Title: Mislead Belief
Author: Gaudicia
E-mail: life_mistery@hotmail.com
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Roswell characters.
Rating: Pg-13
Category: UC-Mi/L
Summary: You'll just have to read to find out.
Distribution: Please, ask first.
Author's note: I'm still working on my other fics! I just had to start this one.
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Chapter 8

Michael and Max were shocked by Liz's reaction. Michael put his arms around her and pulled her away from the window. "Liz, if it would make you feel better we'll take you to see her." Michael said, looking at Max for approval.

Liz just let the tears fall, she tried to breathe in and out, but she would only get hiccups.

Max went with them to the laboratory; he wanted to see what would take place.

The guard at the door gave them a hard time until Max ordered him to open the door.

As soon as they let them through, Liz rushed to her mother's side. She took her mother's hand in hers and kissed it. "Why isn't she awake?"

One of the doctors near answered, "She is just resting, getting used to being out of the box."

Liz nodded, not taking her eyes of her mother, thinking that if she looked at the guy for even a second she could kill him. 'They just don't know what they did.' A part of her thought, but that didn't help at all, since the damage was done.

"We haven't finished our discussion, Michael," Max reminded him.

"Let's go, Liz," Michael said, tapping her on the shoulder.

Liz shook her head. "I'm not leaving her side," she said with determination.

Max signal for two guards to come. "Watch her. Don't leave her out of your sight." Max ordered them. "Michael, come on."

Michael looked at Liz, he didn't want to leave her, but his loyalty to Max was first. 'It will be nice to not have to look out for her,' he thought, trying to play it off.

Liz didn't bothered to look at them, she just ignored the rest of the world and concentrated on her mother.
* * * *

Michael and Max returned to Max's office, and resumed their conversation.

"Tell me about her," Max said, wanting to study just how much she affected Michael.

Michael ran his hands through his hair, knowing exactly what Max was looking for. A sign of attachment. "She contacted Nicholas, demanding to see Kivar. She would constantly get on Nicholas's nerves; she knows things that we can't explain how she knows them. Kivar wants to meet her… She is very stubborn." Michael finished with irritation.

The irritation in Michael's voice was enough to tell Max that he liked her. "You like her," he stated out loud.

"No, I don't," Michael denied, coming to his own defense.

"Michael, I know you well enough. I bet that the thing you like the most about her is her stubbornness." Max saw Michael was going to protest again, but he spoke before Michael could say anything else. "Why don't you trust her?"

Michael was quiet for a moment. "I decided to go with the Spanish saying "Es mejor precaber que tener que lamentar"."

"You are saying that you aren't sure if she is trust worthy?" Max questioned.

"I'm just saying that I'm not a 100% sure and I'm just taking precautions," Michael replied.

Just as an argument was sure to brake loose someone knocked on the door, and opened it before Max could give his consent.

Isabel closed the door behind her and stood before her brothers. "I think you've had enough business talk for the day. You guys are going to spend time with me."

Michael and Max looked at each other, and they knew that the conversation was over for the time being.
* * * *

A week had gone by and not once had Liz left her mother's side. They had moved them to a larger, more comfortable room. Liz was tired of sitting, and decided to stretch her legs. She began to study the painting in the room and the same form that had caught her attention in the photos was in the paintings, only it was clearer.

Liz moved closer to the painting, not believing what she was seeing, with her finger she traced the painted figure. "It can't be. It's just not possible," she said, out loud.

'I must be seeing wrong, it just maybe someone that looks like grandma Claudia," Liz thought trying to find a justification, but her instincts told her that it was indeed her grandmother.

A moan coming from where her mother laid made her turned her attention back to her mother. She took three big steps and she was again at her mother's side, just in time to see her open her eyes.

"Lizzie??" Nancy questioned.

Liz smiled, "Yeah, it's me. I'm going to get one of the doctors."

In that instant Michael came in. Michael saw the person in the bed move and he immediately approached the bed. "Why didn't you inform us that she woke up, Liz?" He didn't wait for her to answer. "Nancy, are you okay. I'll have Liz leave immediately," Michael said, wanting her to be comfortable until he could figure out what to do.

"I'm not leaving!" Liz exclaimed, exploding.

Nancy looked at her daughter in disapproval. "Elizabeth Parker, I taught you to have more respect than that."

Liz bowed her head. "Sorry, mother."

Michael almost fainted. It just couldn't be. He had just imagined it, there was no way that Liz was the daughter of the rightful ruler of the Skins, she just couldn't be Kivar's niece.