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.
Author's note: Thanks to Nikki for correcting the fic.
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Chapter 3

Liz looked at him as if he were an angel sent down from heaven. "Michael."

Her boss glared at Michael. "We are discussing a business appointment, if you don't mind."

Michael took Liz's hands and slowly pulled her towards him. "Well, we have a lunch appointment right now. But I'll return her to you when it's time to resume her work, for now she's mine." There was a note in his voice that Liz couldn't identify, but it thrilled her. The way he had said mine had been as if he meant it, as if it were true.

Before Liz's boss could say a word, Michael pulled Liz away and in her boss' face he closed the elevator's doors.

Liz sighed and leaned onto the elevator's wall. "Thanks. You saved me. You are my hero."

Michael chuckled from his place, opposite to Liz's. "You are welcome."

Once they reached the lobby, Liz began to look for her keys. "At least I can eat peacefully now." Liz looked up and met his eyes, and suspiciously looked him up and down, after getting over the scene with her boss. "What are you doing here?"

Michael not bothered at all by her suspicion answered, "I decided to drop by and visit."

Liz tapped her foot. "How did you find me?"

Michael sheepishly looked t her. "Remember when we met at the super market, and you briefly handed me your purse?"

Liz nodded.

"Well, I kinda peeked in it," he said, shrugging.

"So much for privacy," Liz muttered. Liz began to walk to her car and Michael followed.

Just as she was about to insert the car key to the lock, Michael put his hand on top of hers. "Remember? We have a lunch appointment."

"I can't…"

"Come on, Liz, that's the least you can do after I saved you from your boss. I'm your hero."

Liz laughed and put the key away. Michael took it as a sign of surrender.

Michael smiled and took her by the arm. "It's not far from here, so we'll walk and enjoy the view."

Liz promised she wouldn't ask him why he hadn't contacted her until now, but as she thought about it the question left her lips.

"I was getting a few things straightened out."

"Like?" Liz pried, hoping it was a phone call to Roswell.

"Well, I'm going to France and Italy to study. I was offered a scholarship there, that's why I came here," Michael explained, "Roswell, didn't offer that opportunity, here they do."

"That's good," Liz said, with less enthusiasm than she had hoped for. "I'm proud of you."

Michael felt his heart soar. "Thanks," he replied, showing her that the Michael she knew was still there.

Liz giggled. "You still can't take a compliment."

Michael didn't reply, he just stood in front of the restaurant, and opened the door. "After you."

Liz skipped into the restaurant, she felt like a teenager all over again. "Thank you, Sir."

Once they were seated, Michael ordered their food. "So, why do you work for that creep?"

Liz put her napkin on her lap. "Honestly, because he was the only one that offered a reasonable pay check. Believe me I would love to leave, but I need the money." Liz didn't want to be asked why, so she turned the conversation towards him. "What do "they" think about the path you chosen?"

"They were happy, especially since we know there isn't a home to go to," Michael answered, taking a piece of bread.

"You must be excited, to be able to get that scholarship." Liz fought with the sadness that threatened to over come her. 'We'll never be together. He has dreams now. Dreams where a family isn't part of them. He can't find out about April.' Liz thought watching him as he licked his lips and she remembered a moment when he had done that to her lips.

"You better eat before it gets cold."

Liz blinked and when she looked down, she glad that their food had been served. "Thanks."

Liz put her thought behind her, and enjoyed the meal, enjoying his company while it lasted, laughing at his jokes, and drinking in his carefree manner that was so new to her.

After they finished, Michael paid for the food and walked her back to work, and Liz was amazed. She couldn't believe he could be such a gentleman. Liz looked at the building where she worked and then looked back at him. "I better get going or I'll be late."

Liz began to walk towards the building, occasionally looking back.

As soon as she entered the building Michael jumped and screamed, "Yes!" Seeing that no one had seen him, he began to whistle and plan his next move.
* * * *

Liz mentally thanked God it was Saturday, otherwise she would kill her boss if he kept making passes at her. Liz yawed as she came into the kitchen, half-asleep. She made breakfast, and ate it, she wanted to be energize for when she woke April up. Liz passed her finger on top of the counter and then looked at her finger. "It seems today is cleaning day," she said out loud. "Well, at least it's just dusting things off." Liz exited the kitchen through the door that led directly to the living room. Liz stopped dead on her tracks almost fainting at the mess she saw. April's toys were everywhere. Liz stalked to her daughter's room, and her anger flared when she saw the same mess in her room, and her daughter silently playing with her dolls.

Liz cleared her throat, and crossed her arms, waiting for her daughter to look up at her. She melted when she saw the puppy dog look on her face. 'Must stay strong,' Liz thought as she put on her disapproving face. "April, since when did you get up?"

April gave a small shrug, and continued to play with her doll, and Liz knew her suspicions had been right. April had been up since early hours in the morning.

"Come on. You are going to pick up your things, and put them away."

April hugged the doll close to her. "No. Mommy, let me play," April whined.

"When you pick up your things. Mommy can't always pick your messes up for you. Now go and clean up the living room and then clean up your room." Liz tapped her foot, waiting for her daughter to move. "April," Liz said in her warning tone. "Pick them up or they are going to the trash can."

"No," April repeated, her father's stubbornness shinning through.

Liz sighed. "Then no more toys for you until you pick the mess in the living room." Liz took her doll from her hands.

"No!! Give her back!" Liz ignored her and began to pick up her toys. "April, you don't want them, so I'm going to get rid of them," Liz said, seriously, trying to think of a place to hide them for a few days.

"Give them to me!" April wailed.

Liz kept picking the toys up, and when the mirror blew up, she didn't flinch. "No more toys, no more playing time, no candy, no more anything until you learn to control your temper, and do as I tell you. And you aren't coming out of your room until you calm down, and decide to pick up the things in the living room. I'm going to clean up the other rooms first, and let you have time to think about picking them up, and if I reach the living room, and they are still there I'm sure other children will appreciate them."

Liz passed her hand over the mirror and it was as good as new. Liz left in search of a bag to put the toys in. If something good came out of her pregnancy beside April, it was the alien powers that came along. 'Well, I had to get something out of it besides a larger shoe sizes, and my hips expanding.' Liz put the toys in the bag and knotted it.

Just as she began to clean her room the doorbell rang. Grumping, Liz opened the door. "Michael," she said, surprised, passing her hand through her hair, trying to tame it.

Michael could only stare at her; she was wearing shorts, white tennis shoes without socks, a T-shirt and a messy bon that made her looked like she was 16 years old again. Just then he saw a little girl come out of the hall and the mess in the living room. "Oh, Liz, I didn't know you babysat."

Liz felt April hang on to her leg. Liz opened the door wider. "I don't. April, sweetie, this is Michael. Michael, this is April, my daughter."

To be continued…