Title: Secrets
Author: Gaudicia
E-mail: acussing_crane@hotmail.com
ICQ: 101624726
IM: Gaudy831
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Roswell character except David.
Category: Liz/Max
Rating: PG
Summary: Liz has a secret no one knows. Its short, but I don't want to give much away.
Distribution: Just ask. This is so I know where to send the other chapters.
Author notes: You all have to thank Julie and Lacy, my beta reader. Lacy does a wonderful job and most important puts up with me.
Authors note 2: The time line will be a bit different I will be changing something like when Nasedo show up and Liz meet Maria and Alex when she was 8 years old and Max first saw her at that age also. (I wanted to clear this up)
Authors note 3: Please bear with me if I take long with sending out the chapters. This is my first fic, so I'm new at this. I hope you enjoy.
Feedback: You know the drill. Please, send your comments good or bad.


Chapter 8

Liz took a deep breath and a step closer to the entrance of the cemetery. "Okay, I'll go in. But what are we doing here? Why are we even here?" Liz turned when David didn't answered. She saw that he was looking for something in the back of the car. "What are you looking for?"

David, instead of answering, handed her a shovel. Liz looked at the shovel incredulously. "What's this for, David?"

David grabbed his shovel, two pairs of gloves, two flashlights, and some water. "To dig. What else are shovels for?"

David started to walk towards the graveyard. Liz stayed behind processing the new knowledge. When she was able to process it, she managed to catch up with him. "To dig, what? David! To dig, what?"

David stopped and turned. "Elizabeth, we are in a graveyard. You tell me, what else is there to dig?"

"David, you got to be kidding, right? You got me out of school, so, we could dig! David, I thought you were going to give me some answers."

"After we dig. I'll answer." David continued to make his way around the graveyard.

Liz looked around, and there wasn't a living soul except them. It looked as if no one came here. The grass was tall and it made it difficult to walk. It could be seen that the graveyard wasn't taken care of. It was daylight, but it seemed darker inside of the graveyard. The cemetery had been closed for some years now. Liz expected a ghost to pop up. 'Aliens live in Roswell, why not ghosts too?'

Liz had been distracted. She didn't noticed when David stopped, so she bumped into him. She saw where they stopped. Her earlier feelings resurfaced, and she whispered, "David, what are you going to do? You are not going to do what I thinking you're going to do?"

David put the shovel near the headstone. "If your thinking that this is the grave we are going to dig, then yes, that's what we are going to do."

Liz started to tremble. "David, you can't be serious!"

David sat on the ground and patted the side next to him. "Liz, sit next to me. We'll rest for a little while until you calm down. --"

Liz began to pace, "Until, I calm down? David, news flash! I am not going to calm down! You want us to dig our mother's grave!"

David glared at Liz from his place on the ground. "Liz, this affects me too. I'll explain. Liz, please do this for me. You'll understand."

Liz felt he was telling the truth, but that didn't made easier or right for that matter. Liz calmed down. "Fine…"

There still was tension between them. David hated when they fought. "Liz, why don't you tell me what's got you so cranky, and startled since I picked you up at school?"

Liz hesitated for a moment. "I fell asleep in class-" Liz didn't get to finish because she was interrupted by David's laughter. "What's so funny!?"

David was bent over holding his sides. "You fell asleep in class!"

Liz crossed her arms and huffed. "Well, if I hadn't to explain why 500 dollars are missing. I would have gotten some sleep."

At hearing this David sobered up immediately. "What happened?"

Liz sighed not to happy about reliving last night event. "Let's just say they didn't take it well, and were discussing how I was going to pay them."

David knew there was something more. "Is this why you were in a cranky mood?"

Liz dropped her gaze to the floor. "I had a nightmare--when I fell asleep." Liz saw his questioning look. "You know the nightmare I've been having? Well, they are about the funeral. I think they've been trying to tell me something, but I can't think of what they could possibly mean," Liz finished frustrated.

David got up and hugged her. "I know what you mean. Liz, maybe looking here will help us understand some things. Let's start digging."

Liz started to dig. All her thoughts about an argument, or going to work left her mind, since there was no use. He wouldn't change his mind. She had to be used to this turn of events. First, she discovered there were real aliens in Roswell, then she had to evade FBI agents, the Sheriff, etc. Well, digging a grave had to be a piece of cake. It was very late at night when they finally were able to reach the coffin.

Liz put all thoughts about her nightmares in the back of her mind. "Are you going to open it?"

David hesitated for a moment. "Yeah," he bend down and tried to open in, "A little help will be good."

"Okay," Liz got inside of the hole.

"At the count of three we pull." David seeing Liz nod started to count, "One… two…three…pull." The coffin opened. When they looked inside it was empty.

Liz looked like she was about to faint. "Aren't there supposed to be rest of the body?" She saw David hesitant nod. "Then why aren't there any? There isn't even dust!" Liz started to tremble, "You knew we wouldn't find anything, didn't you!? She alive! Isn't she!?"

David saw she was about to panic. 'I should have warned her. I didn't think what this would do to her.' David got closer to Liz, and took her by the arms. "Liz, calm down. This isn't good for you. You have to calm down so I can explain."

Liz was able to come out of her reverie. "So explain."

"Liz, I think we better get things straight. First, you should know that she isn't alive, but before I start telling you more. I have to close the hole, because it may take a while." David closed the coffin. David noticed how tired she looked. "You can rest for a while."

Liz grabbed the shovel again. "I can help. The faster we finish here, the faster you can start explaining." She wanted to get this done as soon as possible. When they finished it was beyond late. She knew her parents would have a field day with this.
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After Liz left, and it was clear she wasn't coming back. Max, Isabel, Michael, Maria, and Alex spend the rest of the afternoon trying to excuse her with her teachers. Thankfully, due to the event during Biology they easily believed the excuse that she wasn't feeling well, and went home.

They decided to meet at the Crashdown, and see if they could find Liz. The Crashdown was their first destination. When they got there, Liz was no where to be seen. Maria had found out that she hadn't been there since this morning.

Max was worried. "Where can she be?" No one knew how to answer.

"Something is definitely going on. I mean, have you seen Liz's parents? They are mad." Michael said, not helping at all.

Isabel was tired and worried. "We should get home. It's late. Mom and Dad must be worried." Isabel seeing Max was reluctant to leave added. "We can see if David is there-" Max didn't let her finish when he was heading towards the exit.

Isabel stayed behind. "Call us, if you hear anything."

Alex, not seeing the use of staying there said, "We should also go home. Maria, we can call later, and ask. I'm also worried about her, but we can't stay here all day. I'll drive you guys home."

When Isabel and Max got home their father was sitting on the couch, obviously waiting for them.

Mr. Evans got up from the couch. "I've been waiting for you. Where's Michael?"

Max answered quietly. "He stayed with Maria, at the Crashdown."

Mr. Evans signaled towards the couch. "Take a seat." Max and Isabel took their seats without complaint, and waited for their father to start speaking.

Mr. Evans began to pace. "I want an explanation, and it better be a good one."

"We were-are--concerned about Liz. She hasn't been herself lately. She won't talk to us; I mean really talk to us. She won't tell us who her friend is, or anything at all." Max stated. Isabel stayed silent the whole time, 'Max was the one that got us into trouble. Let him be the one to deal with it.'

Mr. Evans shook his head. "Max, that's not good enough. What does this have to do with you looking through my files?"

"We--I--wanted to know why she called you for help."

Mr. Evans sat on the sofa. "Max, haven't you thought that maybe she needed an advice? And why hasn't she told you what's wrong? Max, perhaps she isn't ready to tell you whatever is going on. Maybe she needs time. Who knows what she needs!? But I bet when she finds it and she is ready, she will tell you what it is. Max, in the meantime let her be. Oh, and since you are so interested in looking through my files, I'll be expecting you in my office for the next three weeks to organize them, the three of you. Be sure to tell Michael that he is also invited." With that said, Mr. Evans left to his study.

Max and Isabel were getting up from their seats when Mrs. Evans walked in. "Max, could you stay a minute?"

Isabel left her mother and Max alone, "Sure."

Max followed his mother towards the kitchen. "Max, you do know that what you did is wrong, right?"

Max passed his hand through his hair. "Yeah, I know."

Mrs. Evans picked up her coffee mug. "Max, I hope she doesn't finds out. She's a loyal friend, and I have a feeling she knows more about you than I do. But what Isabel, Michael, and you did has lot to say."

Max poured some Tabasco sauce into his drink. "What is that, Mom?"

"That you don't trust her enough. That you could sneak behind her back anytime. That you don't trust her choice of friends."

"I trust her choice of friends," Max defended himself.

"Uh-huh, is that why you glared at David? Max, really. I'm afraid you are going to jump over him, and try to kill him. I never would have thought you were the jealous type of person."

Max reddened, "I am not jealous!"

"Of course not," Mrs. Evans stated incredulously. "Anyway, you should think if you trust Liz enough to make her own decisions without having to tell everybody, and if you trust her judgement."

Max was getting tired of the argument. "Mom, it's not that we don't trust Liz. We don't trust outsiders besides the one's in our group!"

"Max, she has a good sense of judgement. If she didn't have one, would you have told her your secret?" With that said, Mrs. Evans left the kitchen. 'Maybe this talk will give him something to think about.'

Max was still in the kitchen thinking, 'If she knew what we've gone through she would know why we don't trust others besides the six of us.' Max left to find Isabel without giving more thought to his mother words.

Isabel heard her bedroom door opened. "What did Mom want?"

Max pulled out Isabel's desk chair and sat down. "To talk. Have you seen David?"

Isabel got up from her bed. "No, maybe he is still with Liz. Huh."

"What?"

"I wonder--if every time the name David is mentioned, will you keep turning as red are you are now?"

Max turned even redder. "Did you called Michael, or Maria, or Alex?"

"Yeah, they haven't heard anything. Michael wasn't to happy when I told him Dad's decision."

Max sighed, "What did he say?"

"He just cursed, and said that at least they will be able to see if we can find Liz's file."

"We better get some rest." With that said, he got up from the chair, and headed to his room.
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They picked their things up and David went to drop Liz at her house. "Elizabeth, I think we should talk tomorrow. It's too late to talk now. Nancy and Jeff may not be too happy, and if I drop you later you it will be worse."

Liz didn't say anything, she was deep in thoughts. 'How cruel to think she was alive for a minute, and in less than that all hopes died.'

David glanced towards Liz direction. "Liz, did you hear me?"

Liz looked at David. "I heard you. You just don't want to tell me what's going on!"

David parked just below her balcony. "I promise to tell you Liz. Please be patient!"

Liz's voice was drowned by her unshed tears. "David, do you know what is like to think your mother is dead, and then find out that she was alive and then dead again? Is like losing her all over again!"

David grabbed her hand. "Liz, I do know what it's like! I didn't tell you because I couldn't believe it myself. Lizzie, I promise I will explain, but you have to go in. You are already in trouble with them."

Liz knew what he said was true. "Okay, but you owe me an explanation."

"And I will explain. You better get going." Liz kissed his cheek, and stepped out of the car. David left when he saw she made it safely to her room.

When Liz stepped inside her room a light was turned on. She saw her mother by the switch and hands on hip. Her father was sitting on her bed, and from his place he asked, "Where were you?"


To be continued…