Hey, this is my first Fanfic so i would really like it if you could tell me what you think!
"Are you sure you want to do this?"
"I have to see them again Max, I need to explain!"
"We can't stay for long. We stalled them for a while, but we can't stay for more than a few weeks. Once everyone else meets us here, we have to go."
"Okay."
He kissed her lips softy and passionately, like they were still seventeen. As they hopped out of the car, Liz stared up at the weathered sign of the Crashdown Café. Memories come flooding back into her head from the last time she looked up at the sign in the moonlight, with tears in her eyes, knowing that it could be the last time she ever sees her home again. That was fifteen years ago.
Max watched her inquisitively, knowing what she was thinking from the look on her face. Despite all they had been through since they were here last, he never loved her more than right now.
They had been all over, trying to escape the FBI and Military who relentlessly were chasing them. The plan was that once Max and Liz returned to Roswell and found it safe, Michael, Kyle and Maria would meet them a week later, followed by Isabel, who was visiting Jesse in Boston. They would then decide where to go from there.
Max squeezed Liz's hand to remind her that he was there, and they entered the Crashdown's glass doors.
An elderly man looked up from behind the counter. His expressions were mixed in with a face full of worry and sadness. He noticed the couple standing in front of the doorway, and his mouth dropped open.
"Liz?"
"Zan, are you sure you have the right place? This town doesn't look too promising?"
"Roswell, New Mexico. This is the place!"
"We ran away just to end up in a dusty old desert town? The things I do for you ET!"
"Charlie, shut up!"
"I'm just saying, Mick and Lisa will be looking for you. They'll be worried."
"They're hiding something from me."
"Not as much as your hiding from them."
"They can't ever know the truth about me. You shouldn't know the truth about me!"
"Its not my fault I got shot! You didn't have to heal me Zan! I didn't make you do anything. I would have been perfectly happy dying surrounded by my own pool of blood!"
"Not funny! Please, will you just help me? I need to know where I come from, why I have these powers. Please?"
Zan looked down at her with dark, begging eyes. She always hated it when he did this. The first thing she wanted to say to his parents if they ever find them is "Why did you give him those ludicrous eyes? Do you know how much damage he does to your conscious when he gives you those looks?"
He kissed her neck as bribery, followed by another look of pleading. Zan had this guilt thing down to an art.
"Fine, if it really means that much to you. But remember, you owe me!"
"I saved you life!"
"I didn't ask you to!"
"That's beside the point!"
"It is not!"
"We should probably find a place to stay for the night!"
"Nice way to change the subject!"
"Shut up!"
"What about the Evan's? Aren't you going to go and see if they know anything about your parents?"
"In the morning, its too late now."
Liz woke to find an empty space where Max lay last night. The sheets were thrown down on top of the mattress, like a poor attempt at making a bed. Liz can still recall last night. The taste of the air, the look on her parents face when she showed them her powers. Their faces were a mix of confusion and horror, as if they were waiting to wake up from a bad dream. She remembered the way her father wouldn't let her go, the way he smelt her hair and couldn't stop staring at her. The looks they gave Max, full of blame and resent, but happiness all at the same time. Her fathered cried when they left for the Evan's house. Thinking that he would never get to see her again. Not wanting to loose his only child again. The Evan's were happy to see them again. They hugged Liz as if she was truly family. This made her wonder if her parents would ever hug Max the way that they hugged her.
Liz's thoughts of last night were interrupted by a figure standing at the door.
"Hey, your awake!"
"Hi!"
Max sat down on the bed and kissed her good morning. He stoked her hair out her eyes and kissed her again. Max could sense that she was worried.
"They were just surprised, that's all. They still love you!"
"They blame me for what I did to them. They hate me for what I've become. They hate that I'm different from them. I thought they would understand, but they don't!"
"They don't hate you. They don't blame you for anything. They blame me for taking you away from them, for changing you, for putting you in danger, but they don't hate you!"
"How do I know that?"
"You just have to trust me."
"With my life!"
Max lent over and kissed her again, but longer this time. Despite the many years that they had been together, each kiss still felt like the first. So full of love and passion that every time they touched she felt as if she was going to explode.
"There's pancakes in the kitchen as a welcome home present. Dad had to go to work and Mum went to the shops, so we have the house all to ourselves."
"What did you have in mind?"
