Title: There Will Be Tomorrow
Author: talena
Disclaimers: Nope, don't own anything, otherwise this story of mine would be a script for an episode. Roswell belongs to Jason Katims and Melinda Mitz.
Category: Crossover (Roswell/Angel and a little Buffy)
Ratings/Genre: PG-13/drama
Summary/Spoilers: Post-Destiny. Liz leaves Max behind to fulfill his destiny, only to find that Fate has its own plans for her.
Author's Notes: Sorry this part took so long. To make up for it, this is a long chapter! This part goes back to the day after Destiny to the present day with Liz on the plane. Sorta like a Flashback!

Chapter 1: Going Through the Motions
 [Roswell: Post-Destiny- the following week]

I'm Liz Parker and it's been exactly one week since Destiny. When I walked away from Max that day, there was nothing in my mind except for the fact that I had to get out of there. He has a destiny and no matter how much I want to, I can't stand in his way. I love him too much to do such a thing. It's been a painful and exhausting week… for every single day, from opening to closing time; Max would come and sit in his usual booth. And it's torture, for both of us, but he couldn't seem to stay away, and I really didn't want him to.

Sunday: Falling

Liz looked up from her order pad at the exact same moment the bell above the entrance chimed, and she felt the flutter in her heart before it dropped once more. Her eyes strayed from shoes up to lean legs to a muscular chest and finally into the soulful amber eyes of Max Evans. He stepped forward, and she took a step back before tearing her eyes away from his, not wanting to fall deep into those soulful eyes.

Looking over at Maria who was watching the scene with interest, Liz begged her with her eyes to understand, and Maria nodded. Liz escaped into the backroom, tears building in the corner of her eyes. She felt herself falling deeper into the abyss, and this time no one was there to pull her out. No one there to guide her back, and she didn't even know if anyone one could. Leaning heavily against the wall, she slid to her knees, the tears finally flowing freely. Tears that had formed in her heart the exact same moment she had laid eyes on her love.

Seeing Max for the first time after learning his destiny was pure torture. She wanted to throw herself into his arms and clutch onto him for dear life, never letting him go again. The only thing that kept her from doing so was the memory of what had transpired only hours before, and the destiny and life that Max now led. A life she wasn't a part of. A life where he was married to one Tess Harding.

With that thought and a heavy heart, Liz Parker stood up; drying her tears and fixing her hair as she began what would be the most hardest task she had encountered yet in her life. Staying away from the only man she would ever love. She was going to stay away from Max Evans. Even if it killed her. Even if she would be miserable for the rest of her life.

Liz stood in front of the doors was like standing in front of the judgment gates for when she walked through those doors, her future would be decided. So taking a deep breath and swallowing back her tears, Liz Parker walked through the back doors to face a future that was no longer so clear.

It's so hard. To see him every day, and not be able to just walk up to him and give him a hug just because. Or kiss him because he made my day by just being there. To not be able to get lost in his deep eyes, to lose myself in the love that is always there when I look at them. To not be able to whisper how much I love him, how much he means to me. Because I do. I love and need him so much that it hurts to see him. How can we see into each other's souls, find the love we've been waiting for to have it all be over just a few hours later?

Monday: Dealing

Liz sat quietly, thinking, staring at the exact same spot where it had all started, and could not help the tear that escaped. In her mind's eye she could see two figures standing alone in the rain. A male and female staring at each other with passion in the air. Finally the male gently grabbed the female's head and pulled her against him, kissing her soundly. Liz closed her eyes against the scene, trying to rid it from her mind, but to no avail as she began to cry silently. In her mind's eye this was the moment that Michael had showed up just as she ran away, the rain accenting her heart broken cries. They came all at one time, catching her off guard, pouring over her in a sea of misery. Flashes of the past lingering in her mind.

*Flash*

Max and Tess. Max and Tess kissing in the rain.

*Flash*

Max being tortured in the White Room.

*Flash*

The shooting at the Crashdown.

*Flash*

The night in the abandoned van. The love and desperation.

*Flash*

Max and Isabel's mother. The Queen of Antar, Max's planet, speaking.

*Flash*

A desperate plea for help.

*Flash*

The pain and yearning in Max's face as she ran from him.

Too deep in the pain and misery, she didn't even hear the gentle, yet urgent voice calling her name until a hand crashed down onto her shoulder, effectively pulling her away from the pain.

"Liz! LIZ!"

Liz started, looking up into the face of her former boyfriend, Kyle Valenti. Another person healed by Max Evans while at the point of death. His eyes were gentle and concerned as he stared down into hers.

"Kyle?" Her voice cracked as she spoke. Kyle nodded and sat down next to her.

"Finally, I've been calling you for a while now. Where were you? In Max Evans land again?" He joked, trying to lighten her mood, but only eliciting a half sob and he suddenly found himself with a crying Liz Parker in his arms, face buried in his chest. Kyle, bewildered only stroked her hair, whispering softly in her ear words of comfort that did nothing to soothe her. After moments, Liz finally calmed down and pulled away from Kyle, wiping at her face in embarrassment.

"I'm sorry." She whispered quietly as she turned to face him.

"No problem." Kyle answered feeling suddenly uncomfortable. He had been on his way to the Crashdown, when he had seen Liz sitting on a bench, staring off into the distance with a lost expression. Feeling a tug at his heart, and whether it had been from his years of dating her or years of growing up with her, he instinctively walked over to her wanting to rid her face of that expression. Now as he sat next to her, he felt nothing but tense concern. He turned to her, "Did Evans do something to you? I'll pound him for you."

Kyle offered, half-joking, half serious. Seeing a smile appear on Liz's face, he relaxed considerably. He turned her face towards him, and looked into her eyes as he asked her what was wrong. Looking back into his eyes, she saw the concern of a childhood friend, and everything just burst forward, letting everything out.

When she was done, Kyle had his arm around her in a comforting embrace. "How are you holding up Lizzie?"

Liz just shook her head, a little amused. "I should be asking you the same thing. How are you dealing with all this…alien business?"

Kyle shrugged his shoulder, "I'm dealing. Dad told me all he knew about them. Evans did save my life, and I do owe him." Again he shrugged as he pulled her closer, letting her lean her head on his shoulder. "Don't avoid my question Lizzie, how are you holding up?"

Liz shrugged also, "It's hard, and it hurts…but I'm dealing."

Kyle smiled slightly at her brave front and nodded as they watched the sun set, and the first stars appear in the night sky. "We'll deal with it together, ok?"

Feeling a nod of agreement, Kyle smiled knowing he had his childhood friend back.

Surprisingly Kyle has been very supportive. He was there when I needed him, and continued to be there, asking nothing in return. If anything good can come of this, it would be the fact that I have my Kyle back. My childhood friend who had become distant. It wasn't always easy, and Kyle wasn't always there. It was so hard especially with Max coming in everyday. Because of Destiny I had lost Max and whatever friendship I had with Michael and Isabel…I never thought I would lose my best friends too. Alex and Maria, my best buds, my rock, my support…I lost them too. While I had given up on Max, Maria and Alex had refused to stay away from Michael and Isabel. All of them would go out, becoming closer, leaving me in my misery. Maria believes that I gave up too easily, and Alex thinks that I had done the right thing because he had gotten to know Tess, and likes her. I have no control anymore, my world, my foundation is spiraling out of control, and I'm losing everyone. How much longer do I have to wait before I lose everything?

Tuesday: Lingering Sorrow

Liz looked up as Maria came crashing into the back room a smile stretched wide across her face, humming happily. Liz didn't look at her as she undressed, pulling her uniform off, "You're late."

Liz's voice was cold and distant, but Maria took no notice of it and she began to babble. "I was with Michael, Alex, Isabel, Max, and Tess. We were having a picnic, and we lost track of time." She explained, but did not apologize.

"Your shift started two hours ago Maria." Liz interrupted her. Maria finally heard the coldness and anger in Liz's voice and turned to see Liz's back to her, not even looking at her.

"What the hell is your problem?" Maria asked annoyance clearly etched on her features.

Liz stiffened, all the anger, pain, sorrow, and spiraling emotions of the past few days surfaced along with the newly found energy and she snapped.

"My problem? MY PROBLEM?!" She whirled around angrily, "My problem is that you were out having fun and kissing up to Tess and the Czechs to care that your best friend is stuck in a diner full of people waiting to be served with only one waitress. Do you know how many lewd men I had to fight off today? Or how many dishes I broke and orders I got wrong while trying to run around?"

She took a deep breath and continued, "My problem is the fact that my two best friends are too busy with their fucking spouses to fucking care about how their "best friend" is! Did you even know how much pain I've been in? Where were you while I was crying my heart out?" Liz demanded, and seeing the expression on Maria's face, she continued, "Exactly! You were too busy with your boyfriend and befriending that bitch to even care about your old friends!"

By this point Maria had also lost her patience and she slapped Liz, yelling also.

"Me? Selfish?! That's rich! Take a look in the mirror! Pain? Sorrow? Hah! Well you deserve it! You walked away from Max that day! You gave up! You didn't fight! Don't you know how many times Isabel and I had to comfort him all because of you! Did you see how much pain he was in? No, because you were too wrapped up in your own little world to notice! Excuse me for wanting Michael and the Czechs in my life. Excuse me for wanting to get to know Tess! Alex and I are just trying to keep our relationship with Isabel and Alex. We didn't give up. We didn't walk away! You deserve it! And the only person I can see that is a bitch right now is you! I'm so glad that Max is moving on with Tess. She deserves him." Maria ranted; unaware of how Liz had clamped her hand over her mouth after she had yelled at Maria. Liz listened, rubbing her cheek and watching as her world crumbled before her once more.

Maria stopped ranting to see a pale-faced Liz staring at her with wide glistening eyes. She gasped, realizing what she had said and done, and for the first time saw the raw pain in Liz's eyes, barely contained in those dull depths. But her stubbornness and thoughtless anger regretted none of the things she had said.

Liz turned away from Maria, not wanting her to see the tears in her eyes.

"I don't know who you are Liz Parker, but I don't care. I don't want to know you anymore." Maria declared as she pushed through the doors and walked into the restaurant.

Liz watched her through her mirror, tears falling silently.

"I did see his pain Ria. Because I could feel right here." Liz whispered softly to the air, her hand covering her breaking heart. Running quickly to the bathroom, Liz vomited up the contents of her empty stomach, tears never ceasing.

Maybe Maria was right. Perhaps I was being selfish. Max had moved on with Tess. Her words had hurt me more than anything could. I never meant to argue with Maria, but I let my feelings get the better of me, and now I am truly alone. Three days since destiny, seventy-two hours since my life began spiraling out of control. These past days, I've watched as everyone became closer, watching, as they were happy and carefree as if Destiny didn't exist. Maybe Maria was right. Maybe this time I am the wrong one.

Wednesday: Crumbling

Jeff Parker looked over at his wife in concern as they both watched their daughter walk around mechanically. For the past few days they had watched as Liz slowly declined into depression. Since they had walked into her room on Sunday morning to find her covered in dirt with tears streaming down her face, they had kept an eye on her.

They watched as she walked through each day, going through motions, yet not even acknowledging the things she was doing. She was silent, and only spoke when necessary. At dinner she would barely eat the food set before her, instead keeping quiet and staring blankly ahead of her. She had been doing so a lot lately.

On Monday they had found her out on her balcony staring at the stars, with tears streaming down her face as she clutched a photo of her friends and herself in her hands. However, she would not talk about whatever had put her into such a state.

What was even stranger was the fact that she seemed to always be alone. That was strange in itself because she usually would have either Maria or Alex with her whenever she felt depressed. The only conclusions they could draw were that she had broken up with Max by the way she avoided him, and the yelling they had heard yesterday told them that she was fighting with Maria.

Today they watched she walked around in a daze, spilling and breaking things. Bumping into tables and tripping over chairs. Her face was pale, her hair hung dead in her ponytail, and the light in her eyes faded. Jeff made a sudden move as Liz clutched at a table to keep from falling.

Another thing was the stomach flu she had been fighting since Saturday. She fainted many times already, and they often entered her room in the morning to hear her retching in the bathroom. She was even thinner than before and was going to the point where her already small uniform was becoming too large for her.

Nancy watched as Liz again clutched at a table to keep from fainting, her eyes glazing and sweat visible on her white skin. Rushing to her daughter's side, Nancy placed a supportive arm around Liz.

"Sweetie, I think you should go lie down. Take the rest of the day off, you're all hot." Before Liz could protest, Nancy began pulling her towards the back, sharing a glance with her husband as she led a submissive Liz to her room.

She helped her change out of her uniform, seeing Liz sway uneasily on her feet. Nancy tucked Liz into bed and kissed her forehead, "Feel better sweetheart."

And she tried to walk away, but Liz's arm had shot out to grab hers.

"Mom," She rasped, "I'm sorry for everything. For hurting you and not talking to you. I'm sorry for creating this rift between us."

Liz was becoming hysterical, and Nancy, bewildered sat down on the bed pulling Liz into her arms as her daughter sobbed, "It's ok sweetie. I forgive you."

After a few moments, mother pulled away from daughter, and pushed her back down onto the bed. "Sleep. I'll be here when you wake up. I won't leave you." Nancy promised, seeing the fear disappear from Liz's eyes as soon as the words left her mouth. She began to hum a tune that Liz's Grandma Claudia used to sing to her when she was younger, and soon Liz's eyes fluttered close, signaling her surrender to slumber.

A few hours later, Jeff Parker entered his daughter's room to see his two favorite females. "Nancy?"

Nancy turned to her husband with tears in her eyes, and Jeff was at her side, pulling her into his arms. "I don't know what to do Jeff. She's like a lost little girl. My baby is hurting so much and I don't know how I can help her!"

Tears were streaming down her eyes, and Jeff pulled her closer, "I know sweetie. I wish I knew what to do…we'll figure something out. We'll get our Lizzie back. I know it."

Comforting words were unheard by lost ears as they watched over their crumbling daughter.

I don't know what to do anymore. I've never felt so lost and alone. It feels like everyone I've ever loved and needed has walked away from me. And in some ways that's what has happened. My friends abandoned me to be with their loves, and my love has left me for another. I never knew it would hurt this much when I gave in to destiny. With all this pain and sorrow in the air, I wonder if what I'm doing is worth it all. Is it worth to see my world die before my eyes? Is it worth it to feel so alone? Is Destiny worth this?

Thursday: Awakening

Liz ignored the table full of teenagers, Czechs and humans alike as she walked about the diner. For the past few days, Max and Maria…and well everyone else had avoided and ignored her for whatever their reasons, and Liz was both glad and saddened by this.

Glancing over at the counter she saw Kyle watching her and she smiled at him. He had been a wonderful friend the past week. She was glad to have him otherwise she surely would have done something she regretted. Looking over at her reflection she noted how pale and gaunt she had become, and it seemed right. Her appearance fitted her mood. She knew that Kyle and her parents were worried about her, and she grieved to cause them such worry, but she couldn't help it. Looking back over at the table she caught Maria's eye whom turned away as soon as their eyes locked.

Liz frowned pushing away the pang, letting herself sink into the cold, numbing, nothingness. She had woken up this morning to no pain in her heart, no tears in her eyes, only the loneliness and the numbness remained.

Her dreams had been restless, filled with demons and death, scaring her to the point of her waking up screaming. After the nightmare, she couldn't seem to fall asleep again. So she had gone for a walk, feeling eyes on her the whole time. Even now as she moved around the diner, she could still feel those eyes. A shiver passed through her when she realized that only cold anger and hatred seemed to radiate from the eyes that watched her so. Every time she had looked up, she wouldn't see anyone watching or staring at her, and this confused her even more.

"Would you like a refill?" Liz asked a young woman, holding out the pitcher of water. The woman nodded, and Liz felt a chill go through her at the woman's penetrating gaze. She smiled as she began to walk away, but the woman grabbed her wrist and Liz felt herself disappear into a dream-like state.

'Where is he?'

She watched as her father paced around angrily. 'It is too late to be out now.'

'Father, please. Calm yourself. This is not good for your health.' She tried to soothe her agitated father to no avail.

'Calm? How can I be calm? He is purposely doing this! Your good for nothing older brother is a poor excuse of a Catholic gentleman. Partying and drinking every night.'

'Father, I'm sure he's on his way home right now. If you would like, I'll go search for him!'

'Chastity, do not be naïve. Your idiotic brother has probably passed out drunk somewhere.'

'Father! Please! I'll go fetch him.' With that Chastity was out the door before her father could stop her.

After a few hours of searching, but not finding her brother, Chastity returned to the trail that would lead her home. Walking along the trail, she stopped short once she saw flames dancing in the distance, and she broke into a dead run towards her home.

Liz gasped and the pitcher in her hand slipped to the floor. Liz watched the glass as it hit the floor, splitting into several pieces, and in her eyes she saw the image of malicious brown eyes staring evilly at her with nothing but hatred.

"Liz!" Kyle was at Liz's side as she began to sway. His arms were around her, keeping her steady and she stared at him with a look of abandonment in her eyes, "He promised. He promised never to leave me, and he did. He left me."

And those brown eyes were the last thing she saw before she passed out, the scar above her eye now a bright crimson with blood from a new cut.

These dreams are so unnerving, they feel so real. The pain I feel from them feels so raw. But it also feels as if a part of my life that had been missing is finally…I don't know… I just feel more complete now. Strangely these dreams complete me somehow. With everything that has been going on, it's all I have left.

Friday: Farewell
[Present Day]

Kyle and Liz stood side by side staring at the gate before them. Both saddened as they waited for the flight announcement. Liz was absently playing with her hair, weaving it around her finger, pulling at it in attempt to keep her mind away from the moment at hand. Kyle was standing next to her, shifting from foot to foot.

"It's better this way. You know?" Liz said suddenly, turning towards him finally.

Kyle nodded in agreement.

"I mean with you going to football camp in a few days, I won't have anyone…and I can't be here by myself you know?"

Kyle nodded again, saddened.

"It's not like we won't see each other again." Liz lied through her teeth, already in her mind was a plan to stay in Florida and never return to Roswell. Especially with her circumstances.

Kyle nodded again, and Liz frowned. "Come on Kyle, say something. You're weirding me out."

Kyle looked up at the teasing tone in her voice to see the smile on her face, which caused him to smile. This was the first time he had seen the old Liz Parker in such a long time. Sweet, smiling, and kind Liz Parker. Kyle wanted to knock Max Evans around for doing what he had done to Liz. Kyle knew Liz had seen Max kiss Tess the day before, and it seemed a coincidence that Liz would faint just a few moments later. Thinking back to the day before, he remembered how fearful he had been to see her small figure fall to the floor.

He had carried her up to her room and stayed with her until she awoke three hours later. He had been so afraid. She had stayed in the same position unmoving and unflinching with a weak pulse. He had never been so scared before in his life. He didn't want to lose Liz now that he had just gotten her friendship back.

Liz unconsciously moved her hand up to her newly opened scar, wincing as it stung her. Her mind went back to the following week and for the first time in a long while it seemed as if she had awakened from the pain filled trance she had slipped into after that day on the cliff. Last night she had stayed up, thinking back at the past year, and she found that she regretted none of it. And she found something stronger than Destiny, and that was Fate. Fate made things happen for a reason, and all this pain was for a reason.

"Boarding call for Flight 511 to Miami, Florida." The voice over the loudspeaker broke her thoughts and Liz looked over at Kyle a smile on her face.

"That's me." Kyle pulled her into an embrace, "Take care of yourself Parker. I expect to see you in two months in one piece ok?"

Liz nodded against his chest and leaned up to give him a kiss on the cheek, "Bye Kyle."

She pulled away and walked towards the gates to her awaiting plane. As soon as she disappeared from Kyle's view, a tear escaped her eyes, which she wiped away angrily as she searched found her seat. Sitting down, she leaned against the glass window, contemplatively staring at the runway.

She barely noticed when the plane made its way into air, but just as Roswell disappeared from her sight, the mask she had put up crumbled as tears poured down her cheeks. She watched as she moved further and further away from Roswell, away from her home, away from Liz Parker, and in her mind she said farewell to her old life. She said farewell to Liz Parker.

She continued to sob as her hand rested on her stomach, and that empty and lonely feeling swept through her stronger than ever as she flew towards an unknown destiny. She felt a warm tingling on her stomach where her hand rested and she looked down, tears falling harder.

Two days ago I received what was supposed to be happiest news of my life. I'm supposed to be so joyful and thankful. He is supposed to be with me now, and we're supposed to be happy and in love…but I'm so alone. How did it get to this point? Why am I not happy? Glowing? Damnit! I'm pregnant with Max Evans's baby…and I've never felt so alone in my life.

A/N: Ok, show of hands. Who didn't suspect that? So…was it worth it? Personally, I think I kinda just babbled on for pages and pages. Was this too confusing? Rushed? Did the argument between Maria and Liz seem believable? I had to have them fighting and I don't know...So, tell me what you think? Should I continue?