Longing
by Love Of My Life
Rating: PG-13
Category: Max/? Sorry but you will have to read it to find out.
Disclaimer: Nothing Roswell is mine. If only...
Summary: No spoilers. All of season 2 up to and incl. Viva Las Vegas. What we wish for is in our grasp if only we would have the courage to reach out for it.
Distribution: You can always ask, who knows I might say yes.
Part 1
It is hard to constrain your feelings for someone if you can hardly bear to be in the same room with them. But what could he do, he surely couldn't kick her out. One of the worst storms he had ever seen is playing havoc outside. Though it is slowly killing him he would have to bear her presence.
Outside the storm is building in intensity, making the two people inside very much aware of the storm building inside as well. The air is electric, driving them both insane. They are both on edge. The slightest thing could set them of at each other. Would they be able to hold back or would their feelings erupt like the weather outside. They will soon know.
How would she be able to hold back for much longer? Everything she always wanted was in her reach if only it wasn't for that other woman in his life. Could she take the risk? Should she really go for it, no matter what?
With the rain beating down on the motel room and the wind gusts shaking the building it was almost frightening. It was making the two people in the room more and more nervous. Not wanting to acknowledge the other's presence for fear that they could no longer hold back the emotions warring inside them.
'Max would you please stop pacing around you're making me nervous'.
'What? What does it matter what I do, you're making me nervous tapping your fingers on the table all the time.'
'Okay I get the hint. I'll stop tapping my fingers and you'll sit down.'
'Whatever.'
Max moves over to go sit on the bed.
'Thank you'. 'Could we please talk about something, the storm is driving me crazy and this silence isn't helping. I need some kind of diversion.'
Max looks at her indifferently 'What do you want to talk about?'
'I don't know, what about us?'
'There is no us, I thought by now you of all people should know that.' He says harshly.
'Please Max don't be like that.'
'Like what? Isn't this exactly what you wanted?' He says disdainfully. 'Well isn't it?'
'No Max it isn't.' She says sadly. 'But what can I do?'
'There is nothing you can do, anyway I think you've done enough.'
'Max, please?' she pleads.
'No, we've talked about this before and frankly there is nothing left to say. You got what you wanted; now you have to live with it. I'm going to sleep. You can do whatever you want.'
Max walks into the bathroom and closes the door quietly, which has more effect than if he had slammed the door. She slumps down in her chair and brushes her hand over her weary eyes. No, this most definitely wasn't what she wanted. She leans back in her chair and sighs as if the whole world was resting on her shoulders. How much more could she take?
He comes back into the room carrying his clothes in his hands only wearing his boxers. He throws his clothes on the other chair. Sitting on the bed, he turns towards her.
'You didn't expect me to play the gentleman now did you and sleep in a chair all night? I need my sleep. If you don't like it you can take the chair or sleep on the floor. I don't care it's up to you.'
She silently goes into the bathroom to prepare for bed. She looks in the mirror and starts to brush her teeth. How did it come to this? What did she do to deserve this? She didn't fight destiny like the others did. She accepted it and this is what she got for it. She is taken aback by the sadness she sees reflected in the mirror. This sure wasn't how she expected it to be. She thought things to be easier now after all that had happened. That he had come to terms with his destiny but apparently not.
This is going to be one difficult night. She doesn't think she will be able to fall asleep easily. But sure as hell she isn't going to sleep in a chair or on the floor. If he could bear to sleep in the same bed with her than she most definitely could do the same. After finishing in the bathroom she turns off the light and steps into the bedroom to find the room dark except for a small light on the nightstand on 'her' side of the bed, as if he was challenging her to lie in the bed beside him. Humph. She could do it. She quietly walks over to the bed and slips under the bedcovers. He is lying on his side with his back turned to her as if he couldn't bear to see her. Well if that was how he feels she could do the same so she lies down on her side with her back to him.
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