Irony

Irony

Chapter 5

Author: Margarita

Email: margarita782@hotmail.com

Category: Liz angst, slight M/L romance.

Rating: R

Disclaimer: Unfortunately, Roswell and all of the characters from the show do not belong to me. "In the End" is by Linkin Park, and all lyrics belong to them.

Author's Note: The first part of this is taken directly from the episode "Harvest." All lyrics are in italics. Parts of this piece take place in the future; note the dates at the beginning of the chapters.

Spoilers: "The End of the World," "Harvest," "Max in the City."

Summary: Liz deals with the aftershocks of her promise to future Max.

Warning: Character death.

*Trying to hold on, but didn't even know.
Wasted it all just to watch you go.
I kept everything inside and even though I tried, it all fell apart…*

April 2001

"Liz! Liz, wake up." I woke up slowly to find Maria at my window.

"Maria? What time –"

"It's early, but that doesn't matter." She climbed through the window and pulled my covers off. "Hurry up and get dressed. We're meeting because Roswell's resident royalty have Czechoslovakian business to discuss." She rolled her eyes. "Apparently, our lives are in danger!" She slumped onto the bed in a dramatic pose, hand across her forehead, and then sat up abruptly. "Wahoo. That's old news. How about something new for a change?"

I laughed as I pulled on my pants, then turned when I heard her gasp. "Michael!" I hurriedly covered my shirtless chest with my arms.

"You want something new, Blondie?" he asked, leaning through the window. "The skins are back." I gasped and he turned to look at me. "Get dressed, Parker. We're meeting, pronto."

He turned and a moment later we heard him jump from the bottom rung of the ladder leading to the roof outside of my room. Maria turned to look at me as I pulled a shirt over my head quickly. "Did you see that?" she asked. "He is so rude! I mean, he waltzes over here and looks through your window when you're practically naked –"

"I had a bra on," I told her as I put my keys and some money into my purse.

"— and that's just gross! I mean, not that you aren't my lovely best friend and all, but you are my best friend and you'd think that if he was going to spy on girls while they were changing he'd at least have the decency to spy on…" she paused, searching for words, "…well, me!"

"Maria, come on!" I pulled her arm and she finally looked up at me. "We need to go. This is important."

She scowled. "Fine, but I plan on telling Michael exactly what I think about his new little hobby," she informed me as she climbed out of my window. I followed, making sure to lock it on my way out.

"Maria, you're missing something here. The skins are back." My voice faltered. "He…future Max…told me about that, remember?"

She nodded, her face suddenly becoming serious. "Right. So we'd better go."

"Yeah." I took a deep breath. "Maria," I whispered after a minute, "I'm scared."

She pulled me into a hug and sighed. "I know, babe, I know."