Disclaimer:
I do not own Roswell or anything affiliated to it. This is a fan fiction story meant only for the enjoyment of myself and other Roswell fans.
Title: Doomed
Genre: Science Fiction, Romance, Fantasy
Setting: This story is set directly after the season two finale of Roswell
Rating: PG, for violence
Written By: Jennifer S. a.k.a. AssissinElektra
Author's Note
Chapter 11
Tess stared nervously at Michael and Max, unsure of what to do. She did not dare move for fear that one of them would attack, but she did not want to just stand there waiting to die.
"Max?" Michael was the first to talk.
"Take him somewhere safe." Max said, handing Zan over to Michael, who reluctantly took him. "Take him somewhere far away from here."
"What are you going to…" Max turned and gave Michael a cold stare, so he just left him alone with Tess.
"Tess, you've messed everything up." Max told her.
"I'm sorry." She said, expecting him to yell at her.
Instead, he spoke quietly. "I know you are." Tess looked at him, surprised. "But the truth is, I don't care how sorry you are, Tess. What you did was completely and utterly wrong, and there is no way you can make up for it, regardless of your bringing Alex back!" His voice raised as he spoke.
"Max, all I ever wanted was to be with you again." Tess said, with tears in her eyes. "I loved you on Antar, and I love you now." He did not respond. "But, I've known since I found you here in Roswell that Liz would always come first." Tess said sadly, and the mention of Liz's name seemed to pain Max.
"Tess…" Max looked her straight in the eye. "Go home." She could hardly believe what he was telling her. Tears of happiness swelled into her eyes and she had to fight with herself to not hug him.
"Why, Max?" She asked. "Why are you letting me go?"
"Because Liz would not want me to kill you." Max said, coldly. "Now, you leave this planet. I don't ever want to see you again."
"What…what was it like?" Isabelle asked Alex cautiously. He was lying on Maria's couch, and Isabelle was sitting on the floor beside him, her head resting on his chest as she looked into his eyes.
"I don't remember…" Alex said, "everything about it." He tried to think, then stopped himself and smiled at Isabelle. "I do remember you though. You were the last thing that ran through my mind. Your beautiful, sometimes stuck-up, personality." He said, smiling, and Isabelle smiled back. "And then…" He stopped and looked at her. Running his fingers gently through her hair, he said, "And then I was back, and you were here, and everything in the world seemed okay again."
Tears came to her eyes as she took hold of his hand. "I felt so awful, Alex. All I could think of was the time I had wasted when I could have been with you, all those times I was rude in turning you down. They were lost chances that I thought I would never get again."
She smiled. "I was grateful that you took me to Prom though. It was the best night of my life." Isabelle told him, being completely honest. She had never told anyone anything like that and actually meant it. But now, with Alex once more near, she felt she had to tell him everything.
"Alex, I am so in love with you." She told him.
"Isabelle Evans, I've waited years to hear you say that." Alex said, smiling. He leaned forward and kissed her forehead.
"Just let me go in there and…ouch! Maria!" Maria grabbed Kyle's face and covered his mouth.
"They'll hear you." She warned. "And this is kind of their moment, okay. No interrupting."
"Then why are we spying on them, Maria?" Kyle asked. "I mean, Alex and Isabelle obviously want some time to…"
"Calm down." Maria said sarcastically. "We're not spying, we're observing."
"What's the difference?" Kyle asked, but Maria ignored him as she peeked around the corner and into the living room.
"They're so cute!" Maria said, squealing with excitement as she pulled her head back. "You know she was the first person he asked about." Maria told Kyle. "He really loves her."
"I know." Kyle said, staring at Isabelle with a saddened look that Maria did not notice. "I hope they're happy together." He started to leave.
"Wait, Kyle." Maria said, grabbing his arm. "What about you? Are you all right?"
"Why wouldn't I be?" He asked.
"Gee, let's see maybe because the girl you took to Prom ended up being a vicious alien killer?" Maria hissed.
"Oh yeah." Kyle said, rolling his eyes. "I'm fine." He said. "I'm glad everyone got their happy ending."
"Not everyone did." Maria said, looking at her front door. Through the window she and Kyle saw Max, waiting for someone to answer the door.
"I hope Liz is okay." Kyle said.
She already missed Max, but she was learning to make herself forget about it. Liz wondered what she would tell her parents when she called them later on. Would they be angry at her sudden disappearance? Her dad most definitely would blame Max first.
And there he was again, always in her mind, Max. "The love of my life." She whispered.
"Excuse me?" Liz looked up at the waiter and realized that he had been waiting to take her order.
"Oh, um, just a small coffee please." She said, and he smiled before leaving to get her coffee. She looked over at the street. Phoenix, Arizona was a busy city, and had a coffee shop on every corner it seemed. So there she was, a small-town girl sitting outside at a bustling-city coffee shop.
"Running?" Liz looked up at the stranger who had sat down to her table. He had dark hair and blue eyes and was surprisingly handsome.
"What?" She asked, surprised from his presence.
"You just look, you know, like you're running from somewhere, or someone." He told her, and he smiled. "The I-don't-know-what-I'm-doing-here look kind of gave it away." Liz laughed quietly. "I'm Chris." He told her, and she took his hand and shook it.
"Liz." She said, smiling.
"So, Liz, what' brings you to Phoenix?" He asked, looking genuinely interested.
"I…I'd rather not…" Liz paused and looked at him, waiting for him to get irritated because she wouldn't tell him.
"Must be a lost love." Chris concluded, and Liz's mouth dropped in surprise. "Don't look so surprised, Liz. Lot's of people come to big cities like this one to get away from those they love. It's not as uncommon as you think."
"What about you?" Liz asked, turning the conversation toward him. "Do you live here?"
"Only the last five months." He answered.
"And you're already an expert of the city?" Liz asked, getting suspicious.
"Owning a coffee shop gives you the chance to mingle with lots of people." He said, motioning to the store.
"Oh, this is your store?" Liz was surprised because he seemed too young to own a shop.
Yeah." Chris said, smiling at her surprise. "It was my father's, but he decided to retire." He explained. "So, where are you staying?" Liz looked at him. "I'm just making sure you're okay. Girls as pretty as you can find themselves in danger easily around here."
"Was that a threat?" Liz asked, raising an eyebrow.
"No." Chris's smile grew. "That was me just trying to protect a beautiful woman." Liz couldn't help but smile at Chris, and that reaction seemed to please him. "So, where are you staying?" He asked.
"I…" She glanced at her suitcase.
"I see." Chris said, following her gaze. "Well, I've got an extra room upstairs. My little sister moved out last week, so it's still got some of her stuff in it, but you're welcomed to it." Liz looked nervous. "You can leave any time you want, Liz. It's just a place to stay while you figure out whatever drove you here." He said. "Honest."
Liz thought about it for a moment, considered what a man his age would want with a girl her age, but then remembered her ever-growing alien powers.
"Max, you're doing this to me."
She looked up at Chris and smiled. "I'd like that." She said. "Thanks." He smiled back and led the way to her new room.
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