For a second everything went blank for her, as she stood there shell-
shocked. She had
been tracking him since he had been in prison but she had never had the guts to visit him.
Now he stood before her…well actually pressed against her. His hair was a bit shorter;
they probably made him cut it. It was spiked a bit. She didn't know that gel was aloud in
prison. He was a lot buffer; she could feel his compact muscles underneath his suit since
she was so close to him, pressed up against the care. And she didn't like the way her
body was reacting to it too. "Well shit if it isn't Little Lizzy Parker." He said sounding
menacing. "Michael," she said trying to sound calm even though her pulse was racing
ten times fast, "I see you broke out of prison…again." His face clouded with confusion,
"How did you know about that?" he asked. Opps, she had slipped up, she didn't want
him knowing that she followed him. So she shrugged "Everyone knows," she said
casually. Their conversation was cut short when a loud siren started wailing. "Shit,"
cursed Michael, "get in the car now," he ordered. Liz pushed him away. "I'm not going
any where with you," suddenly remembering why Michael was in prison in the first
place. He grabbed her by the arm roughly not really caring if he left bruises. "Get in the
car now!" he ordered again but more menacing then the last. She coward back reaching
for her keys, unlocking the door and getting in on the drivers side. Michael raced across
the back to get in the passenger side. What was stopping her from just taking off and
leaving Michael? The thought crossed her mind but she stayed and waited. He got in
quickly and ordered her to drive. She took off leaving the prison behind.
Michael was so shocked to see Liz that he lost his voice for a while. He was expecting to
just steal some faceless person's car. But now that person had a face and the beautiful
face of Liz Parker. Her hair was a lot longer; the long brown silk was about to her
bottom as it fell loosely down her back. This was not Little Lizzy that he used to know
and tease. All those baby features that she had when she was younger melted away
leaving elegant features of a beautiful woman. She was wearing a lab suit that cut off at
her thighs; he couldn't help look at her shapely legs and how the lab suit showed her now
developed breasts. There were so many things that he wanted to tell her. That he didn't
kill Alex, that he was innocent. But the first thing out of his mouth was an insult. He
could have kicked himself. The way he was pressed up against Liz and the things he was
thinking about her was making him feel even worse. When the sirens went off he had
given her a choice if she wanted to leave him. Her went in the back of the car; she could
Have driven off without him. But she waited and now they sat in silence as they drove down
the long highway road. "How did you brake out?" she said finally braking the silence.
"Come one Parker I thought you were smarter than that," he said. She briefly glanced at
him before her eyes returned to the road. "Why didn't you do it sooner or you were just
waiting for me to come along?" she asked raising and eyebrow. He growled at bit,
"Never had the privacy, they kept me on surveillance twenty-four seven. I gained their
trust acting like I was harmless…." He didn't have to say anymore. "I thought Kivar
would help his little double spy." She said coldly. A deep growl emerged from his throat
as he grabbed the steering wheel making her pull over to the spy. He grabbed Liz's
shoulders making her turn towards him his face inches from his, "What did you say!" he
snarled at her. She looked him straight in the eyes but her bottom lip trembled. He
desperately wanted to catch that bottom lip in a kiss. "You heard me." She said defiantly.
He sighed letting her go as she sunk into her chair relieved. "Why did you kill Alex?"
she finally asked the question that had been haunting her. "I didn't," he simply said his
hands running over his face. She looked at him her face scrunched up in confusion.
"Michael…I saw you." She said. He looked at her his eyes grown cold. "That's just like
you. Liz the scientist…you have to see it to believe it," he said with a harsh laugh before
turning to her. "I didn't kill Alex and that's final." He said before turning to face the
road. She started the car again and started to drive. "Where are we going?" she asked.
"Home."
Will they find Alex's real killer? What has changed in Roswell? And what is up with the
sexual tension between Liz and Michael? Find out in the next chapter.
been tracking him since he had been in prison but she had never had the guts to visit him.
Now he stood before her…well actually pressed against her. His hair was a bit shorter;
they probably made him cut it. It was spiked a bit. She didn't know that gel was aloud in
prison. He was a lot buffer; she could feel his compact muscles underneath his suit since
she was so close to him, pressed up against the care. And she didn't like the way her
body was reacting to it too. "Well shit if it isn't Little Lizzy Parker." He said sounding
menacing. "Michael," she said trying to sound calm even though her pulse was racing
ten times fast, "I see you broke out of prison…again." His face clouded with confusion,
"How did you know about that?" he asked. Opps, she had slipped up, she didn't want
him knowing that she followed him. So she shrugged "Everyone knows," she said
casually. Their conversation was cut short when a loud siren started wailing. "Shit,"
cursed Michael, "get in the car now," he ordered. Liz pushed him away. "I'm not going
any where with you," suddenly remembering why Michael was in prison in the first
place. He grabbed her by the arm roughly not really caring if he left bruises. "Get in the
car now!" he ordered again but more menacing then the last. She coward back reaching
for her keys, unlocking the door and getting in on the drivers side. Michael raced across
the back to get in the passenger side. What was stopping her from just taking off and
leaving Michael? The thought crossed her mind but she stayed and waited. He got in
quickly and ordered her to drive. She took off leaving the prison behind.
Michael was so shocked to see Liz that he lost his voice for a while. He was expecting to
just steal some faceless person's car. But now that person had a face and the beautiful
face of Liz Parker. Her hair was a lot longer; the long brown silk was about to her
bottom as it fell loosely down her back. This was not Little Lizzy that he used to know
and tease. All those baby features that she had when she was younger melted away
leaving elegant features of a beautiful woman. She was wearing a lab suit that cut off at
her thighs; he couldn't help look at her shapely legs and how the lab suit showed her now
developed breasts. There were so many things that he wanted to tell her. That he didn't
kill Alex, that he was innocent. But the first thing out of his mouth was an insult. He
could have kicked himself. The way he was pressed up against Liz and the things he was
thinking about her was making him feel even worse. When the sirens went off he had
given her a choice if she wanted to leave him. Her went in the back of the car; she could
Have driven off without him. But she waited and now they sat in silence as they drove down
the long highway road. "How did you brake out?" she said finally braking the silence.
"Come one Parker I thought you were smarter than that," he said. She briefly glanced at
him before her eyes returned to the road. "Why didn't you do it sooner or you were just
waiting for me to come along?" she asked raising and eyebrow. He growled at bit,
"Never had the privacy, they kept me on surveillance twenty-four seven. I gained their
trust acting like I was harmless…." He didn't have to say anymore. "I thought Kivar
would help his little double spy." She said coldly. A deep growl emerged from his throat
as he grabbed the steering wheel making her pull over to the spy. He grabbed Liz's
shoulders making her turn towards him his face inches from his, "What did you say!" he
snarled at her. She looked him straight in the eyes but her bottom lip trembled. He
desperately wanted to catch that bottom lip in a kiss. "You heard me." She said defiantly.
He sighed letting her go as she sunk into her chair relieved. "Why did you kill Alex?"
she finally asked the question that had been haunting her. "I didn't," he simply said his
hands running over his face. She looked at him her face scrunched up in confusion.
"Michael…I saw you." She said. He looked at her his eyes grown cold. "That's just like
you. Liz the scientist…you have to see it to believe it," he said with a harsh laugh before
turning to her. "I didn't kill Alex and that's final." He said before turning to face the
road. She started the car again and started to drive. "Where are we going?" she asked.
"Home."
Will they find Alex's real killer? What has changed in Roswell? And what is up with the
sexual tension between Liz and Michael? Find out in the next chapter.