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: Thanks to Nikkie for correcting it.
Feedback = New chapter.
Chapter 13
Michael began to shake Liz. "Liz, wake up! Liz!" Michael didn't know what to do, Liz kept screaming, so he did the next best thing. He connected with her.
* * * *
It was dark and Liz was in a corner screaming, looking at the dead body a few feet away. Michael went to her and put his hand on her shoulder, making her look up. "Liz, it's a nightmare. Wake up."
After that he was back in the room, and Liz was quiet. "Hey."
Liz threw herself in his arms and held him tight and began to sob.
Michael rubbed her back. "Shh.. Everything is going to be alright."
Michael didn't understand what had happened, and at that moment he didn't want to know, he just wanted to comfort her. She looked lost and broken, not the woman he was use to seeing, and his heart called out for her. "Breathe. Just breathe."
Liz calmed down and concentrated on the feel of Michael's arms wrapped around her. "Thank you," she whispered.
Michael kissed the top of her head. "Care to tell me what happened?"
Liz shook her head and snuggled closer to him. "No, I need to talk with someone else first. Someone who knows me, and has been with me through everything in my life."
Michael felt jealousy, until he realized who she was talking about. "Your mother?"
Liz nodded. "I can't tell you anything until I talk to her."
Michael wasn't too happy, but he understood. "Go back to sleep."
"I can't." Liz folded her hands. "I won't be able to do back to sleep, until I talk to mom," Liz lied; the truth was that she was afraid. Afraid of what else her dreams would make her see.
Michael could tell she was lying. "You know, it's okay to be afraid." More quietly, he added, "You don't have to lie to me."
Liz was about to deny it, but knew it would be useless. "How can you know me so well?" She asked in wonder.
Michael shrugged. "I just feel you were made for me."
Liz pushed Michael against the bed board, straddled his lap, and wrapped around his neck. "I know what you mean." She pushed her tongue into his mouth and kissed him. She occasionally bit his lips, and then started to leave a trail of kisses down his neck, sucking where she felt his pulse.
Michael moaned, and pulled her up to kiss her. Their moans chorusing one another. They broke the kiss off. "Wow."
Liz chuckles, and hugged Michael. "Yep, you are a better kisser than Kyle."
Michael growled. "Is that so?"
Before Liz could react to the devilish look in his eyes, his hands were already at her ribs, tickling her. "Stop! Please!" Liz gasped out, through her laughter.
Michael pulled Liz for one last kiss. "I'm going to change. I'll see you in a little while."
Liz bit her lip, the daze look still in her eyes. "Okay."
Liz laid on her bed after Michael left, but she still felt restless. She jumped off the bed, dressed, and began to pace. She abruptly stopped and headed out of the room.
Liz saw Max a little further away. "Hey, Max!"
Max turned to her. "So, Michael finally decided to share you with the rest of the world?"
Liz blushed, "What are you doing up so early?"
"Getting things read for Dad's return," Max replied.
"So there's going to be a party today? I only ask, because I've noticed that when someone returns there's a party. I mean they are throwing Kivar a party…" Liz asked, thinking about Isabel.
"No. Dad insisted that it should be left with Kivar's party, more like a double party. But I think Dad did it so Isabel would be more motivated, and do one of her best work." Max rolled his eyes. "I really don't know why she always gets carried away."
Liz laughed, "You are just complaining, because she has you running errands."
"Hey! I should stop spending time with you! You are finding all my secrets," Max joked.
Liz rolled her eyes. "It has nothing to do with finding out secrets. It's just a well proven theory."
"Which is?" Max curiously questioned, raising his eyebrow.
"That men are the same, in this case all aliens are the same." Liz stuck her tongue out and left a shocked Max behind.
Liz stopped walking when she saw her mother's bedroom door. She stood in front of it, and raised her hand, to knock on it, but then lowered it, she raised her hand again, and lowered it again, she turned to leave.
"Liz, come on in already." Her mother called out.
Liz opened the door and saw her mother in front of a mirror, pealing off her skin.
Liz flinched not used to seeing her mother like that. "I still don't know how you do that. Just tell where I am."
Mrs. Parker chuckled. "When you have a kid of your own you'll know." Nancy saw how uncomfortable Liz was. "Maybe I shouldn't have told you to come in until I had finished pealing my skin off."
Liz flinched at the word pealing and dropped her gaze to the floor. "I have to get used to it sooner or later, right? At least until we reverse the effect."
Mrs. Parker took off the last piece of skin and asked, "What's wrong?"
Liz's shoulders sagged. "Last night. I had a dream—nightmare…" Liz licked her dry lips. "It was very real, it seemed more like a memory, but my flashbacks usually come when I'm awake," Liz said, feeling desperate. "I saw Kivar—I was meeting him, I think I was 10 years old, and then I felt him grab me…and next thing I knew grandma was there facing Kivar—and, and then I saw her fall to the ground—dead. Because of me." Liz finished her voice choked by her sorrow.
"Oh, Liz, I should have known you would remember that day with the way you reacted yesterday when they told you Kivar was coming." Nancy gave Liz a handkerchief. "I'm sorry."
"It's true, isn't it? Kivar killed Grandma Claudia. That's why Dad hates Antarians so much."
"Yes," Mrs. Parker confirmed. "Kivar did kill Claudia…"
To be continued…
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: Thanks to Nikkie for correcting it.
Feedback = New chapter.
Chapter 13
Michael began to shake Liz. "Liz, wake up! Liz!" Michael didn't know what to do, Liz kept screaming, so he did the next best thing. He connected with her.
* * * *
It was dark and Liz was in a corner screaming, looking at the dead body a few feet away. Michael went to her and put his hand on her shoulder, making her look up. "Liz, it's a nightmare. Wake up."
After that he was back in the room, and Liz was quiet. "Hey."
Liz threw herself in his arms and held him tight and began to sob.
Michael rubbed her back. "Shh.. Everything is going to be alright."
Michael didn't understand what had happened, and at that moment he didn't want to know, he just wanted to comfort her. She looked lost and broken, not the woman he was use to seeing, and his heart called out for her. "Breathe. Just breathe."
Liz calmed down and concentrated on the feel of Michael's arms wrapped around her. "Thank you," she whispered.
Michael kissed the top of her head. "Care to tell me what happened?"
Liz shook her head and snuggled closer to him. "No, I need to talk with someone else first. Someone who knows me, and has been with me through everything in my life."
Michael felt jealousy, until he realized who she was talking about. "Your mother?"
Liz nodded. "I can't tell you anything until I talk to her."
Michael wasn't too happy, but he understood. "Go back to sleep."
"I can't." Liz folded her hands. "I won't be able to do back to sleep, until I talk to mom," Liz lied; the truth was that she was afraid. Afraid of what else her dreams would make her see.
Michael could tell she was lying. "You know, it's okay to be afraid." More quietly, he added, "You don't have to lie to me."
Liz was about to deny it, but knew it would be useless. "How can you know me so well?" She asked in wonder.
Michael shrugged. "I just feel you were made for me."
Liz pushed Michael against the bed board, straddled his lap, and wrapped around his neck. "I know what you mean." She pushed her tongue into his mouth and kissed him. She occasionally bit his lips, and then started to leave a trail of kisses down his neck, sucking where she felt his pulse.
Michael moaned, and pulled her up to kiss her. Their moans chorusing one another. They broke the kiss off. "Wow."
Liz chuckles, and hugged Michael. "Yep, you are a better kisser than Kyle."
Michael growled. "Is that so?"
Before Liz could react to the devilish look in his eyes, his hands were already at her ribs, tickling her. "Stop! Please!" Liz gasped out, through her laughter.
Michael pulled Liz for one last kiss. "I'm going to change. I'll see you in a little while."
Liz bit her lip, the daze look still in her eyes. "Okay."
Liz laid on her bed after Michael left, but she still felt restless. She jumped off the bed, dressed, and began to pace. She abruptly stopped and headed out of the room.
Liz saw Max a little further away. "Hey, Max!"
Max turned to her. "So, Michael finally decided to share you with the rest of the world?"
Liz blushed, "What are you doing up so early?"
"Getting things read for Dad's return," Max replied.
"So there's going to be a party today? I only ask, because I've noticed that when someone returns there's a party. I mean they are throwing Kivar a party…" Liz asked, thinking about Isabel.
"No. Dad insisted that it should be left with Kivar's party, more like a double party. But I think Dad did it so Isabel would be more motivated, and do one of her best work." Max rolled his eyes. "I really don't know why she always gets carried away."
Liz laughed, "You are just complaining, because she has you running errands."
"Hey! I should stop spending time with you! You are finding all my secrets," Max joked.
Liz rolled her eyes. "It has nothing to do with finding out secrets. It's just a well proven theory."
"Which is?" Max curiously questioned, raising his eyebrow.
"That men are the same, in this case all aliens are the same." Liz stuck her tongue out and left a shocked Max behind.
Liz stopped walking when she saw her mother's bedroom door. She stood in front of it, and raised her hand, to knock on it, but then lowered it, she raised her hand again, and lowered it again, she turned to leave.
"Liz, come on in already." Her mother called out.
Liz opened the door and saw her mother in front of a mirror, pealing off her skin.
Liz flinched not used to seeing her mother like that. "I still don't know how you do that. Just tell where I am."
Mrs. Parker chuckled. "When you have a kid of your own you'll know." Nancy saw how uncomfortable Liz was. "Maybe I shouldn't have told you to come in until I had finished pealing my skin off."
Liz flinched at the word pealing and dropped her gaze to the floor. "I have to get used to it sooner or later, right? At least until we reverse the effect."
Mrs. Parker took off the last piece of skin and asked, "What's wrong?"
Liz's shoulders sagged. "Last night. I had a dream—nightmare…" Liz licked her dry lips. "It was very real, it seemed more like a memory, but my flashbacks usually come when I'm awake," Liz said, feeling desperate. "I saw Kivar—I was meeting him, I think I was 10 years old, and then I felt him grab me…and next thing I knew grandma was there facing Kivar—and, and then I saw her fall to the ground—dead. Because of me." Liz finished her voice choked by her sorrow.
"Oh, Liz, I should have known you would remember that day with the way you reacted yesterday when they told you Kivar was coming." Nancy gave Liz a handkerchief. "I'm sorry."
"It's true, isn't it? Kivar killed Grandma Claudia. That's why Dad hates Antarians so much."
"Yes," Mrs. Parker confirmed. "Kivar did kill Claudia…"
To be continued…
