PROM, REVISITED
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: If I owned Roswell, would I need to write this story? I didn't think so.
Category: Mostly M/L, with a little M/M and I/A
Summary: Junior Prom, with an AU twist. Max makes a different choice when he and Liz are talking on the dance floor. M/L, with a little M/M and A/I.
Feedback: Please. *Pretty Please*
Author's Note: I was reading the transcript for Heart of Mine because of something I needed to do for my website, when I came to the part where Max and Liz are talking on the dance floor. I thought to myself that if Max had made a different decision when Liz went to dance with Maria, things could have turned out much better. I kept reading, but then I just had to see what would happen if Max hadn't just let Liz go. This fic came out of that. Some dialogue is straight from the show and I don't claim to have made it up.
Part Three – Dance Lessons
Michael strode nervously into the gymnasium, looking around warily for Maria. Juanita may think I'm unteachable, he thought, but Maria's gonna have to deal. Suddenly, his eyes lit on Max, Maria, and Liz dancing together wildly. He fought to keep his chin from hitting the floor in shock. Looks like I didn't need lessons after all, he mused, grinning sardonically.
"May I cut in?" he intoned. Three pairs of eyes looked at him in shock. Maria recovered the fastest and spat out "What? Juanita too old for prom?" Then she whirled back to Max and Liz. "Anyway, I'm dancing with a king."
"How do you know about Juanita? And why would my dance teacher want to come to my prom?"
Maria faltered and stopped dancing. "Dance...teacher..." she echoed weakly.
"Dance teacher."
"Max? Liz? What now?"
Max and Liz looked at each other and back at Maria.
"We, uh, we gotta talk." Max said quickly.
"I'm thirsty," Liz said at the same time.
"I'll get punch," Liz said at the same time as Max said, "I'll wait outside." And then they were gone, leaving Maria to explain herself to Michael all alone.
"I'm sorry," she began, but Michael shushed her by putting his finger on her lips.
"Maria, we've been involved in one way or another for almost two years now. I've realized that just about every irrational, stupid, or ill-advised thing you do in connection to me is because you love me. And I love you, despite the irrational, stupid, and ill-advised things you do."
"You got dance lessons for me?" she asked when he removed his hand from in front of her mouth.
"Yes," he replied, and slid his hands around her waist as a slow song came over the speakers. "You were jealous?"
"Yes," she admitted, laying her head on his shoulder. Then neither of them said anything else as they swayed in time to the shuffling beat filling the gym.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: If I owned Roswell, would I need to write this story? I didn't think so.
Category: Mostly M/L, with a little M/M and I/A
Summary: Junior Prom, with an AU twist. Max makes a different choice when he and Liz are talking on the dance floor. M/L, with a little M/M and A/I.
Feedback: Please. *Pretty Please*
Author's Note: I was reading the transcript for Heart of Mine because of something I needed to do for my website, when I came to the part where Max and Liz are talking on the dance floor. I thought to myself that if Max had made a different decision when Liz went to dance with Maria, things could have turned out much better. I kept reading, but then I just had to see what would happen if Max hadn't just let Liz go. This fic came out of that. Some dialogue is straight from the show and I don't claim to have made it up.
Part Three – Dance Lessons
Michael strode nervously into the gymnasium, looking around warily for Maria. Juanita may think I'm unteachable, he thought, but Maria's gonna have to deal. Suddenly, his eyes lit on Max, Maria, and Liz dancing together wildly. He fought to keep his chin from hitting the floor in shock. Looks like I didn't need lessons after all, he mused, grinning sardonically.
"May I cut in?" he intoned. Three pairs of eyes looked at him in shock. Maria recovered the fastest and spat out "What? Juanita too old for prom?" Then she whirled back to Max and Liz. "Anyway, I'm dancing with a king."
"How do you know about Juanita? And why would my dance teacher want to come to my prom?"
Maria faltered and stopped dancing. "Dance...teacher..." she echoed weakly.
"Dance teacher."
"Max? Liz? What now?"
Max and Liz looked at each other and back at Maria.
"We, uh, we gotta talk." Max said quickly.
"I'm thirsty," Liz said at the same time.
"I'll get punch," Liz said at the same time as Max said, "I'll wait outside." And then they were gone, leaving Maria to explain herself to Michael all alone.
"I'm sorry," she began, but Michael shushed her by putting his finger on her lips.
"Maria, we've been involved in one way or another for almost two years now. I've realized that just about every irrational, stupid, or ill-advised thing you do in connection to me is because you love me. And I love you, despite the irrational, stupid, and ill-advised things you do."
"You got dance lessons for me?" she asked when he removed his hand from in front of her mouth.
"Yes," he replied, and slid his hands around her waist as a slow song came over the speakers. "You were jealous?"
"Yes," she admitted, laying her head on his shoulder. Then neither of them said anything else as they swayed in time to the shuffling beat filling the gym.