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Rating –PG
Summary – This is my first fanfic so constructive criticism is welcome. Takes place after the second Nicholas episode (sorry I don't know the name of that one), and before Meet The Dupes.
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It's been a little over a year now, but I still feel it happening. I died then, but he saved my life, and I still feel him flowing through me. Now I feel as though I am dying once again, but this time he isn't going to save me. He won't want to save me.
I know I betrayed him by not telling the truth, but I couldn't tell him. I can never tell him. I promised him that I wouldn't tell, but I also promised we would always be together. Now I have to decide what's more important, love or life?
Maria knows, which makes my burden easier to carry, but still… I feel so guilty.
Liz looked up from her writing.
"Oh God." Liz started sobbing violently. "He doesn't deserve this. He did nothing to deserve this."
"I have to tell him!" Liz started to go out the window but stopped when she saw who was there.
"Max?! What are you doing here?" As soon as she saw him she stopped crying and tried to wipe away all the evidence of what she was feeling.
"I sensed your pain."
His eyes were full of tears, and seeing her almost made him collapse.
"Please go. I can't talk to you now." Liz pleaded. But Max wasn't listening. He was looking into her eyes, and he saw the pain she was in.
Liz couldn't stop the tears from flowing down her face.
"Take my hand." He urged, tears no longer welled up in his eyes. "Please help me to understand."
"I can't, I promised."
"Who did you promise?!"
"You."
That single word sent him to the ground. Liz took his hand and kissed his forehead. All her thoughts and emotions flowed into him. He knew her torture, and he knew what his own self had made her do.
"I am so sorry." Max said kissing her face.
"It wasn't you, Max. He was different, not who you will now become. Because of what happened, the future has been changed. You won't be him-"
"-But he is who I want to be. He came from the future where we were together. Without you I'm not whole, and any future of mine that doesn't have you in it, isn't really mine."
"Your destiny is with Tess, Max, not with me. You know that, and I don't want to have the fate of our world or yours to be responsible for. Don't worry, everything will be okay."
Even as she said this, she didn't believe it. Nothing would be okay. Without Max, Liz knew she couldn't live, but if she was with him… no one, no one at all would live.
"I know what you're thinking, and you're wrong. If we tell Tess she won't leave. She'll know how important she is, and how much we need her." Max pleaded.
"No Max, that can't happen. We can't tell her."
Liz was trying so hard to be strong. To stop her voice from quavering, and stop the tears from flowing. Telling Tess was exactly what she wanted to do, but she knew that couldn't happen. Liz knew what needed to happen.
"Max, you need to go. Right now. This is wrong; we can't let this happen. You know that, and I know that."
"I am not going to let you push me away again. We are supposed to be together. I've known that my entire life. I've loved you my whole life. Nothing will ever change that."
Max was yelling now, but he didn't care. He sank to his knees and broke down. Liz was doing all she could to make herself leave, but she couldn't stand to leave him there.
"Liz please… I need you."
He took her hand and forced her to see an image Liz never thought she would see.
*Max was alone in his room. He was crying, and she knew it was because of her. Something in his hand caught her attention. It was the pocketknife she had given him for last Christmas. As she watched him, the image of Max cut his wrist. *
Liz broke the connection, and looked down at Max's arm. She had been so upset, she didn't even notice the bandage he had on.
"Please Max. Tell me you didn't-"
Max looked her in the eyes and nodded sadly.
"Save me. Heal me."
To Be Continued…
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