TITLE: Changes in me
AUTHOR: daineuk2000 [Jen]
WRITTEN: August 2002
SPOILERS: Set after the season three episode "Ch-Ch-Changes". Spoilers for that episode and the general Max/Liz/Mr Parker storyline.
RATING: G (General; suitable for all. Nothing in this one to bump up the rating).
DISTRIBUTION: Yes! Email me at skinny.janet@talk21.com to ask first, so I can keep track of where it's posted.
DISCLAIMER: I didn't create or develop Roswell. Go talk to Melinda Metz and Jason Katims about that one.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: This is my first published Roswell fanfiction, so don't expect a masterpiece. This fic is from Liz's POV, and is very much like a diary entry. Please read and review; feedback would be very helpful.
DEDICATION: Emily Balls, this is for you. Your work taught me that a short fic can work just as well as a long one, and there doesn't always have to be a happy ending, or even an ending at all. Thanks for co-running Save Roswell UK with me. This story is angsty, so I hope you like it!
I'm Liz Parker and something just happened that I feel I must share with you. I got on a bus to go to boarding school in Vermont, entirely of my own free will. You may be asking yourself how something like this could happen after I've spent months fighting my Father; persuading him to let me stay in Roswell, and convincing him that being with Max isn't bad for me. I guess the answer to that question would be that I stopped believing.
I stopped believing in Max. When most people lose their faith it's their faith in God, life, their parents, or even themselves that has gone missing. For me it was my faith in Max Evans that disappeared.
My faith in Max Evans disappeared after I started to notice changes. Ava once told me that because Max brought me back from the dead I'm different. That's how I was able to appear in his mind in the city of New York and save his life. Part of me is not human. I went through a phase about a year ago when I used to check for changes.
I used to check for changes, make sure that every part of me was still human; physically and spiritually. I didn't want antenna to sprout from the top of my head or to develop a sudden craving for Tabasco sauce, and if I did I wanted to be right on top of it. Lately I haven't been checking. And typically, when I'd just stopped worrying that I am going to transform into an alien, I started to change.
I started to change a couple of days ago. I was looking in a mirror at school and my face seemed to have disappeared. When I went to talk to Kyle about it, I sent electrical jolts into a car stereo. Now, lightning-like sparks are running all through my body. It hurts.
It hurts when the power courses through me and it hurts when I try to use it. Most of all it hurts when Max touches me. According to the Destiny book, Max can use my new powers, along with the healing crystals, to strengthen his own alien abilities. But when he lays his hand on my skin, my whole body feels as though its being struck by lightning. And I can't stand to be hurt by Max.
I can't stand to be hurt by Max, and I know it hurts him that he's hurting me. So I'm going somewhere far away where he can't hurt me and I can't hurt him. I'm going to the Winnamen Academy in Vermont. I'm leaving Roswell.
AUTHOR: daineuk2000 [Jen]
WRITTEN: August 2002
SPOILERS: Set after the season three episode "Ch-Ch-Changes". Spoilers for that episode and the general Max/Liz/Mr Parker storyline.
RATING: G (General; suitable for all. Nothing in this one to bump up the rating).
DISTRIBUTION: Yes! Email me at skinny.janet@talk21.com to ask first, so I can keep track of where it's posted.
DISCLAIMER: I didn't create or develop Roswell. Go talk to Melinda Metz and Jason Katims about that one.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: This is my first published Roswell fanfiction, so don't expect a masterpiece. This fic is from Liz's POV, and is very much like a diary entry. Please read and review; feedback would be very helpful.
DEDICATION: Emily Balls, this is for you. Your work taught me that a short fic can work just as well as a long one, and there doesn't always have to be a happy ending, or even an ending at all. Thanks for co-running Save Roswell UK with me. This story is angsty, so I hope you like it!
I'm Liz Parker and something just happened that I feel I must share with you. I got on a bus to go to boarding school in Vermont, entirely of my own free will. You may be asking yourself how something like this could happen after I've spent months fighting my Father; persuading him to let me stay in Roswell, and convincing him that being with Max isn't bad for me. I guess the answer to that question would be that I stopped believing.
I stopped believing in Max. When most people lose their faith it's their faith in God, life, their parents, or even themselves that has gone missing. For me it was my faith in Max Evans that disappeared.
My faith in Max Evans disappeared after I started to notice changes. Ava once told me that because Max brought me back from the dead I'm different. That's how I was able to appear in his mind in the city of New York and save his life. Part of me is not human. I went through a phase about a year ago when I used to check for changes.
I used to check for changes, make sure that every part of me was still human; physically and spiritually. I didn't want antenna to sprout from the top of my head or to develop a sudden craving for Tabasco sauce, and if I did I wanted to be right on top of it. Lately I haven't been checking. And typically, when I'd just stopped worrying that I am going to transform into an alien, I started to change.
I started to change a couple of days ago. I was looking in a mirror at school and my face seemed to have disappeared. When I went to talk to Kyle about it, I sent electrical jolts into a car stereo. Now, lightning-like sparks are running all through my body. It hurts.
It hurts when the power courses through me and it hurts when I try to use it. Most of all it hurts when Max touches me. According to the Destiny book, Max can use my new powers, along with the healing crystals, to strengthen his own alien abilities. But when he lays his hand on my skin, my whole body feels as though its being struck by lightning. And I can't stand to be hurt by Max.
I can't stand to be hurt by Max, and I know it hurts him that he's hurting me. So I'm going somewhere far away where he can't hurt me and I can't hurt him. I'm going to the Winnamen Academy in Vermont. I'm leaving Roswell.