Disclaimer: You all know I don't own Roswell if you want a disclaimer read someone else's story.

A.N: This is a one shot, its kind of pointless, but then again so is life. Hope you like.

Max watched, captivated, as Liz glided closer to him. The dress she had decided to where tonight was beautiful and looked amazing on her, it was green silk, spaghetti strapped and hugged the curves of her breasts and hips before curving out into a flowering skirt. She had on a dark green long sleeved shear sweater like thing over the dress, a golden clasp in front kept it in place. Her dark hair was up in a bun with two strands hanging down on each side of her face. A small golden tiara shaped like interwoven vines, with tiny emerald leaves glittering hear and there, adorned her head. She was a goddess. His breath caught in his throat at the sight of her. This was to good to be true; she was to good to be true. He didn't deserve a goddess like her, not him who had hurt her and betrayed her to many times to remember, he could never deserve her. Yet hear she was, with him in this unearthly place, and there did not seem to be another soul anywhere, they where alone. Sheryl Crow's "I shall believe" played quietly in the background setting a romantic mood. Suddenly her arms where around his neck and his hands rested on her hips and they where dancing and smiling as if they had been like that for an hour instead of barely a minute. Her body fit perfectly against his and he knew that know matter what happened as long as he could hold her like this he would be fine. She looked up at him and laughed as there eyes met. He stared down into those eyes so full of mysteries and answers, truth and lies, behind those eyes rested an old soul that was to wise for her own good, youth and old age became one in those eyes. God, how he loved them, loved her. Slowly he dropped his head, closing the distance between them, finally there lips met in a perfect kiss and Max - Sat up in bed, his hart beating and his breath coming in short gasps, that was the third time this week he'd had that dream, and it was starting to drive him crazy. Max laid back down hoping to get some sleep but doubting it would happen.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Same time, across town. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Liz Parker sat up in bed, a smile on her face. God she loved these new alien powers of hers, especially dream walking. With a content sigh, she laid back falling into a normal happy sleep. A picture of Max clutched protectively to her chest.

The End

A.N: I was sick when I wrote this so if you do not like it blame it on
the common cold. If you do like it, give credit to my creative genius,
not the cold. R/R!