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
