Disclaimer: I do not own Roswell or any of the characters from the series. All rights belong to Melinda Metz and Jason Katims. They own them. I'm just borrowing them; I promise I'll put them back when I'm finished.
Summary: This is a future fic sort of. It goes off of everything we have except for Graduation. That didn't exactly sit right with me.. so like any other creative person I just left that whole running away thing out. So what we have on our hands is the Pod Squad in the Boston area. They're all doing their college thing. This is a M/L because I'm a hopeless romantic and they make me believe in love. There's also some M/M and maybe, just maybe, some K/I we'll see what happens. Feedback is greatly appreciated.
Chapter One
The rain fell silently outside her window. She watched it fall in little droplets to the branches outside. Spring had sprung and soon they would be graduating. She hadn't been sleeping very well. The premonitions had been getting more frequent and more intense causing her to wake up in a cold sweat. Something bad was going to happen but she had no idea what or when. Very gently she eased herself out of her bed as not to wake him. She padded over to the window and gazed out into the skies. It was raining but there were only a few clouds in the night sky. Stars twinkled back at her as if they were winking about an inside joke or something. She thought about how her life had changed so much in the last few years. Six years had passed since she graduated as West Roswell High's Valedictorian. Six years. She remembered standing on that stage at the school wearing her crimson cap and gown delivering the commencement speech as a brave, but always a little nervous, eighteen-year old. Now she was a twenty-four year old young woman with her dreams right in front of her. In less than two months she would be graduating from Harvard University with a doctorate in biology.
Staring out into the vast openness she felt a wave of fear rush over her. She closed her eyes and pressed her hands against the window for support. Images rushed through her mind. They frightened her. Something terrible was going to happen. She didn't know what. She never knew what, she just knew it was going to be horrible. Resting her forehead to the glass, she thought about what she'd seen in her mind. Tears started to trickle down her cheeks. Suddenly she felt a pair of strong arms around her waist. She leaned back to let him hold her. "What's wrong Liz?" he asked her softly. She turned and buried her face in his chest. She was scaring him. "What is it?" he asked again, bending to look into the dark eyes he'd fallen in love with so many years before. "Nothing... will you... can you just hold me?" she asked, her voice no higher than a whisper. He led her back to her bed and helped her in. He made himself comfortable then curled his arms around her as she snuggled down into his warmth. She was still crying. "Liz, please tell me what's wrong..." he pleaded. Liz turned her body to face his and gently pressed her lips to his causing their connection to open. The same images she'd seen not ten minutes earlier rushed into his mind. The thing that he knew was her worst fear had come true in the images. His people came for him and took him, Isabel, and Michael back to their home planet, because of the war. She was scared that he was going to leave her and never come back. That was her fear. Liz slowly pulled away from him. He sat up in her bed and ran his hand through the dark mass of hair on his head. "You're still afraid that I'm going to leave you..." he asked softly glancing over at her. She nodded. "Liz, I'm never going to leave you. Not ever. I thought you realized that when you accepted my proposal."
"What if they need you?" she started. "What if they need you to come home because you're the only one who can save them? What if your people die because you wouldn't go home?"
"I am home. Where ever we're together is home to me." He said taking her in his arms. She rested her head on his shoulder. "I love you Liz. There's nothing that could keep me from you."
"I love you Max," she whispered. He held her close to him for the rest of the night.
The sun crept through the blinds and over the deep blue comforter. Liz lay curled in Max's arms sleeping peacefully. Max had been awake for a little while, watching her sleep. He knew the alarm clock was going to go off soon. She had class in an hour and he still needed to go to his dorm to shower and change for his class, which was also in an hour. Deciding on his course of action, he turned off the alarm clock and gently rubbed her arm. "Liz..." he murmured trying to wake her. She snuggled closer to him. "You have to get up sweetness." She shook her head no and continued her snuggle into him. "Come on, Liz..." he pleaded. She opened her eyes and drank in the sight before her. Max was lying beside her, comfortably propped on one arm staring at her. The blankets had slipped down exposing his well-defined chest. The warm amber eyes she'd fallen in love with so many years before greeted her with a smile only Max could produce. "Good morning beautiful." He said kissing her gently. "Good morning yourself." She replied, giving him a kiss. She lay back in the bed and sighed. "What time do you get out today?" she asked him.
"I'm meeting with the dean at a little after one. Then I'm free for the rest of the day."
"Maybe I can make you a snack later on this evening." She smiled.
"How are you going to pull that off?" he asked.
"Don't you worry about that Max Evans. Just come to the coffee shop a little after eleven."
"I can do that." He said kissing her gently. She wrapped her arms around his neck and deepened the kiss. He tasted so sweet. No morning breath nastiness, had to be an alien thing. His arms found their way back to her waist and settled there pulling her closer to him. She moved her leg so that it was draped over his. Their make-out session would be cut short however by Liz realizing the time. She pulled away from Max after looking at the clock. "Oh Crap... I'm gonna be late!" she cried, jumping from her bed. She ran the brush through her chocolate brown tresses and scurried over to look out her window. One never knew what the weather would be like in Boston. It was a beautiful sunny day. She pulled on her jeans and one of Max's old t-shirts. Max was still stretched out in her bed. "Did I ever tell you how cute you are when you're in a hurry?" he laughed softly. She pounced on him, straddling his hips. "You're awful cute too. Now get up! You're gonna be late too!" she giggled kissing him softly on the nose. He smiled and sat up wrapping her up in his arms. She rested her head on his shoulder and sighed. She kissed his cheek and jumped off of him quickly to head down the hall to the restroom to get ready for class. He ran a hand through his hair and got up. He pulled his jeans on and his shirt over his head. Finding his shoes under her bed he quickly put them on and was heading out the door when he noticed her bed still in disarray. He quietly shut the door and waved his hand in the direction of the bed causing the sheets to untangle themselves and position themselves neatly under the fluffed pillows. He smiled at his work and headed out to the stairwell.
"Max, I didn't—"Liz started as she walked into her dorm room then noticing he wasn't there. She saddened for a moment but then a smile crossed her lips. He'd made her bed. "Max..." she sighed.