Title: Embracing the enemy
Author: Gaudicia
E-mail: gaudy9@hotmail.com
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Roswell characters.
Rating: Pg-13 for now, I may change my mind.
Category: UC-Liz/Kivar
Summary: Max asks Liz to do something for him… You want to know more? I'll guess you'll have to read. :p
Distribution: Please, ask first.
Author's note: Thanks to Nikki for correcting my fic and Laura, Lee and Katana for encouraging me to write this.
Feedback = New chapter.
Prologue
Liz stood in the middle of her room, and it was like being on a ferris wheel. She was turning in circles, looking around her room; it was the same as always. The night tables were still in the same place they had been a year ago, her desk was still clogged with books, her bed was still in the same position, all was still the same. 'Then why do I feel so out of place?'
Liz kept turning, she was starting to feel dizzy, but she didn't stopped, as she turned only one thing caught her attention, not the bright colors, or the things that were out of place, nothing except the pictures.
Pictures of Alex, Max, Maria, Michael, Isabel and Kyle. Pictures of the time when her room felt safe, when the place she lived in was a home. Alex pictures kept flashing in her mind, standing out more than the others. Those pictures indicated a life she had stopped being a part of long ago, they were part of the Liz she had been force to leave behind. Now she was empty. An empty person that couldn't even grieve for her best friend. 'Alex's dead,' she thought and ran to the bathroom.
She looked herself in the mirror and didn't recognized the person staring back at her, her skin was pale and her eyes had dark circles around them, they were plunged in, they were completely black, cold and dead.
She pushed the mirror away not standing her own reflection. She brushed her teeth and she couldn't help but be disgusted by herself, touching her own skin made her sick. 'This is great, Liz, instead of crying you puke.'
Liz shook her head and came out of the bathroom, laying on her bed, and the room was still spinning.
Liz heard a knock on her window and sat up; she saw Max entering her room.
Without looking at her, Max began to talk, laying down his request, for Liz to make another sacrifice for him.
Liz looked at her hands, a week since Tess had left had passed and she was still growing whole each day. No satisfaction had come from that day; she was starting to think she had been cursed.
She thought about Max's request, somehow his words had managed to get through her, and she couldn't believe she was actually considering it.
She looked at Max through her eyelashes and saw him anxiously waiting for her answer. 'Why not? You gave up your happiness for him once, why not do it again? You lost your best friend in the process what else is there to lose?' Liz looked at the collage she had on the walls with pictures of those dearest to her.
Maria. She had her own problems to deal with.
Michael. He was too busy with Maria.
Isabel. She was grieving Alex's death.
Max. Her soulmate asked her to do this for him.
Liz looked at the last picture. Her parents. They were suffering because of her, along with her. As she stared at the pictures she came to a conclusion. That wasn't her home anymore. Max had changed that.
Liz turned to Max, her voice hoarse with sorrow. "I'll do it."
Max for the first time since he came into her room, hugged her. "You don't know how much this means to me. I know we'll be able to find my son this way, then we can be a family."
Liz forced herself to smile, and just as she was about to kiss him, he left, saying, "I'll come back with the others, so we can come up with a plan."
Liz bit her lip and put her hair behind her ear. 'I have to do this for him,' she thought determined, as he disappeared from her room.
Liz kept staring at the picture of the group. "What do I have to lose?" She asked out loud, expecting the picture to give her an answer.
Liz laid down on her bed, not taking her eyes of the picture as sleep claimed her, her last thought, 'Am I ready to face Kivar? Will I actually be able to gain his trust?'
To be continued...
Author: Gaudicia
E-mail: gaudy9@hotmail.com
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Roswell characters.
Rating: Pg-13 for now, I may change my mind.
Category: UC-Liz/Kivar
Summary: Max asks Liz to do something for him… You want to know more? I'll guess you'll have to read. :p
Distribution: Please, ask first.
Author's note: Thanks to Nikki for correcting my fic and Laura, Lee and Katana for encouraging me to write this.
Feedback = New chapter.
Prologue
Liz stood in the middle of her room, and it was like being on a ferris wheel. She was turning in circles, looking around her room; it was the same as always. The night tables were still in the same place they had been a year ago, her desk was still clogged with books, her bed was still in the same position, all was still the same. 'Then why do I feel so out of place?'
Liz kept turning, she was starting to feel dizzy, but she didn't stopped, as she turned only one thing caught her attention, not the bright colors, or the things that were out of place, nothing except the pictures.
Pictures of Alex, Max, Maria, Michael, Isabel and Kyle. Pictures of the time when her room felt safe, when the place she lived in was a home. Alex pictures kept flashing in her mind, standing out more than the others. Those pictures indicated a life she had stopped being a part of long ago, they were part of the Liz she had been force to leave behind. Now she was empty. An empty person that couldn't even grieve for her best friend. 'Alex's dead,' she thought and ran to the bathroom.
She looked herself in the mirror and didn't recognized the person staring back at her, her skin was pale and her eyes had dark circles around them, they were plunged in, they were completely black, cold and dead.
She pushed the mirror away not standing her own reflection. She brushed her teeth and she couldn't help but be disgusted by herself, touching her own skin made her sick. 'This is great, Liz, instead of crying you puke.'
Liz shook her head and came out of the bathroom, laying on her bed, and the room was still spinning.
Liz heard a knock on her window and sat up; she saw Max entering her room.
Without looking at her, Max began to talk, laying down his request, for Liz to make another sacrifice for him.
Liz looked at her hands, a week since Tess had left had passed and she was still growing whole each day. No satisfaction had come from that day; she was starting to think she had been cursed.
She thought about Max's request, somehow his words had managed to get through her, and she couldn't believe she was actually considering it.
She looked at Max through her eyelashes and saw him anxiously waiting for her answer. 'Why not? You gave up your happiness for him once, why not do it again? You lost your best friend in the process what else is there to lose?' Liz looked at the collage she had on the walls with pictures of those dearest to her.
Maria. She had her own problems to deal with.
Michael. He was too busy with Maria.
Isabel. She was grieving Alex's death.
Max. Her soulmate asked her to do this for him.
Liz looked at the last picture. Her parents. They were suffering because of her, along with her. As she stared at the pictures she came to a conclusion. That wasn't her home anymore. Max had changed that.
Liz turned to Max, her voice hoarse with sorrow. "I'll do it."
Max for the first time since he came into her room, hugged her. "You don't know how much this means to me. I know we'll be able to find my son this way, then we can be a family."
Liz forced herself to smile, and just as she was about to kiss him, he left, saying, "I'll come back with the others, so we can come up with a plan."
Liz bit her lip and put her hair behind her ear. 'I have to do this for him,' she thought determined, as he disappeared from her room.
Liz kept staring at the picture of the group. "What do I have to lose?" She asked out loud, expecting the picture to give her an answer.
Liz laid down on her bed, not taking her eyes of the picture as sleep claimed her, her last thought, 'Am I ready to face Kivar? Will I actually be able to gain his trust?'
To be continued...