Title: Mislead Belief
Author: Gaudicia
E-mail: life_mistery@hotmail.com Title: A Life Unknown
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: Thanks to Nikkie for correcting it.
Feedback = New chapter.
Chapter 12
Liz stood up, dusted her clothes, helped Michael get up, and hand in hand, without a hurry they started to make their way back to the castle.
They walked in silence, just feeling the texture of their skin.
"What are we?" Liz finally asked the question that had been plaguing her mind.
Michael looked at her briefly then looked straight ahead. "You. Are. Mine."
Liz beamed; she almost seemed to glow. "Good." Afterward she asked, "What about Isabel?"
Michael was delighted by the jealousy he heard in her voice. "What about Kyle?"
Liz blushed. "Okay, I catch your drift."
Michael put his arms on her shoulder. "Isabel is my sister, just like Max. My father was Max's father's best friend and when my parents died they took me in, treating me as part of the family."
Liz could tell it hurt him to talk about his deceased parents, so she made him stop.
Michael questionably looked at her. "What?"
Liz wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. "You are beautiful. Who knew that behind that tuff guy act was someone so sweet and compassionate," she teased.
Michael growled, annoyed.
Liz laughed, and let go of him. "Race ya!" Liz called out already a few feet ahead of him.
When they reached the castle they saw Max and Liz's mother in the same place they were before, and they heard them talking.
"I can have your transportation for Earth by tomorrow, if you want." Liz heard Max say, wiping the smile of her face. 'Time to face what you so wanted to deny, even forget,' Liz thought.
"Come on, Michael, lets join them."
Before Michael could tell her to leave them alone, she had entered the room. Michael shook his head. 'That's what I forgot to mention when I was describing her. Fast. She was faster than lightning,' he thought, referring to many things.
Liz barged in, making her presence known.
"Are you okay?" Nancy asked her, worried.
"Yeah. I—we worked things out. I feel better now."
Mrs. Parker let her gaze drift to Michael and met his eyes, making him blush. "Good, sweetie."
Max coughed trying to hide his chuckle. He neared Michael and handed him a napkin. "You have…um, lipstick all over your face."
Michael turned redder if it was even possible. "Thanks," he mumbled.
"Liz, I was just telling your mother that I could have a ship to Earth by tomorrow," Max informed her.
Liz squeezed her mother's hands. "Tell them," she urged her mother.
Mrs. Parker took a deep breath. "I can't return to Earth."
"It's okay," Liz whispered, trying to encourage her mother.
"The crystal box reversed my cell structure." At their blank faces, she elaborated. "My skin will peal off like the others. I was royalty, because my skin didn't peal off and that was only a trait of people that had royal blood. Now…I will be considered an outcast."
Max didn't understand why she was so reluctant to tell them about that. "Is there any way to reverse the process?"
"Yes…" Max and Michael's looks urged her to tell them. "I need the box."
Both, Max and Michael realized why Liz had gone hysterical when the box shattered. "Our scientist are working with the pieces, maybe they can create a duplicate."
"There isn't enough time. Beside it was time to return home." Mrs. Parker got up and with sagged shoulders left the room.
Liz sadly looked after her retrieving form. "She just needs to be alone right now, and dwell on things a little bit."
Isabel burst in. "Hey, why the sad faces?"
Max stood up. "It's nothing, Iz."
Isabel wasn't convinced, but left it at that. He wasn't convinced she didn't need to know the problems they were facing. "Michael, did you ask her?" Isabel asked, eyeing Liz.
If looks could kill Isabel would be seven feet under the ground. "No."
"Then what are you waiting for?"
Max interrupted them. "What's going on?"
"Michael is turning shy," Isabel said, teasing Michael.
Michael closed his fist. "Isabel, will you just shut up?"
Liz felt left out, and watched with envy their closeness. "I'm going to have one last look around."
"Oh, no, you don't. I'm the only girl here and I want that to change. You have no idea what it's like having to live with this two," Isabel begged Liz with her eyes for her to stay.
Liz unsure nodded. "Okay, just for a little while."
Isabel sat down again. "Good, because I want to get to know you. Max and Michael have told me all about you, but they don't know the juicy stuff."
Michael glared at Max as if asking what do you have to tell about Liz.
Isabel caught Michael's glare. "Mickey, don't worry. He just told me how we are related. He didn't tell me how her big, dark, chocolate eyes would take his breath away or how her silky, shinny hair mesmerize him. He said he would leave that to you. Although he did tell me she was very light."
Michael wanted to kill Isabel, but he bit the inside of his cheeks, and closed his fist until he drew blood with his fingernails, and with all his efforts only a growl managed to escape.
Max chuckled, and tried to hide it but coughing, but he only managed to almost choke.
Liz was blushing. "Michael, would say that."
Isabel replied, ignoring Michael and Max. "You only say that because you haven't heard him, but he constantly bores me to death. No offense, but a girl gets tired of hearing how great another girl is."
Liz could see the mischievous twinkle in Isabel's eyes. "I haven't seen you around much," Liz said, changing the subject.
Isabel sent Michael a look that Liz couldn't read. "I've been planning a party for Kivar's arrival. He may be a scum bag, but its just to be polite, the world of politics."
Liz yawned. "Sorry, I don't know how you do it, but the only party I would celebrate for Kivar would be his funeral."
Isabel and Max noticed how tired she looked. "Michael, why don't you take Liz to her room."
Michael helped Liz get up, and when he passed by Isabel, he warned, "We are going to have a talk soon."
"Bye, nice talking to you, Isabel," Liz called out.
* * * *
Michael took Liz to her new room. "Your mother's room is at the end of the hall to the right." Michael became uncomfortable when Liz began to pull the sheets out of the bed. "I'm going to leave so you can rest."
Liz's voice stopped him. "What did Isabel mean when she asked if you had asked her? Ask who?"
Michael swallowed, and dropped his gaze to the floor. "Uh, she, uh asked me if I had…uh,…asked youtothepartyasmydancepartner."
Liz slowly began to walk towards him. "What?"
Michael swallowed again this time not being able to take his eyes of her. "I sad that if you will come to the party with me?"
Liz licked her lips. "As your date?"
Michael dumbly nodded as he watched her lick her lips.
As soon as she approached him she wrapped her arms around his neck. "I'll go," she answered before kissing him. When the need for air was too much they separated.
"Good," Michael could only say.
Liz softly dragged him to her bed, and made him lay on top of it, and she got under the covers with him. She turned off the light and spooned up against Michael, leaving him completely speechless. He was about to get up, when he thought about what people may think, but Liz tightened her grip.
"Please, stay," she whispered, sounding like a lost little girl.
Michael nodded and pulled her closer to him.
* * * *
Kivar stood in front of Liz. "It's so nice to finally meet my niece. You are just like your grandmother."
Kivar turned to Nancy. "Isn't she just like mother?" Kivar smiled at her. "You better say good bye, sister, because she is coming with me."
Mrs. Parker was going to pull Liz back, but Kivar already had his hands on her. "Say good bye to mommy."
Before Liz knew what was happening she had been rip from Kivar's arms, and the next thing she saw was Kivar sending a blast to someone and the persona falling to the ground just after they sent a blast back at Kivar.
It was all going in slow motion for Liz, she saw the person falling, and it seemed like the person would never reach the ground, but when they finally did a scream ripped out of Liz's throat.
Author: Gaudicia
E-mail: life_mistery@hotmail.com Title: A Life Unknown
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: Thanks to Nikkie for correcting it.
Feedback = New chapter.
Chapter 12
Liz stood up, dusted her clothes, helped Michael get up, and hand in hand, without a hurry they started to make their way back to the castle.
They walked in silence, just feeling the texture of their skin.
"What are we?" Liz finally asked the question that had been plaguing her mind.
Michael looked at her briefly then looked straight ahead. "You. Are. Mine."
Liz beamed; she almost seemed to glow. "Good." Afterward she asked, "What about Isabel?"
Michael was delighted by the jealousy he heard in her voice. "What about Kyle?"
Liz blushed. "Okay, I catch your drift."
Michael put his arms on her shoulder. "Isabel is my sister, just like Max. My father was Max's father's best friend and when my parents died they took me in, treating me as part of the family."
Liz could tell it hurt him to talk about his deceased parents, so she made him stop.
Michael questionably looked at her. "What?"
Liz wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. "You are beautiful. Who knew that behind that tuff guy act was someone so sweet and compassionate," she teased.
Michael growled, annoyed.
Liz laughed, and let go of him. "Race ya!" Liz called out already a few feet ahead of him.
When they reached the castle they saw Max and Liz's mother in the same place they were before, and they heard them talking.
"I can have your transportation for Earth by tomorrow, if you want." Liz heard Max say, wiping the smile of her face. 'Time to face what you so wanted to deny, even forget,' Liz thought.
"Come on, Michael, lets join them."
Before Michael could tell her to leave them alone, she had entered the room. Michael shook his head. 'That's what I forgot to mention when I was describing her. Fast. She was faster than lightning,' he thought, referring to many things.
Liz barged in, making her presence known.
"Are you okay?" Nancy asked her, worried.
"Yeah. I—we worked things out. I feel better now."
Mrs. Parker let her gaze drift to Michael and met his eyes, making him blush. "Good, sweetie."
Max coughed trying to hide his chuckle. He neared Michael and handed him a napkin. "You have…um, lipstick all over your face."
Michael turned redder if it was even possible. "Thanks," he mumbled.
"Liz, I was just telling your mother that I could have a ship to Earth by tomorrow," Max informed her.
Liz squeezed her mother's hands. "Tell them," she urged her mother.
Mrs. Parker took a deep breath. "I can't return to Earth."
"It's okay," Liz whispered, trying to encourage her mother.
"The crystal box reversed my cell structure." At their blank faces, she elaborated. "My skin will peal off like the others. I was royalty, because my skin didn't peal off and that was only a trait of people that had royal blood. Now…I will be considered an outcast."
Max didn't understand why she was so reluctant to tell them about that. "Is there any way to reverse the process?"
"Yes…" Max and Michael's looks urged her to tell them. "I need the box."
Both, Max and Michael realized why Liz had gone hysterical when the box shattered. "Our scientist are working with the pieces, maybe they can create a duplicate."
"There isn't enough time. Beside it was time to return home." Mrs. Parker got up and with sagged shoulders left the room.
Liz sadly looked after her retrieving form. "She just needs to be alone right now, and dwell on things a little bit."
Isabel burst in. "Hey, why the sad faces?"
Max stood up. "It's nothing, Iz."
Isabel wasn't convinced, but left it at that. He wasn't convinced she didn't need to know the problems they were facing. "Michael, did you ask her?" Isabel asked, eyeing Liz.
If looks could kill Isabel would be seven feet under the ground. "No."
"Then what are you waiting for?"
Max interrupted them. "What's going on?"
"Michael is turning shy," Isabel said, teasing Michael.
Michael closed his fist. "Isabel, will you just shut up?"
Liz felt left out, and watched with envy their closeness. "I'm going to have one last look around."
"Oh, no, you don't. I'm the only girl here and I want that to change. You have no idea what it's like having to live with this two," Isabel begged Liz with her eyes for her to stay.
Liz unsure nodded. "Okay, just for a little while."
Isabel sat down again. "Good, because I want to get to know you. Max and Michael have told me all about you, but they don't know the juicy stuff."
Michael glared at Max as if asking what do you have to tell about Liz.
Isabel caught Michael's glare. "Mickey, don't worry. He just told me how we are related. He didn't tell me how her big, dark, chocolate eyes would take his breath away or how her silky, shinny hair mesmerize him. He said he would leave that to you. Although he did tell me she was very light."
Michael wanted to kill Isabel, but he bit the inside of his cheeks, and closed his fist until he drew blood with his fingernails, and with all his efforts only a growl managed to escape.
Max chuckled, and tried to hide it but coughing, but he only managed to almost choke.
Liz was blushing. "Michael, would say that."
Isabel replied, ignoring Michael and Max. "You only say that because you haven't heard him, but he constantly bores me to death. No offense, but a girl gets tired of hearing how great another girl is."
Liz could see the mischievous twinkle in Isabel's eyes. "I haven't seen you around much," Liz said, changing the subject.
Isabel sent Michael a look that Liz couldn't read. "I've been planning a party for Kivar's arrival. He may be a scum bag, but its just to be polite, the world of politics."
Liz yawned. "Sorry, I don't know how you do it, but the only party I would celebrate for Kivar would be his funeral."
Isabel and Max noticed how tired she looked. "Michael, why don't you take Liz to her room."
Michael helped Liz get up, and when he passed by Isabel, he warned, "We are going to have a talk soon."
"Bye, nice talking to you, Isabel," Liz called out.
* * * *
Michael took Liz to her new room. "Your mother's room is at the end of the hall to the right." Michael became uncomfortable when Liz began to pull the sheets out of the bed. "I'm going to leave so you can rest."
Liz's voice stopped him. "What did Isabel mean when she asked if you had asked her? Ask who?"
Michael swallowed, and dropped his gaze to the floor. "Uh, she, uh asked me if I had…uh,…asked youtothepartyasmydancepartner."
Liz slowly began to walk towards him. "What?"
Michael swallowed again this time not being able to take his eyes of her. "I sad that if you will come to the party with me?"
Liz licked her lips. "As your date?"
Michael dumbly nodded as he watched her lick her lips.
As soon as she approached him she wrapped her arms around his neck. "I'll go," she answered before kissing him. When the need for air was too much they separated.
"Good," Michael could only say.
Liz softly dragged him to her bed, and made him lay on top of it, and she got under the covers with him. She turned off the light and spooned up against Michael, leaving him completely speechless. He was about to get up, when he thought about what people may think, but Liz tightened her grip.
"Please, stay," she whispered, sounding like a lost little girl.
Michael nodded and pulled her closer to him.
* * * *
Kivar stood in front of Liz. "It's so nice to finally meet my niece. You are just like your grandmother."
Kivar turned to Nancy. "Isn't she just like mother?" Kivar smiled at her. "You better say good bye, sister, because she is coming with me."
Mrs. Parker was going to pull Liz back, but Kivar already had his hands on her. "Say good bye to mommy."
Before Liz knew what was happening she had been rip from Kivar's arms, and the next thing she saw was Kivar sending a blast to someone and the persona falling to the ground just after they sent a blast back at Kivar.
It was all going in slow motion for Liz, she saw the person falling, and it seemed like the person would never reach the ground, but when they finally did a scream ripped out of Liz's throat.
