Title: Better Best Forgotten
Disclaimer: I don't own any of them, but I do keep Brendan Fehr locked in
my cupboard., joking (whispering) Brendan be quiet someone will hear you.
Please don't sue.
Rating: Dunno PG-13. May have some bad language.
Spoilers: All three seasons
Summary: Takes place a year after Graduation
AN: Ok thank You to Debz who helped my come up with the idea for this
story. No thanks to Caroline, yea I do have a life, lol. And lastly thanks
to Aleah who gave me the idea to start writing fanfic.
AN: Please remember that this is my first attempt at fanfiction, so it
probably isn't very good.
Isabel Evans stormed into her motel room followed closely by her four friends and brother. Mad didn't even begin to explain how she was feeling right now.
"I just can't believe you could be so stupid Max. We finally found a place where could settle down and you screw it up with one act of lunacy. What possessed you to heal a perfect stranger in front of a street full of people?" She was frantically waving her hands to show her frustration. She began pacing the room to sort out her thoughts. She didn't understand her brother sometimes. She thought he would have learnt his lesson after everything that had happened as a result of him healing Liz. But this time, God he didn't even know the woman he had healed. She could kill him right now. The six of them had left their hometown of Roswell when the FBI had tried to kill them at Graduation. Now, over a year later, they were still running.
"Iz calm down. I couldn't just stand by helplessly and watch that woman die," Max tried to explain.
While out grocery shopping their little group had witnessed a hit and run. Max, unable to let an innocent person die, healed her. The problem was he did it in broad daylight in a public street.
"Calm down! Don't tell me to calm down!" Isabel snapped at him. "What you did was unbelievably stupid. You know we have to leave now?" She sighed and looked him straight in the eye. Max could see her eyes began to water and wanted nothing more then to reach out for his sister, but he needed to let her get everything off her chest first. "I can't take this anymore Max. I can't keep running it's killing me. I miss mom and dad" she dropped her gaze to the floor before whispering ".and Jesse"
Her brother and friends looked on solemnly. Whilst dream walking Jesse two months ago, Isabel had discovered he had gotten a divorce. It had torn her apart. She had been so convinced that Jesse would wait for her, that their love was strong enough to survive, she hadn't prepared herself for something like that to happen. Unable to hold it in any longer, Isabel Evans cried for the first time since leaving Roswell. Maria immediately wrapped her arms around the taller girl.
"It's ok Iz. We're gonna be fine," She soothed as she stroked the girls long red hair. They had all undergone many changes since their departure form Roswell. Isabel's short brown hair had been transformed into long, curly red locks.
Isabel held tight to the girl she considered her sister. They had become close in the past year, they didn't have a choice. They were forced to be with the same people day in and day out. With Liz always being with Max, the girls had formed a strong bond. If they ever needed to talk, they would turn to each other.
Maria released one arm, but kept the other firmly around Isabel's waist to support her. "So what do we do now Max? We can't stay here. Not after this"
"She's right. It's only a matter of time before the FBI find out about this," Michael spoke for the first time, moving to stand behind his girlfriend. "We need to leave," he said glumly, wrapping his arms around Maria's waist. He was genuinely upset that they had to leave. He had been convinced that they would finally be able to settle down here. He wanted him and Maria to have a normal, stable relationship, and they couldn't have that if they were moving town every other week.
"Ok," Max sighed. "Michael, Kyle go get the van. Liz, Maria, Isabel and I will pack up our stuff. We'll all meet outside in ten minutes."
Everyone nodded and set out so complete their assigned tasks. Isabel packed hers and Kyle's stuff, while Maria packed hers and Michael's and Liz and Max packed theirs. Five minutes later all four had finished packing and were outside waiting for Michael and Kyle to bring the van round.
"What's taking so long?" Isabel complained.
"Iz I'm sure they're just." Liz was interrupted when a black SUV sped into the parking lot. "Ok, that's not our van," Liz said worriedly and held tighter on to Max.
"Leave the stuff. We need to go now," Max shouted. He pushed the girls in front of him and told them to run. They didn't have the chance to get very far when the motel exploded. Max, who was closest, was sent flying across the parking lot. Liz saw him first and ran to his unconscience from. Maria and Isabel were still picking themselves up of the ground when gunshots began firing.
"Liz!" Maria cried when she saw her best friend crumple to the ground. Isabel reacted first and pulled Maria over to their fallen friend. Maria gasped when she saw Liz's blood stained shirt. She couldn't lose Liz. She was still trying to cope with Alex's death.
"Maria we have to get them out of hear," Isabel struggled to be heard over the gunshots and roar of the flames form the explosion. "Maria," she turned her friends face so she could see into her eyes. Seeing her tear stained cheeks broke her heart. "Maria honey I know this is hard but we have to go now," Isabel held her shoulders tight, afraid that if she let go, she would lose Maria too. She knew this was difficult for Maria. She had taken their departure form Roswell the hardest. Being the only member of the group without powers had left her feeling helpless. The girls we brought out of their thoughts when they saw Max begin to wake up.
Max groaned as he rolled over. He felt as if someone had hit him over the head with a sledgehammer. He gasped when he turned to see his wife's still form. "Liz?" he choked. He instinctively put up he force field to protect the remaining members of the group.
"Max. Thank God," Isabel hugged him. "We have to get out of here. We need to get Liz out of the way so you can heal her."
As if on cue Michael and Kyle pulled up beside them in the van. "Get in," Kyle called through the open door.
Isabel and Maria carried Liz, while Max continued to protect them with his force field.
"Michael go" he ordered, closing the van door.
As they sped out of the parking lot Michael and Kyle used their powers to blow up the SUV, which held the agents who had attacked them. Kyle had gotten his power nearly six months ago, and with help from Isabel and Michael, was already pretty advanced. At first he had freaked, but after taking with Maria, he had come to accept his new role in the group.
In the back Max tried his best to heal his wife. He was a wreck. His clothes were covered in dirt from the ground of the parking lot, blood and tears were trickling down his face, and his hands were shaking so hard he could barely move them over to Liz's chest. Memories of Alex filled his head. He'd been in this situation before, and he had failed
"Liz sweetheart wakeup," he whispered. After ten minutes and still no change Maria broke down into tears. But Max refused to give up. He couldn't let her die. He was nothing without her. She was his mind, his body.his soul.
Finally Isabel removed his hands from Liz's body. She held him as he wept, trying her best to soothe him. She knew in her heart there was nothing she could do or say that could help him right now. The two siblings just held each other tight, both traumatized by the loss of a loved one. Liz Parker was dead, and there was nothing anyone could do about it.
AN: Ok so what do you think?
Isabel Evans stormed into her motel room followed closely by her four friends and brother. Mad didn't even begin to explain how she was feeling right now.
"I just can't believe you could be so stupid Max. We finally found a place where could settle down and you screw it up with one act of lunacy. What possessed you to heal a perfect stranger in front of a street full of people?" She was frantically waving her hands to show her frustration. She began pacing the room to sort out her thoughts. She didn't understand her brother sometimes. She thought he would have learnt his lesson after everything that had happened as a result of him healing Liz. But this time, God he didn't even know the woman he had healed. She could kill him right now. The six of them had left their hometown of Roswell when the FBI had tried to kill them at Graduation. Now, over a year later, they were still running.
"Iz calm down. I couldn't just stand by helplessly and watch that woman die," Max tried to explain.
While out grocery shopping their little group had witnessed a hit and run. Max, unable to let an innocent person die, healed her. The problem was he did it in broad daylight in a public street.
"Calm down! Don't tell me to calm down!" Isabel snapped at him. "What you did was unbelievably stupid. You know we have to leave now?" She sighed and looked him straight in the eye. Max could see her eyes began to water and wanted nothing more then to reach out for his sister, but he needed to let her get everything off her chest first. "I can't take this anymore Max. I can't keep running it's killing me. I miss mom and dad" she dropped her gaze to the floor before whispering ".and Jesse"
Her brother and friends looked on solemnly. Whilst dream walking Jesse two months ago, Isabel had discovered he had gotten a divorce. It had torn her apart. She had been so convinced that Jesse would wait for her, that their love was strong enough to survive, she hadn't prepared herself for something like that to happen. Unable to hold it in any longer, Isabel Evans cried for the first time since leaving Roswell. Maria immediately wrapped her arms around the taller girl.
"It's ok Iz. We're gonna be fine," She soothed as she stroked the girls long red hair. They had all undergone many changes since their departure form Roswell. Isabel's short brown hair had been transformed into long, curly red locks.
Isabel held tight to the girl she considered her sister. They had become close in the past year, they didn't have a choice. They were forced to be with the same people day in and day out. With Liz always being with Max, the girls had formed a strong bond. If they ever needed to talk, they would turn to each other.
Maria released one arm, but kept the other firmly around Isabel's waist to support her. "So what do we do now Max? We can't stay here. Not after this"
"She's right. It's only a matter of time before the FBI find out about this," Michael spoke for the first time, moving to stand behind his girlfriend. "We need to leave," he said glumly, wrapping his arms around Maria's waist. He was genuinely upset that they had to leave. He had been convinced that they would finally be able to settle down here. He wanted him and Maria to have a normal, stable relationship, and they couldn't have that if they were moving town every other week.
"Ok," Max sighed. "Michael, Kyle go get the van. Liz, Maria, Isabel and I will pack up our stuff. We'll all meet outside in ten minutes."
Everyone nodded and set out so complete their assigned tasks. Isabel packed hers and Kyle's stuff, while Maria packed hers and Michael's and Liz and Max packed theirs. Five minutes later all four had finished packing and were outside waiting for Michael and Kyle to bring the van round.
"What's taking so long?" Isabel complained.
"Iz I'm sure they're just." Liz was interrupted when a black SUV sped into the parking lot. "Ok, that's not our van," Liz said worriedly and held tighter on to Max.
"Leave the stuff. We need to go now," Max shouted. He pushed the girls in front of him and told them to run. They didn't have the chance to get very far when the motel exploded. Max, who was closest, was sent flying across the parking lot. Liz saw him first and ran to his unconscience from. Maria and Isabel were still picking themselves up of the ground when gunshots began firing.
"Liz!" Maria cried when she saw her best friend crumple to the ground. Isabel reacted first and pulled Maria over to their fallen friend. Maria gasped when she saw Liz's blood stained shirt. She couldn't lose Liz. She was still trying to cope with Alex's death.
"Maria we have to get them out of hear," Isabel struggled to be heard over the gunshots and roar of the flames form the explosion. "Maria," she turned her friends face so she could see into her eyes. Seeing her tear stained cheeks broke her heart. "Maria honey I know this is hard but we have to go now," Isabel held her shoulders tight, afraid that if she let go, she would lose Maria too. She knew this was difficult for Maria. She had taken their departure form Roswell the hardest. Being the only member of the group without powers had left her feeling helpless. The girls we brought out of their thoughts when they saw Max begin to wake up.
Max groaned as he rolled over. He felt as if someone had hit him over the head with a sledgehammer. He gasped when he turned to see his wife's still form. "Liz?" he choked. He instinctively put up he force field to protect the remaining members of the group.
"Max. Thank God," Isabel hugged him. "We have to get out of here. We need to get Liz out of the way so you can heal her."
As if on cue Michael and Kyle pulled up beside them in the van. "Get in," Kyle called through the open door.
Isabel and Maria carried Liz, while Max continued to protect them with his force field.
"Michael go" he ordered, closing the van door.
As they sped out of the parking lot Michael and Kyle used their powers to blow up the SUV, which held the agents who had attacked them. Kyle had gotten his power nearly six months ago, and with help from Isabel and Michael, was already pretty advanced. At first he had freaked, but after taking with Maria, he had come to accept his new role in the group.
In the back Max tried his best to heal his wife. He was a wreck. His clothes were covered in dirt from the ground of the parking lot, blood and tears were trickling down his face, and his hands were shaking so hard he could barely move them over to Liz's chest. Memories of Alex filled his head. He'd been in this situation before, and he had failed
"Liz sweetheart wakeup," he whispered. After ten minutes and still no change Maria broke down into tears. But Max refused to give up. He couldn't let her die. He was nothing without her. She was his mind, his body.his soul.
Finally Isabel removed his hands from Liz's body. She held him as he wept, trying her best to soothe him. She knew in her heart there was nothing she could do or say that could help him right now. The two siblings just held each other tight, both traumatized by the loss of a loved one. Liz Parker was dead, and there was nothing anyone could do about it.
AN: Ok so what do you think?