Ok this is part two, i couldn't resist. I am not sure where this is going to end
but i will keep going until someone stops me, i get bored or someone begs! hee
hee.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters used in this story. I do not own
any rights on then they all belong to Jason Katmis.
Lyrics reproduced without permission.
Lyrics with belong to moi.
Please email @ Planet_Starbucks@hotmail.com if you want to comment, or
review! Thankyou.
* I need you to take my hand,
I need you to understand,
I feel an emptiness in my mind
I feel that you can help me find
What complicated devesation
I can't help but surrender to.*
Michael looked at Liz incredulously.
"My help?"
Liz nodded.
"You sure 'cos like Maxwell is out there and I sure that he can help you be...."
"He's too close Michael." She smiled again without any real pleasure " Besides
I happen to know your investigative skill are finely honed. You are the most objective
in this Michael"
Michael met Liz's eyes and smiled remembering. Liz sobered first.
"I'm not sure you are gonna want to help me though?"
"It's to do with Alex isn't it?"
Liz nodded. " I would do it my self but" she gestured to the body lying
on the bed. "You can get into places I can't. At the moment I can only get
to places I know."
Michael nodded and the next few minutes they discussed what Michael was
looking for. At the moment the decision was to go to Alex's and check his
computer files and see if he had a diary of sorts. All too soon the 15 mins was
up and Michael stood to leave."
"Michael? Max is going to tell Isobel to see if she can reach me through a
dream walk." She looked down. " Don't let her. She doesn't need that kind of
pressure right now, and there are things that I havn't figured out yet, I don't
want her to know prematurely."
Michael nodded confirmation and turned to go. The he looked back at Liz.
"Even though you are supposed to be against us in the investigation you still
worry about Isobel, Max and I. Thank you Liz."
"Tell Maria I'm gonna be ok yeah?"
Michael closed the door and Liz was left alone.
Evans' House.
*Baby do you know what you did today?
Baby do you know what you took away?
You took the blue out of the sky
My whole life changed when you said goodbye
and I keep cryin'.....crying.
.......
I wish I never saw the sunshine
and if I never saw the sunshine baby
then maybe I wouldn't mind the rain*
Isobel lay on her bed, the strains of Beth Orton floating over her
surrounding her with their warmth and security, reminding her of Alex.
And what Liz said.
Now she could look back objectively she could see the reasoning in her
argument, as string as the evidence was.
She picked up the c.d case and pulled out the sleeve.
She ran her eyes over the credits until she spotted somthing that she thought
was interesting.
"Gender is just an excuse, relationships shouldn't just be an excuse,
love is often an excuse, although sometimes these excuses are all we
have to hold onto, death is the reason and living is the celebration."
She smiled and thought sarcastically that she should show that to Max
sometime. She sobered up and realised that the 8 of them, Alex included
had not been celebrating thier life. They had been living in fear, and anxiety
and hatred. Even Jim Valenti.
She was broken from her reverie by the phone wringing and by the time
the phone call was over the c.d. case lay forgotten on her desk, her chair
swinging and silence filled the room as the music came to a stop.
The Whitman's house.
Michael had left Maria at the hospital with the distraught Max. He climbed into
Alex's bedroom window quietly. He mused silently that he seemed to be making
a habit of this breaking-and-entering lark.
He powered up Alex's computer and looked hastily around the room while it booted
up. The screen flickered white and then red as his desktop loaded and finally
finished, resting, patiently waiting for the typed command.
Michael scanned the computer files and then smiled. Bingo.
Clicking on the file that was named 'Alex' he grinned as what looked to be diary
entrys. It made sense that Alex would keep his diary on a computer just as it
made sense Liz would keep her Journal in a funky old book.
He inserted a disk and clicked the download button. Taking out that disk he put
in another and did the same and then erased the files on the computer, he didn't
want anyone else finding them. He looked around quickly but couldn't find any
thing else of interest until he spotted a file called 'Theories' he copied it the
same way as he had the diaries and then powered down quickly.
He was just about to leave when he spotted Alex's bass acoustic. An urge ran through
him as powerful as a vision and he grabbed it before checking that he hadn't
left any visible marks. Erasing his fingerprints from the room he clicked the
window back into place and locked it heading off towards the hospital.
but i will keep going until someone stops me, i get bored or someone begs! hee
hee.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters used in this story. I do not own
any rights on then they all belong to Jason Katmis.
Lyrics reproduced without permission.
Lyrics with belong to moi.
Please email @ Planet_Starbucks@hotmail.com if you want to comment, or
review! Thankyou.
* I need you to take my hand,
I need you to understand,
I feel an emptiness in my mind
I feel that you can help me find
What complicated devesation
I can't help but surrender to.*
Michael looked at Liz incredulously.
"My help?"
Liz nodded.
"You sure 'cos like Maxwell is out there and I sure that he can help you be...."
"He's too close Michael." She smiled again without any real pleasure " Besides
I happen to know your investigative skill are finely honed. You are the most objective
in this Michael"
Michael met Liz's eyes and smiled remembering. Liz sobered first.
"I'm not sure you are gonna want to help me though?"
"It's to do with Alex isn't it?"
Liz nodded. " I would do it my self but" she gestured to the body lying
on the bed. "You can get into places I can't. At the moment I can only get
to places I know."
Michael nodded and the next few minutes they discussed what Michael was
looking for. At the moment the decision was to go to Alex's and check his
computer files and see if he had a diary of sorts. All too soon the 15 mins was
up and Michael stood to leave."
"Michael? Max is going to tell Isobel to see if she can reach me through a
dream walk." She looked down. " Don't let her. She doesn't need that kind of
pressure right now, and there are things that I havn't figured out yet, I don't
want her to know prematurely."
Michael nodded confirmation and turned to go. The he looked back at Liz.
"Even though you are supposed to be against us in the investigation you still
worry about Isobel, Max and I. Thank you Liz."
"Tell Maria I'm gonna be ok yeah?"
Michael closed the door and Liz was left alone.
Evans' House.
*Baby do you know what you did today?
Baby do you know what you took away?
You took the blue out of the sky
My whole life changed when you said goodbye
and I keep cryin'.....crying.
.......
I wish I never saw the sunshine
and if I never saw the sunshine baby
then maybe I wouldn't mind the rain*
Isobel lay on her bed, the strains of Beth Orton floating over her
surrounding her with their warmth and security, reminding her of Alex.
And what Liz said.
Now she could look back objectively she could see the reasoning in her
argument, as string as the evidence was.
She picked up the c.d case and pulled out the sleeve.
She ran her eyes over the credits until she spotted somthing that she thought
was interesting.
"Gender is just an excuse, relationships shouldn't just be an excuse,
love is often an excuse, although sometimes these excuses are all we
have to hold onto, death is the reason and living is the celebration."
She smiled and thought sarcastically that she should show that to Max
sometime. She sobered up and realised that the 8 of them, Alex included
had not been celebrating thier life. They had been living in fear, and anxiety
and hatred. Even Jim Valenti.
She was broken from her reverie by the phone wringing and by the time
the phone call was over the c.d. case lay forgotten on her desk, her chair
swinging and silence filled the room as the music came to a stop.
The Whitman's house.
Michael had left Maria at the hospital with the distraught Max. He climbed into
Alex's bedroom window quietly. He mused silently that he seemed to be making
a habit of this breaking-and-entering lark.
He powered up Alex's computer and looked hastily around the room while it booted
up. The screen flickered white and then red as his desktop loaded and finally
finished, resting, patiently waiting for the typed command.
Michael scanned the computer files and then smiled. Bingo.
Clicking on the file that was named 'Alex' he grinned as what looked to be diary
entrys. It made sense that Alex would keep his diary on a computer just as it
made sense Liz would keep her Journal in a funky old book.
He inserted a disk and clicked the download button. Taking out that disk he put
in another and did the same and then erased the files on the computer, he didn't
want anyone else finding them. He looked around quickly but couldn't find any
thing else of interest until he spotted a file called 'Theories' he copied it the
same way as he had the diaries and then powered down quickly.
He was just about to leave when he spotted Alex's bass acoustic. An urge ran through
him as powerful as a vision and he grabbed it before checking that he hadn't
left any visible marks. Erasing his fingerprints from the room he clicked the
window back into place and locked it heading off towards the hospital.