Title: Foretelling
Author: Gaudicia
E-mail: gaudy9@hotmail.com
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Roswell characters.
Rating: PG-13
Category: Mi/L
Summary: It takes place after the episode EOTW. I have no idea what I have with this epi! You guys know you have to read it if you want to find out what this is about.
Distribution: Just ask.
Feedback: It's always welcomed! Please tell me what you think!
Chapter 1
Liz looked up in time to see the headlights coming towards her. She was frozen in her spot, she couldn't move and it all happened too fast. She blinked for a second and the motorcycle had given a sharp turn, the driver falling a few feet away from the motorcycle.
Liz somehow managed to scramble to her feet and ran towards the man. She fell to her knees as she saw who it was. Liz wiped his face in vain, the rain wetting his face again. "Michael," Liz whispered. She put her hand on his head and gasped as she felt a thick, heavy liquid on her hand, she lifted her hand and saw it covered in red blood. She looked besides her and saw the water hose also covered in blood. "Oh, no! Michael, wake up! Please, wake up. This is all my fault."
Liz covered his head wound, silently willing it to heal, but guilt was eating her away. "Please be okay, Michael. I have to get help."
Liz panicked even more as she felt her hand turn hotter and a tingling sensation ran up her arms. Will her tears to stop, she rubbed her eyes and looked at her hand and saw it glowing, and the blood was running back towards the wound, she was too shocked to move her hand away.
Michael opened his eyes to find himself staring at Liz's wide, shocked eyes. He carefully stood up, and tried to recall what happened. The memories slowly coming back to him, and he knew he should at least be feeling dizzy, but he never felt better. Michael turned to Liz in wonder, but only saw her staring at her hands, still kneeling on the pavement.
He dimly became aware of the rain and he helped Liz stand up. He gently grabbed Liz's chin and turned her to look at him. "Liz, what happened?"
Liz bent her head to study her hands and then turned back to him. "I healed you."
Michael was going to question her words, but her eyes rolled to the back of her head and she fainted.
That was the last thing he needed. Groaning, he managed to set his motorcycle straight and he settled Liz on it so she could recline against him, and he wrapped his arm around her waist and with his free hand, he began to push the bike.
Michael quickly laid Liz on his bed. While blushing he took off her clothes and tugged one of his cleans shirts down her neck. Having dressed her, he decided to change his and put them in the drier. He would have used his powers, but he didn't want to risk it, especially when his emotions were running high.
Michael began to pace the living room, trying to think of his next move. 'Should I call Max and the others? Should I wait 'till she wakes up? What was she doing out under the rain on the middle of the road? How was she able to heal me?'
He stopped pacing as he heard a strange sound coming from his room. What he saw moved him, Liz had her knees drawn up to her chest, her arms wrapped around her legs and her shoulders were shaking.
As compassion filled him, he sat next to her and Liz wrapped her arms around him and buried her head against his chest. He awkwardly wrapped his arms around her, just letting her cry her sorrows away, he didn't know what else to do.
Once her sobs subsided, Liz sniffled, "Sorry."
Michael smiled, "No problem."
They stayed in an uncomfortable silence until Michael spoke again. "I better call the others."
Liz's hand quickly shot out to cease his movements. "Don't." Seeing he was about to protest, Liz hurriedly continued, "Please, Michael, don't tell them."
"Liz, at least Max needs to know, so he can help you get a hold of your powers or find out why you have them or if they are temporary."
Liz vehemently shook her head. "No, Michael. You can teach me," Liz said, swiftly. "It would also give you a chance to work on yours." Liz was now digging her nails into his hand as she stared at him desperately.
"Liz—" Michael started, shocked by the despair and urgency in her eyes.
"Michael, I won't be in danger. You know what's going on with me. Just think how worried the others will be, the strain it will put on everyone else." Liz was willing to say and do anything as long as Michael didn't tell the others what happened. Liz held her breath as she could practically see the wheels turning inside his head.
Liz was unconsciously rubbing her fingers against his hand, an action that didn't went unnoticed by Michael.
Michael licked his lips as Liz caresses stirred some unknown feeling deep within him, and he saw for the first time how she looked, she was flushed from all her crying, her hair was a mess, he could drown in her eyes, and to him she looked sexy as hell in his shirt.
Suddenly memories that weren't his filled his mind. He saw Future Max, Liz trying to get Max and Tess together, Liz next to Kyle, both naked and Max devastated, staring at them from her balcony.
Liz saw the confusion, wonder and astonishment pass through his eyes and she knew that he knew, and that there was no need to explain. "Will you keep my secrets?" She asked again.
To be continued…
Author: Gaudicia
E-mail: gaudy9@hotmail.com
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Roswell characters.
Rating: PG-13
Category: Mi/L
Summary: It takes place after the episode EOTW. I have no idea what I have with this epi! You guys know you have to read it if you want to find out what this is about.
Distribution: Just ask.
Feedback: It's always welcomed! Please tell me what you think!
Chapter 1
Liz looked up in time to see the headlights coming towards her. She was frozen in her spot, she couldn't move and it all happened too fast. She blinked for a second and the motorcycle had given a sharp turn, the driver falling a few feet away from the motorcycle.
Liz somehow managed to scramble to her feet and ran towards the man. She fell to her knees as she saw who it was. Liz wiped his face in vain, the rain wetting his face again. "Michael," Liz whispered. She put her hand on his head and gasped as she felt a thick, heavy liquid on her hand, she lifted her hand and saw it covered in red blood. She looked besides her and saw the water hose also covered in blood. "Oh, no! Michael, wake up! Please, wake up. This is all my fault."
Liz covered his head wound, silently willing it to heal, but guilt was eating her away. "Please be okay, Michael. I have to get help."
Liz panicked even more as she felt her hand turn hotter and a tingling sensation ran up her arms. Will her tears to stop, she rubbed her eyes and looked at her hand and saw it glowing, and the blood was running back towards the wound, she was too shocked to move her hand away.
Michael opened his eyes to find himself staring at Liz's wide, shocked eyes. He carefully stood up, and tried to recall what happened. The memories slowly coming back to him, and he knew he should at least be feeling dizzy, but he never felt better. Michael turned to Liz in wonder, but only saw her staring at her hands, still kneeling on the pavement.
He dimly became aware of the rain and he helped Liz stand up. He gently grabbed Liz's chin and turned her to look at him. "Liz, what happened?"
Liz bent her head to study her hands and then turned back to him. "I healed you."
Michael was going to question her words, but her eyes rolled to the back of her head and she fainted.
That was the last thing he needed. Groaning, he managed to set his motorcycle straight and he settled Liz on it so she could recline against him, and he wrapped his arm around her waist and with his free hand, he began to push the bike.
Michael quickly laid Liz on his bed. While blushing he took off her clothes and tugged one of his cleans shirts down her neck. Having dressed her, he decided to change his and put them in the drier. He would have used his powers, but he didn't want to risk it, especially when his emotions were running high.
Michael began to pace the living room, trying to think of his next move. 'Should I call Max and the others? Should I wait 'till she wakes up? What was she doing out under the rain on the middle of the road? How was she able to heal me?'
He stopped pacing as he heard a strange sound coming from his room. What he saw moved him, Liz had her knees drawn up to her chest, her arms wrapped around her legs and her shoulders were shaking.
As compassion filled him, he sat next to her and Liz wrapped her arms around him and buried her head against his chest. He awkwardly wrapped his arms around her, just letting her cry her sorrows away, he didn't know what else to do.
Once her sobs subsided, Liz sniffled, "Sorry."
Michael smiled, "No problem."
They stayed in an uncomfortable silence until Michael spoke again. "I better call the others."
Liz's hand quickly shot out to cease his movements. "Don't." Seeing he was about to protest, Liz hurriedly continued, "Please, Michael, don't tell them."
"Liz, at least Max needs to know, so he can help you get a hold of your powers or find out why you have them or if they are temporary."
Liz vehemently shook her head. "No, Michael. You can teach me," Liz said, swiftly. "It would also give you a chance to work on yours." Liz was now digging her nails into his hand as she stared at him desperately.
"Liz—" Michael started, shocked by the despair and urgency in her eyes.
"Michael, I won't be in danger. You know what's going on with me. Just think how worried the others will be, the strain it will put on everyone else." Liz was willing to say and do anything as long as Michael didn't tell the others what happened. Liz held her breath as she could practically see the wheels turning inside his head.
Liz was unconsciously rubbing her fingers against his hand, an action that didn't went unnoticed by Michael.
Michael licked his lips as Liz caresses stirred some unknown feeling deep within him, and he saw for the first time how she looked, she was flushed from all her crying, her hair was a mess, he could drown in her eyes, and to him she looked sexy as hell in his shirt.
Suddenly memories that weren't his filled his mind. He saw Future Max, Liz trying to get Max and Tess together, Liz next to Kyle, both naked and Max devastated, staring at them from her balcony.
Liz saw the confusion, wonder and astonishment pass through his eyes and she knew that he knew, and that there was no need to explain. "Will you keep my secrets?" She asked again.
To be continued…