Title: A Life Unknown
Author: Gaudicia
E-mail: secrets_of_the_sky@hotmail.com
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Roswell characters.
Rating: Pg-13
Category: UC-Mi/L
Summary: This one takes place just after Michael returns Liz her journal, and you have to read to find out what's going to happen, I'm not telling.
Distribution: Please, ask first.
Dedication: Polarist, Erin( Cleopatraroswellemperass, she helped me with the title.), Rainydayinapril, Julie, Summer (RokUalnyte), RoswellNicholas, Veronica.
Author's note: I'm still working on my other fics!
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Prologue

'What did he mean when he said, "Thanks for giving me one more reason for envying Max Evans"?' Liz thought as she watched Michael's retreating back. Shaking her head, she decided to take a bath before telling Max that she had her journal back.
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Michael threw himself on the sofa, since Hank wasn't there. 'Just great! I had to open my big mouth! Couldn't I keep quiet? I just wish I could forget I even said that to Liz. I just know that if I kept talking I would have said something I would have regretted later.' Michael moved his feet knocking something from the table that was near the sofa. Groaning, Michael sat up, and picked up the bottle, it was one of Hank's drinks. 'Should I?' Michael thought eyeing the beer. Without giving it another thought he opened the bottle. 'Maybe just this once.' Before he could change his mind he swung the beer to his mouth and took a sip.
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Liz had hope that by taking a shower she would have been able to keep her mind off things, but her thoughts drifted back to Michael. 'I'm just losing it, still worried that someone else had gotten my journal. Yeah, that's it. But I haven't been thinking about my journal, I've been thinking about Michael for the last half an hour. I haven't even given Max a second thought. I'm glad no one is here to mention him, because I'm sure I would have asked Max who?' Liz turned the hot water to cold, hoping that would make her stop thinking about Michael, instead the sound of something crashing made her body go just as cold as the water. Turning the water off, and putting on her robe she quietly opened the door and what she saw shocked her. Michael was stumbling from side to side looking at the lamp with big, scared eyes. And as if he had felt her presence he looked up at her.

"I didn't mean to," Michael said in a child like voice.

Liz slowly made her way to Michael. "It's okay," she assured him as she picked up the lamp. "Michael, what's wrong?"

Michael stood behind Liz as she made room for the lamp on the desk, hovering her. "I had something to drink."

Liz turned and found herself trapped between her desk and Michael, and she suddenly felt breathless. Clearing her thoughts she asked, "What did you drink?"

"A beer."

"Just a beer? Are you sure it wasn't a six pack?" Liz asked, suddenly feeling self-conscious under his stare. She felt as if she was an insect carefully being study, so they could later dissect.

"Yep, a beer, more like a sip." Michael lost interest in the conversation and started to touch Liz's hair. "Pretty, Liz." Michael bent his face to Liz's hair and inhaled. "Smell good too," he said, his child like voice returning.

Nervously, Liz softly pushed him. "Michael, you are drunk. …I have to get dress. Uh, I'm going to the bathroom. Don't go anywhere."

Liz dressed as fast as possible fearing something would happen if Michael was left alone for longer than needed. Liz opened the bathroom door again and saw him playing with her lamp as if he had just discovered a new toy. 'He's cute. I bet no one else has seen this side of him.' Liz was startle by the feeling that thought brought. She didn't want anyone to seem him like that, she was the only one that could see him like that, and she was the only one that had a right. Not wanting to dwell on those feelings she approached Michael. 'Better keep busy. "Michael, it time to get you home."

"No! I want to stay with you!" Michael immediately said.

"I'll stay with you there for a while." Liz knew her parents shouldn't see him like that, they would have the wrong idea, and she didn't want them to think he wasn't good enough. 'Good enough for what?' Liz wondered.

Michael seemed to be thinking about it and then slowly agreed.

Liz couldn't believe he was the same Michael she knew, the Michael she knew wouldn't know how to make flattering comments or how to say sweet romantic words. The Michael she knew was stone wall, yet there he was, telling her things she knew no one else knew and she felt like a queen.

Liz opened the door to the trailer and let Michael go through first. "You should go to sleep, maybe the effects of the alcohol will wear off like that."

Michael didn't say anything he just entered through another door, but when he noticed Liz wasn't following he stuck his head out of the door and looked at Liz urging her to follow him.

Liz looked around making sure no one else was there, then she followed Michael to what seem like his room. Liz saw that Michael was already lying on the bed. Michael turned to her as if he had felt her presence again; he patted the empty space beside him.

Liz knew what he wanted and somewhat reluctantly and thrilled she complied with him and laid next to him. 'There's no use arguing with a drunken person," she thought as an excuse for her fast willingness.

Michael hugged Liz closer to him, and began to tell her things that if he were sober he never would have said. "This is how it should always be, just you and me. Max doesn't deserve you; he doesn't know you like I do, even though you are so alike. But don't you find it boring to be with someone just like you, where's the challenge in that? Yet you and I are the exact opposite, life would never be boring if we were together. I wish I was better, someone you could deserve… I would give you the moon if you asked me too. You are the reason I envy Max…I just get to see you from afar and never touch you. Maria is just an anchor that keeps me sane; she is my link to you. But you are the one that I want, the one that I love, without you I'm insane." Michael for the first time noticed Liz's silent tears rolling down her cheeks "No, don't cry." Michael said in his child like voice, and began to kiss her tears away, and mistakenly kissed her lips, but now that he had taste her one kiss wasn't enough, he needed more of her, and he began to kiss her again and again, and suddenly all control was lost.

Liz couldn't believe it she gave her virginity to Michael, she was making love to him, and she didn't care about anyone except them and that moment. Michael words had rang so true in hear ears that she wanted to believe them and just this once she would live by his words. She would deal with the consequences later right now all she wanted was Michael.
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Liz woke up sometime later to feel a warm body next to her, with effort she opened her eyes and saw a nude Michael beside her, and all sleep left her body. 'OMG! It wasn't a dream. What do I do now?' Liz quietly and carefully got out of the bed and got dressed. Liz studied Michael and came to the conclusion that he won't wake up anytime soon. 'No one can know about this. Michael was drunk; he didn't know what he was doing. He probably won't even remember.' Not wanting to think anymore about what happened, she began to clean all traces of what just happened. Once she was done, she walked out of the trailer and she hoped that what ever she had started to feel for Michael and that the memories of the most wonderful day of her life were erased as she had erased all traces of their love making.
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The next three months had been hell for Liz, every time Michael was near her she felt naked, exposed, and weak. She wanted to run and hide from him; she had hoped the memories of that day were deep inside-forgotten, but every night they came to surface. And to makes things worst, she had to hear Maria babble and complain about Michael all day and every day. She just wanted to be in a place where Michael is never mentioned, where the memories won't consume her. She constantly wondered if Michael remembered, because a few times she had caught him staring at her. 'Does he remember, but like me wants to forget that wonderful night? Does he even find it wonderful like I do?' Liz felt like she was suffocating and every time she was with Max she felt guilty a traitor, she had cheated on him, every time he touched her, she flinched with disgust and that disgust was directed to herself. And on top of things she had morning sickness and dizziness too, her parents were on her case about it, but she dismissed it as stress.

Liz looked around the booth and saw that everyone was there and she was hit again with the need to run, she didn't dare to look at them in the eyes, she felt that if she did they would discover what had happen. Since that day she had stopped feeling comfortable around them. She didn't know how three months had passed by, three months of torture. She eyed Michael and she saw him staring at her again.

Michael couldn't help but stare at her, she was what he most wanted, but he tried to keep that desire deep within him. 'I'm just glad she wasn't there when I was drunk. Who knows what might have happened?!' Three months ago he had decided to drink one of Hanks drink and after he took the first sip he doesn't remember a thing. All he knows that sometime later, he woke up on his bed naked, and just thinking about that day made him want to blush, he just didn't even want to think what he did when he was drunk, he just knew that sex had been involved. He brought his mind back to Liz, she had been acting strange, and she was closed off from everyone and from what he had heard from Max that she barely talks to him.

His thoughts and the conversations going around were stopped by Mrs. Parker. "Liz, I need you to do an errand for me and I need you to go now."

Liz noticed her mothers discomfort and eagerly stood up. 'I would do anything to get out of this meeting.' "What do you need me to do?"

Mrs. Parker took out some money from her purse. "I need you to buy some essentials." At Liz's confused look, she explained, "Tampons, pads. They ran out. Well, who am I to complain they lasted longer than usual."

Liz felt like a bucket full of cold water had been dropped on her. "I'll-go-now, but first I'm going to check something in my room." Liz took the money and dashed to her room. Her hands shook as she took out her calendar where she had the pattern of her cycles written down. She notice that the last time she had her cycle was before they made love and to makes things more interesting they made love in a day were only people that wanted children would have and not use protection. Her hands started to shake more, not letting her pass the pages to the next months, once she did she noticed she had kept track of her cycles. 'What cycles should I keep track of if I didn't menstruate?' She looked at her watch and it indicated that she was late again and the calendar fell out of her hands. 'I can't be sure that what I'm thinking is true. I need more solid proof.'

Liz took some of her money and rushed out of her room and to the Crashdown where she mumbled an excuse and said good-bye, and left to run her errand. Liz knew that she couldn't buy the pregnancy test in Roswell, word flew around fast and this was something she didn't want anyone to know, so she was going to take a two hour drive to get to another town where they wouldn't care who bought pregnancy test. Once she reached the store, she grabbed three boxes of those home pregnancy test and her mother's tampons and pads for her mother. As soon as she paid for them she dashed to the bathroom, knowing that she would be better doing it there than in her house where every would barge in unannounced.
* * * *

Liz glared at her watch. 'How long does it take for a minute to go by?!' She nervously stared at the three wands that would tell her her fate. When she saw that the hand of her watch indicated that a minute had gone by she couldn't bring herself to look at the wands. Liz took a deep breath and mustered all the courage she could she glanced down at them and they instantly fell out of her hands, and Liz had to lean into the wall. 'It can't be! I can't be pregnant! There has to be a mistake.' Liz thought. But she had a feeling that it didn't matter how many more kits she bought they would tell her the same things. She was pregnant and Michael was the father.

To be continued…