Title: Discovery
Disclaimer: I wish I owned these characters, especially Max but I don't.
They all belong to the writers.
Summary: Max gets to know a new boy in town who looks oddly familiar.
Rating: PG
Note: Please review. I love hearing your comments. This is my first Roswell
fanfic and only my second fanfic overall. I will try to work on OOC though.
Thanks. Keep reading!
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Zack walked into the kitchen, not really knowing what to expect. "Liz, honey, this is our new mailman, Zack. He's new in the neighborhood so I decided to invite him in for cookies and milk", said Max.
"Hi, Zack. So where did you move from?" asked Liz. "I moved from Tempe, Arizona. I'm originally from here apparently but I've moved so much it's hard to tell," he says, staring at Liz. When Liz glances at him, he quickly turns his head and notices Max giving him a cold look. "Maybe I'd better go," Zack says, turning to head for the door. "Stay, the cookies are ready," says Liz. "So what grade are you in?" Liz asks as she puts a glass of milk and a plate of cookies in front of him. "I'm going to be a junior in September," Zack says glancing quickly at Max who he happily notices is now giving him a look of approval and a small friendly smile. "So when did you move from here?" Max asks, sitting down beside at him at the table. "When I was about a year old. I lived in Roswell Towers by the high school. Is it still standing?" "Yeah. I used to pass it every day on my way to school," Max responds. "Oh. Thank you Mrs. Evans so much for the cookies. My mother or rather adopted mother is usually too busy to bake cookies," Zack said, noticing Max glance over at Liz. "Oh, you were adopted. How interesting!" Max said, giving Liz a quick look. "Most people don't know this but I gave up my son who would be about your age about now. His mother died soon after giving birth. A car accident. So unfortunate. I've always wanted to look for him but just keeping put it off for some reason," Max said staring at Zack. "I've always wanted to look for my birth parents but my adopted parents don't want me to until I'm older. I hope you can find your son," Zack said, looking at Max, feeling a special bond between them. "I hope you can find your parents. Sometimes the parents don't want to meet the child and sometimes they do. It all depends." "Thanks," Zack said, noticing the weird look Max and Liz were giving him. "So, is Zack the name your birth parents gave you? It's a nice name. If Max and I had had a son, we would named him Zack," Liz says, pouring more milk for everyone. "Well, I was born with another name that was something like Zack and when my parents adopted me, they changed it to be more pronounceable. I wish I knew what the name was but my parents won't tell me. They say they will when they're ready to let me look for my birth parents," Zack said, noticing the strange glances Max and Liz kept giving each other. "It's probably for the best," Max said. "Well, I guess I better be getting home. My parent's are expecting me. Thank you, Mrs. Evans for the delicious cookies. I guess I'll be seeing you guys around soon. Thank you. Bye," Zack said, heading for the door. "Please call me Liz. Drop over any time. You're always welcome. See you soon," Liz said shutting the door behind him. "Liz, I think he's." "I know but it isn't possible. Could it be?"
Zack walked into the kitchen, not really knowing what to expect. "Liz, honey, this is our new mailman, Zack. He's new in the neighborhood so I decided to invite him in for cookies and milk", said Max.
"Hi, Zack. So where did you move from?" asked Liz. "I moved from Tempe, Arizona. I'm originally from here apparently but I've moved so much it's hard to tell," he says, staring at Liz. When Liz glances at him, he quickly turns his head and notices Max giving him a cold look. "Maybe I'd better go," Zack says, turning to head for the door. "Stay, the cookies are ready," says Liz. "So what grade are you in?" Liz asks as she puts a glass of milk and a plate of cookies in front of him. "I'm going to be a junior in September," Zack says glancing quickly at Max who he happily notices is now giving him a look of approval and a small friendly smile. "So when did you move from here?" Max asks, sitting down beside at him at the table. "When I was about a year old. I lived in Roswell Towers by the high school. Is it still standing?" "Yeah. I used to pass it every day on my way to school," Max responds. "Oh. Thank you Mrs. Evans so much for the cookies. My mother or rather adopted mother is usually too busy to bake cookies," Zack said, noticing Max glance over at Liz. "Oh, you were adopted. How interesting!" Max said, giving Liz a quick look. "Most people don't know this but I gave up my son who would be about your age about now. His mother died soon after giving birth. A car accident. So unfortunate. I've always wanted to look for him but just keeping put it off for some reason," Max said staring at Zack. "I've always wanted to look for my birth parents but my adopted parents don't want me to until I'm older. I hope you can find your son," Zack said, looking at Max, feeling a special bond between them. "I hope you can find your parents. Sometimes the parents don't want to meet the child and sometimes they do. It all depends." "Thanks," Zack said, noticing the weird look Max and Liz were giving him. "So, is Zack the name your birth parents gave you? It's a nice name. If Max and I had had a son, we would named him Zack," Liz says, pouring more milk for everyone. "Well, I was born with another name that was something like Zack and when my parents adopted me, they changed it to be more pronounceable. I wish I knew what the name was but my parents won't tell me. They say they will when they're ready to let me look for my birth parents," Zack said, noticing the strange glances Max and Liz kept giving each other. "It's probably for the best," Max said. "Well, I guess I better be getting home. My parent's are expecting me. Thank you, Mrs. Evans for the delicious cookies. I guess I'll be seeing you guys around soon. Thank you. Bye," Zack said, heading for the door. "Please call me Liz. Drop over any time. You're always welcome. See you soon," Liz said shutting the door behind him. "Liz, I think he's." "I know but it isn't possible. Could it be?"
