ate her fries. That's when she spotted Max walking in. She met his eyes for an instant, and when she saw the need burning within his hazel depths, she had to look down. His presence did something to her. Something that even now, she could never explain.
"Hey." His whisper was soft and intimate as he kissed her lips tenderly.
"Hey." She felt her heart speed up at his touch. Ever since their trip, she had felt complete. Connected to him in so many ways, it was frightening. He had touched her... physically, spiritually, and emotionally. Max Evans held her soul.
"Let's go." He held out his hand and she grabbed it as they rushed out to his blue corvette.
"Where are we going?"
"Anywhere." He smiled as he held the door open for her. She got in and smiled back. There was no denying that she loved this man. They drove down the highway and off to a dirt road.
"Buckley Point?"
"What can I say? I'm weak."
"Shouldn't we have dinner or something?"
"I thought after we were done here, we could go off to Senor Chow's. I figured you'd be pretty hungry later on." Max smiled mischievously.
"And what is it you plan to do that will make us so hungry Mr. Evans?"
"I figured I'd leave that to you."
"Oh..." Liz smiled back and climbed on Max's lap.
"Well, we could do some more searching into our pasts." She got close to his face, her smell teasing his senses.
"That sounds fine to me." He whispered the words practically on her lips, then they involved themselves in each other so passionately and so quickly, that it was almost electrical when they felt the flashes.
FLASH
"Now what?"
"What do you mean now what? This is it Zan. This is all you get." The fire burned in her eyes, her anger was flaring wildly. He had a way of bringing out both her good and bad side.
"Eliza, don't get all smart with me."
"I don't even know why I ever bother!" She began to walk away and he grabbed her hand to twirl her around. They stood face to face for a moment, their eyes diving into the colored pools.
"You are the most..."
"Amazing, beautiful, awe-inspiring thing I've ever had to lay my eyes on." He kissed her passionately, and she stood tense at first, but then let herself go under the strong arms of the king.
"I'm leaving Zan. There's not much else we can do about it." She whispered to him between breaths. He felt his heart begin to break. His father was dying, and now the love of his life was being sent away from him.
"You can't go Ellie. I won't let you."
"You haven't called me that since we were kids."
"I don't know what I'll do with myself if you leave."
"And you really don't know what you'll do if I stay. Zan you just don't know what you're doing. You need time to clear your head. Let it all sink in. If you need me, I'll be a digi- com away." She began to pull away but he held her tight once again.
"I love you."
"Those are the words of a desperate man." She pulled herself out of his grip and ran off, before he could see the tears in her eyes. As far as he was concerned, she no longer cared for him enough to stay and put up with his childish leadership. But she would have stayed and more for him. It was her parents' decision to leave, and so she had to do the hardest thing she ever thought possible. Let him go.
REALITY
"Max... Max stop, stop." Liz pulled away from the heated make out session. Her hair was a mess and the windows were completely fogged. The pounding in her ears was beginning to be deafening. Her head was like a marching band. She needed air before she passed out.
"Liz, Liz what's the matter?"
"I don't know. I feel... I feel a little overwhelmed. I'm sorry."
"Oh no. Don't apologize. Come on, maybe some fresh air will do you good." He opened the door and they got out and leaned on the hood of the car. He held her hand, and rubbed her knuckles softly with his fingertips.
"I love you Liz." He looked over at Liz who looked like she was struggling to breathe. She was gasping for air and when she turned to face Max, he saw the pain suddenly flash across her face and all of a sudden she had a violent convulsion, her body being thrust forward, her head flying back.
"LIZ!" Max grabbed Liz by the waist and held her tightly to calm her.
"Tell me where it hurts. Come on Liz, I can't fix it unless you tell me. Please." He began to feel the panic rise in his throat and knew by now it was evident in his eyes.
"Liz... baby, please." He lay her on the ground and passed his hand around her body. He tried to find the area that was causing her pain. He passed his hands up and down, her arms, her legs, her head. That's when she finally woke up.