Title: Be Careful What You Wish For (3/?)
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
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, there's actually a bit of Mi/L in this one. means thoughts and -- -- means a journal
entry. That's about
it. Thank you to all the wonderful people who sent me feedback, it's what
keeps me writing!

"Lizzie, are you OK?" Liz's father ran to her and gathered her into a great
big bear hug.
Liz smiled and hugged him back, and after a moment pulled away. "I'm fine."
He gave her a half worried look. "You sure?"
She nodded. "Positive. Just a little shook up is all."
"Miss Parker?" Liz turned to see the Sheriff standing next to them.
"Yes Sheriff?"
"I just want to thank you for what you did. It could have gotten to be a
pretty messy situation if you hadn't have called us. I just want to let you
know that any time you feel you're in danger, just give us a call and we'll
be there."
"Any time."
"Lizzie?" Liz turned around to see Tess/Isabel standing next to her. "We
still good for tonight?"
Liz raised a eye brow. "Hmm?"
"You know, you, me, Maria, sleepover and Julia Roberts movie marathon, my
house?"
"Oh, right! Sure," Liz affirmed. "I'm there."
Isabel grinned. "Great. Well, my shift is over, I better be heading out. Max
is giving me a ride home in the jeep since he's here anyway. See you at
7:30!"
Liz plastered a smile on her face. "Uh huh. 7:30!"
I have untill 7:30 to think this whole situation over , Liz thought as
she headed into the back room.
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Upstairs Liz opened the drawer that held her brand new journal. She
remembered how the day before she had seen it in Amy Deluca's souvenir shop,
a plain black journal with silver stars on the clover. She had instantly
fallen in love with it, and took her weeks earnings and bought it.
Liz smoothed her fingers over the cover, then opened it, smiling at the
crisp white pages, just waiting to be written on. She couldn't wait to tell
it what had happened!
--Dear Journal,
Today something strange yet amazing happened. I wished that I had never
gotten shot, that it was different. And suddenly, I'm back at the crashdown,
the day of the shooting and nothing big happens. I call the sheriff, he
stops the guy right before he releases the trigger. No one gets shot, or
even hurt. And that's not the only thing. This reality really is DIFFERENT.
Maria tells me that Max is staring at me when it's obvious that Michael is.
And then Tess shows up at the Crashdown, except her name is Isabel, and her
brother is Michael, except his name is Max, and all the while she acts like
she, Maria, and I are best friends.--
God, we probably are.
-- So to give kinda approximation of what this reality is, basically Isabel
was the late one of the podsters. Michael and Tess were found by the Evans,
and Max was put into foster home after foster home untill he ended up with
Hank. Isabel is being brought up by Nasedo--
That made sense. Except she couldn't understand why Michaelum, Max, was
staring at her. Even though he was the one brought up by the Evans, he was
still a different person. And, as she remebered, he still had that spikey
hair. He wasn't totally unmichaelish, just because this was a different
reality. So why would he be the one who was staring at her? It made no
sense.
Except...it sort of did. Unwanted thoughts of Michael crept into Liz's head.
His concern over whether Hank had offended her. The look on his face when he
said he envied Max. The comforting hug he had given her when Max had been
captured by the FBI. All the little moments came back to Liz, flooding her
mind. These thoughts probably should have disturbed Liz, but instead she
felt a rush of warmth.
Suddenly she shook those thoughts away. Bad Liz. You love Max, remember?
Just because you're not with him doesn't mean you should start thinking
about other guys!
"Knock, knock, " Liz jumped. Maxuh Michael was standing right there in her
doorway! He was leaning against the doorframe, smiling mischievously.
"What are you doing here? " Liz said, quickly shoving her journal under her
pillow. She'd never seen him smile like that. Her Max was always so serious
He grinned wider, and stretched his arms towards her. "What, no hug for your
wonderful brother Michael?"
End of Part 3
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heeheeOK, I was feeling a bit devilish when I thought that one up, but can you blame me? ;-D