Title: Be Careful What You Wish For (1/?)
By: Coco
Email: hersheyXXXOOO@hotmail.com
Disclaimer: Yeah, yeah, I don't own it, I'm not affiliated with
anyone connected to the show, I'm just poor little ole' me.
Genre: Michael/Liz (at least it's gonna be!)
Rating: PG-13 for now, I guess
Summary: Post Destiny, Liz pours out her feelings to a total stranger,
and then makes a wish that could change her life forever.
Spoilers: General Spoilers for all of season one.
Distribution: Envying Max Evans. Anyone else, ask and ye shall
receive.
Feedback: Pretty please??
Author's Notes: Ok, first of all, the idea of a person that comes
to scorned women to give them a wish is from Buffy, so I guess
you could classify this as a crossover, but it isn't really. I
just loved that idea, and I was thinking about it while watching
the season finale, and it just clicked. I didn't, however, get
my rear in gear to get this fic idea typed until now. Second,
I know this first part seems kinda morbid, but the whole thing
won't be, I swear. Lastly, this is my first fic that I've actually
liked enough to post anywhere, so please be gentle with the feedback,
OK?
Liz ran blindly for miles, not really caring where she was
going. Anywhere, as long as she stayed, as far away from Max,
from Tess, from goddamn destiny it's self as she possibly could,
was fine with her.
Blood stained her cheeks from scratches, and grime caked her hair
and face. If she'd stopped and looked in the mirror she would
have realized she was a mess. He clothes were torn, and her knee
was bloody from when she had fallen. However, here in the middle
of the desert there were no mirrors, and she had no intention
of stopping any time soon.
Besides you had to think about stopping, and she had no time
for thoughts.
Run were the only things
that were in her head. And even those words soon ran together
into mindless blather, the unintelligible din of her thoughts.
So wrapped up in nothing, in everything, Liz didn't notice the
large rock right in front of her until it was too late. Her right
foot slammed into it, pitching her to the ground.
The coppery taste of blood filled her mouth as she bit her tongue
hard and the air went out of her lungs with a whoosh as her body
thudded to the ground.
Shocked, she just lay there for awhile, trying to regain her senses.
Finally, when she thought she might be able to get up she rose
to her knees. The instant she did that, her head started to spin,
bile filled her throat, and she began to wretch.
"Oh, you poor dear," came the coo of the voice of a
woman. "What are you doing out here all alone? And look at
you! Why hon, you're a mess! Now what could have possibly happened
to make you this way?"
Liz wiped her mouth and looked up. There, kneeling beside her
was a middle-aged woman in jeans and a T-shirt; her long dark
hair in a tight braid, silver streaked through it. Her eyes were
gray and piercing, as if they could see right through you, but
they also held a kind of warm gentleness that somehow reminded
Liz of Grandma Claudia.
For some reason that Liz couldn't quite grasp, while looking in
those kind, understanding eyes she had the urge to tell this woman
everything.
"I - I," Liz stuttered.
"Yes?" The woman asked, waiting.
"This September, I was waitressing at this place my family
owns, called the CrashDown Café" Liz poured
her heart out, told the woman exactly what had happened over the
past year.
"If only I could live it all over again. I could make it
better; " Liz sobbed. "I wish-I wish things were different"
The woman looked Liz strait in the eye, smiled a comforting, but
somewhat eerie smile and said, "Done. "
Liz couldn't even gape at her in confusion before she was
enveloped by a great white light
