A/N: Here's the next chapter. The good stuff now.

Disclaimer: Once again, I don't own any of the characters in this story or (so far) any of the locations. I wish I did, but I don't. Then Max would be ALL MINE! Bwahahahahahaha!

Chapter 1: Just This Dance With You

Liz Ortecho waited on the last table at the Crashdown Cafe for the night. A stupid, guffawing, football player from school, and his cronies. One of them tried to give her a tip... by trying to slip it up under her Men in Black skirt. He was stopped by an abrupt overfoaming of his Cherry Coke, which spurted in his face and over his shirt. Liz smiled at a dark-haired, absolutely gorgeous guy who sat at table across the restaurant.

Max Evans, her boyfriend, was the reason she was still alive, and was a survivor of the 1947 crash. About a year ago, he had used his alien power to heal a bullet wound in her stomach. Risking his life for hers, putting himself in danger of being discovered. He and his sister Isabel had shared a pod, and were twins, as alike as night and day. Michael Guerin, the recent boyfriend of Liz's best friend, had also survived the crash. He had a brother back on their home at the time- Trevor, whom had just left via wormhole to their planet. Isabel and Trevor had been just about to get serious, when he left, to help restore order on their planet. When Alex had come back through the wormhole, he had become extremely good-looking, and had become the most sought-afer guy at Roswell High.

Maria Deluca had loved Michael for what seemed like forever, and he had broken her heart a couple of times. When he was faced with the choice of going back to his home planet or staying on Earth, it was his realization that he loved Maria that kept him back. Now he and Maria were inseparable, going everywhere and doing everything together.

Liz went to the back, where Michael and Maria were talking, as Michael flipped burgers. She dropped off her orders, then went over to Max in his booth.

"Thanks. You're such a life saver." She dropped into the seat next to him, and he slid his arm into the curve of her waist.

"And I used to wonder why you were so on your guard around guys. Do you think it was too much? I didn't want it to seem like I had used any power, so I didn't hurt him," he teased. Liz laughed the light happy laugh that had been out of use for so long. Ever since they all helped shatter the conciousness, that laugh had been heard more and more often.

"I would've preferred it if you had made it come out his nose, it would've been more humiliating," she said, making Max grin playfully.

"Order's up!" Michael called.

"Be right back," Liz said, and stood up to get her order. Max leaned back in his seat, watching her as she gracefully balanced her tray on one hand, with a practiced gesture, and brought it to the jock's table. This was one of his favorite pasttimes, just watching Liz. To him, she was absolutely perfect. Even in the old goofy uniforms the Crashdown used to have, she looked beautiful to him. Michael and Maria began cleaning up the kitchen, and Liz started wiping down the tables. After they finished, and the customer's left, Alex and Isabel pushed open the doors.

"Sorry, we're closed!" Maria said with mock authority.

"This is a stickup! I'm taking all the ladies! You! Get over here!" Alex joked, pointing at Michael.

"Well, call me a freak, but I think that lady is quite attractive!" Maria retorted. Then she started giggling as she realized what she had said. Liz put in a CD, and began to dance in rythm with the music.

Oh yeah, Max thought, bring it to me. He especially loved watching Liz dance. What guy wouldn't?

Michael went over to Maria, who had stopped giggling, and pulled her to the middle of the Crashdown floor, saying,

"I'm glad that even though I'm a chick, you still think I'm cute," he smiled sexily at Maria, glad he was here for this. They started dancing together, silly at first, but gradually began to show off what they could do.

Alex grinned goofily as he remembered the night he and Isabel had danced at a party, her trying to make every guy wish he was Alex. He got up and offered his hand to her in a overdone act of being a gentleman.

"May I have this dance, milady?" he sniffed with a British accent. Isabel laughed, and replied without missing a beat,

"Only if you drop the English gentlemen act." Alex was glad to oblige. They were just friends, but loved each other as family now. He knew it was tough for her to have lost Trevor, but he didn't feel jealous anymore.

Isabel still felt the dull throb in her heart from her loss of Trevor, but he said he'd come back, and she believed him. She started to dance to the beat, and smiled as she remembered the night she and Trevor went to UFOnics while Max was still trapped in the conciousness. Now wasn't a time to be sad, she should just relax and enjoy the fully there bunch of her friends. They were more like family to her. Maria and Liz were her fristers, friend-sisters, and Michael and Alex her brothends, brother-friends. Isabel looked around and sighed, thinking,

It doesn't get much better than this.

Liz made her way over to Max, smiling as she noticed his eyes traveling slowly up her body, watching her dance. She reached him, and he stood up, grinning sheepishly when he noticed her noticing him. Liz laughed, and grabbed his hand, pulling him closer. She brought her lips close to his, just brushing against them, teasing him, and pulled away. He shook his head, brought his mouth next to her ear, whispering,

"That is so not fair." Then they danced together with everyone else. They slowed down after about half an hour, coming to a slow song. Max drew Liz to him, slowly moving and circling around her.

Across the floor, Michael and Maria were too engrossed in each other to notice anyone else. Maria put her head on Michael's shoulder, their forms were so close, you couldn't fit a finger between them. She pressed her raspberry colored lips to his neck, awed that she could finally do that without fear of rejection. It seemed it had been so long since she had been this close to him. Michael silently slipped his hand to her neck, and looked at her seriously, his gray eyes smoldering, his fingers entwining in Maria's long curly hair. Then his lips were against her's, hot and eager. He brushed her lips with his tongue, and they deepened their kiss. It felt so right to be here, without any worries. It felt Michael had yet to tell Maria how he had been going nuts over the past month, trying to prepare her for his leaving or trying not to break her heart again, thinking she hated him for the first two times. She had been going just as crazy, trying to act like he was just a friend to her, but he was more of an obsession.

Isabel was leaned against Alex's shoulder, taking the warmth from his shoulder as a comfort. Even now, it was a little awkward for them to be so close, but she was going to rebuild their relationship even if it killed her. He squeezed her in a little hug, though, as if knowing what she was thinking. She was thankful he had forgiven her, for the crappy way she had treated him before. Taking him for granted. But it was okay now.

Max smiled against Liz's lips, enjoying being able to taste them without the intrusion of the conciousness. He ran his hand through her hair, feeling it's silkiness. Liz leaned her head against his chest, and Max rested his cheek on the top of her head.

The six people, who were closer than could be, danced to the music of the night, just being with each other. There was nothing they'd rather be doing.

They were completely unaware of the person who looked inside the window of the Crashdown, taking in what they could, seeming to be just a shadow, then slipping away into the night before they were discovered.