{Don't Ask, Don't Tell}
Disclaimer: I own nothin'. Though I wish
I did, just borrowed everything for a while. Promise to put them back when I am
done. Don't sue me. I'm only 15.
Author: Okoboji_chica
Email: Okoboji_chica@hotmail.com
Category: Dreamer (Max and Liz), could be
general I guess.
Rating: PG- 13
Summary: Based on spoilers for 'Cry Your
Name' and 'It's Too Late And It's Too Bad' and 'Baby, it's you'. My version of
what happens after those eppys.
Author's Note: If you don't read spoilers, this story probably won't make much sense to you. Also…feedback. I seriously crave it. Good or bad. I also like any advice that would help me write better. THX!!
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Chapter 3
"So what
your saying is that they showed up, healed her, told you to get me and meet
them on the bleachers after lunch today and left."
"Basically…Liz
said not to let the other four know about last night yet. She was acting
really…well not Liz." Answered Maria to Kyle's question as they walked down the
halls of the school.
"Do
think they might be hurting her?" asked Kyle.
"I
don't think so. Rath or whatever seemed kind of protective over her. It was
extremely strange to say the least." They walked into bio, which they shared
with Max, Tess, Michael and Liz.
"Just
for the record, I don't want to be around when Liz finds out Tess is pregnant."
Whispered Kyle as they took their seats behind Max and Tess. Liz still hadn't
arrived in class.
Just
as the late bell sounded and Liz rushed into class shocking the trio. She took
her seat beside Michael who just stared at her. "What?"
"Oh…um
nothing. When did you get back?" whispered Michael as they pretended to listen
to the teacher's lecture about their next lab.
"What
happened to you?" asked Max from behind, meaning the few scratched on her face
and her split lip.
"I
was playing basketball with Maria and I fell. No big deal." Replied Liz dryly.
She was mad at him. No mad was and understatement.
Michael
snorted at her reply. He remembered that that was the excuse Max had used last
year when Kyle' s friends beat him up. Seeing how taken aback Max was at her
comment he quickly cleared his throat and went back to his work. When he
finally started to finish, Liz dropped her pen on the floor causing him to look
up. She had her hands on her head. He reached down and grabbed her pen off the
floor as someone walked in the door and left.
"Liz."
Michael whispered as he grabbed her shoulder. As soon as his hand came into
contact with her he was bombarded with a rush of flashes that seemed to him to
be of a battle of some sorts. People running, screaming, guns firing, smoke,
fire, death. He whipped his hand away, before he could say anything the teacher
beat him to it.
"Liz,
there is someone in the hall that wishes to speak to you, take your things with
you, class will be ending soon."
Liz
nodded and gathered her things, ignoring Michael's constant stare as she walked
out the door.
"What
happened?" hissed Tess as soon as Liz had left the classroom.
"I
don't know." Replied Michael he looked over at Max then quickly raised his
hand.
"Yes,
Mr. Guerin?"
"Can
I get a bathroom pass?" asked Michael a little anxious. He knew something was
up with Liz and he was going to find out.
He
picked up his bag, grabbed the pass and headed out the door. Searching the hall
for her, gazed down in the direction of her locker then quickly turned his head
in the other direction when he found nothing. He found her and she wasn't
alone. A man held from behind, his hand over her mouth forcibly as he whispered
something in her ear.
"Liz!"
Instead
of the man turning around his simply…disappeared, leaving a very shaken Liz.
Michael ran up to her before she had a chance to fall like he knew she was
about to.
"Hey…hey…look
at me, Liz. What happened?"
"I…I…um…I
have to go." Whispered Liz as she slowly backed out of his hold on her,
refusing to look him in the eye. "Please don't tell anyone…not yet please…"
"Liz…why…what's
going on?" whispered Michael.
"I…I'll
tell you later." With that she ran out of the building.
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"I
give her a week. She won't be able to take them for much longer."
"You
had better make sure."
"Don't
worry, Nicholas."
TBC………..
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