Author: Lauren Elizabeth
Title: Here With Me
Disclaimer: I own nothing except the love of the show and song(s). I think we all know whom the show and characters belong to and the song, Pretty Baby, is by Vanessa Carlton.
A/N: I have a very bad case of writers block. I know what I want to happen, but it's not coming out right. Well, it's not coming out at all actually. May I just say thank god for chocolate ice cream and lots of time. Thanks to Katie and Lizzy who are keeping me writing because they know that I know if I leave this hanging, they'll kill me. I also appreciate all the people who review my stories and boost my ego by doing so. Also, I know the last chapter was kinda confusing and I'm going to try and clarify some of it here. Wish me luck…
Surprises of the Good Kind
After seeing into each other's souls, the two laid back down and with Kit in the middle fell asleep. This time, it was Liz who awoke first. She could hear a violent thunderstorm raging outside. She couldn't help but feel relieved. She had always loved thunderstorms. Even as a child she had gone to sit out on a bench under the overhang at the front of the Crashdown. So it was only natural to get up and go outside. She moved quietly as not to wake the sleeping beauties and slipped outside. Once outside, Liz just stood with her arms wrapped around her and a smile on her face as she felt the strong winds blow about her and the scent of wet pavement.
Finally, once the storm was over, she slipped inside only to find Max in the kitchen making pancakes with Kit covered in flour directing him. "Liz! Look what Max and I are doing!! We're making pancakes!!"
Liz felt happiness surge through her at the look on her face. 'Can we say Kodak moment?' she thought. The 4-year-old was covered head-to-foot with flour, around her mouth was a milk mustache from the glass of milk she had on the counter in front of her, arms thrown in the air in a surprisingly Maria-like gesture and a huge smile on her face. Liz wondered then if that's how mothers felt about their own children. It was a mix of joy, pride and a sense of fulfillment. Just from the look on Max's face Liz could tell he felt the exact same way despite knowing the child a few mere hours. "I see," Liz replied. "And don't they look good. She said, grabbing a plate and a pancake. Before she could take a bite, a huge clap of thunder shook the building. Kit froze. She was afraid of thunderstorms beyond anything else. Max obviously sensed this because he took action.
"Hey, I have an idea. Why don't we all go jump back into bed while we wait out this thunderstorm? We can hide under the covers and I, being a manly man, will protect the both of you." He flexed for emphasis then strutted around the room. Even Kit was laughing. Liz had forgotten how good it felt to laugh like this. The past few months had been a too hard. She had to support herself and a child on the salary of a waitress. Needless to say, it was rather tight. Another clap of thunder shook the building as Liz shrieked playfully only to be grabbed up by Max. Not that she was complaining, as he carried her into the bedroom, but it really should have been Kit he grabbed. As it was, Kit followed them into the room laughing, not noticing how they had gotten lost in each other's eyes again.
By the next boom of thunder, all three were huddled under the covers and ready for it. Kit felt the most safe she had in a long time due to comforting arms that she was encased with. They stayed there until the storm was over; Liz then declared that she had some major shopping to do. "With all these bags?" Max joked.
"What do you mean by that?" Liz asked, faking indigence.
"Ah, exactly what it sounded like I meant," Max replied while snaking out an arm and tickling her. Liz shrieked while Kit and Max laughed. They truly looked like a family.
~~~
Liz somehow managed to drag both Max and Kit to the mall with her, saying something about how Max needed a new wardrobe. They were almost ready to leave when they passed by a lotion stand. Actually, they passed by and then were pulled back to it by Liz. Max looked rather traumatized by that point. He was carrying one too many bags and a very empty wallet. He was ready to leave the mall, or as he saw it, the place of evil. Needless to say, when Liz stopped, he was rather annoyed. Liz picked up a bottle and upon examining the scent, opened up the lid and proceeded to smell it. Her plan was kind of foiled when much to her dismay and Max's amusement, she squirted the lotion right up her nose. (For the record, that was hilarious, Katie) Max was trying very hard to contain his laughter, a task that was proving to be more and more difficult as Liz tried remove the lotion from her nose without attracting anymore attention than her small yelp and Max's laughing had. Giving up, she excused herself to the bathroom. Once she was gone, Max joined Kit in laughing openly.
When Liz came back a few minutes later, everyone was having problem keeping his or her composure. As they left the stand, they attracted many a questioning look that only served to make them laugh harder. It was a good five minutes later that they stopped laughing. By then it was getting late and Kit was looking like she might fall asleep on her feet so they gave up and left.
Kit was asleep by the time they reached home so Max and Liz had some time to talk. "Max, I'm still confused about what you told me about your vision on Antar," Liz said hesitantly.
Max looked at her and saw how much this was bugging her. He sighed. "I saw us in the future. We had a little girl who looked exactly like you."
"Do you think that Kit could be that little girl?" she asked, then reprehended herself. "What am I saying? That would mean she's from the future, and she would have had to come back in time, and that's not possible-" she stopped abruptly. Max was now completely confused.
"Liz?" She looked pale, as if she had just seen a ghost. "Liz, what's wrong?"
She took a deep breath. "I think Kit is from the future." Max looked at her in disbelief.
"How could she be? She would have had to travel in time! Time travel isn't possible!!!" The look on Liz's face stopped him right there. "Liz, what do you know that I don't?"
"Time travel is possible," she whispered. "I know it for a fact."
"How do you know?" Max goaded.
"You from the future came to visit me when we were juniors."
A look of realization came over his face. "That's why you broke up with me and pushed me towards Tess isn't it? What did he, I, tell you?"
"I can't tell you Max. It's in the past. It doesn't matter anymore," Liz said, trying to evade the question.
"Yes it does, Liz. What he told you convinced you to leave me. It took you away from me, Liz. So, yes, it is important."
"Max," she said, her voice full of emotion. "I really don't want to do this right now. I can't tell you what he told me. Yes, it was important and yes, it was life-altering, but I can't tell you. If I do, it will all be from nothing. All the pain it put us both through will be from nothing. So, please, please don't ask me about it anymore. When it's safe I will tell you what he told me, but until then, leave it be," she said. Then she picked up a jacket, ironically one of his, and left.
She wandered around near the apartments for a while before calming down enough to return. What she saw when she opened the door made her breath hitch. Max had fallen asleep on the bed with Kit beside him curled under one of his arms. Her head was resting on his chest and she had a contented smile on her face. Liz looked at Max more closely. It was hard to miss the fact that he had discarded his shirt, but upon the closer inspection she found that he too was smiling. They looked so cute that Liz hated to wake Max, but they had to finish their earlier discussion. She went quietly to the edge of the bed. She reached out her hand and tried to rouse the sleeping, and incredibly hot, Max. Having no luck with that method, she decided to try a new approach. She bent over and kissed him soundly on the lips. This had more success than before, but he wasn't quite awake yet so she did the only sensible thing: she kissed him again. Max quickly retuned it and before either of them knew what was happening, they were engaged in a heated make out session. It was Max who stopped them. He pulled back amazed they hadn't woken Kit who was sleeping less than a foot away. He sat up pulling Liz up with him.
"We need to talk," Max said softly. Liz nodded and pulled Max up and out of bed only to discover that he was only wearing boxers. She raised her eyebrows.
"Is this what you usually wear to sleep in?" she questioned.
Max was looking slightly embarrassed. "Umm, yea, most of the time," he muttered.
"Well then, I'll have to stay here more often," Liz responded. If Max had looked embarrassed before, then he looked positively mortified now. Liz noted that and handed him his pants and t-shirt before turning and leaving the room. Max shook his head.
Liz was in hysterical laughter by the time she reached the living room. When Max finally came out, he was greeted by Liz wrapping her arms around his neck. Needless to say he was rather surprised, but he wasn't going to complain. Instead he placed his arms around her waist. They stood there like that for several minutes before Liz surprised them both by kissing him soundly on the lips. It took Max a moment to process what was going on and when he did, he returned the kiss wholeheartedly. After a minute or two, they ran out of air and were forced to end the kiss. Liz couldn't bear to break contact completely so she rested he head on his shoulder. "You really shouldn't let Kit see you without a shirt you know," she said, completely serious.
"And why not?" Max asked, taken back.
"If she sees you, she'll be ruined. If I had seen a hottie like you when I was her age, well, I wouldn't have had nearly as many boyfriends," she laughed.
"And how many boyfriends have you had?" he questioned.
"Just two," she replied. "And one soul mate." Max pulled back a little and looked at her with only adoration and love in his eyes before pulling her back to him. Suddenly Max got and idea.
"I'll be right back" he said. He ran back into the bedroom and grabbed a CD then ran back out. Max placed the CD in the machine and turned to it number four. As the first strains of the song floated throughout the room, Max moved back over to Liz. "Would you like to dance?" she asked.
"I'd have to be a fool not to," she replied. They moved slowly, just in a side-to-side eighth grade manner of dance. It was simple, but it was enough for them.
You light me up and then I fall for you.
You lay me down and then I call for you.
Stumbling on reasons that are far and few
I let it all come down and then sung for you.
Pretty baby, don't you leave me
I have been saving smiles for you.
Pretty baby, why can't you see?
You're the one that I belong to.
I'll be the embrace that keeps you warm
You're the sun that breaks the storm
I'll be all right and I'll sleep sound
As long as you keep coming 'round.
Oh pretty baby.
And I know things can't last forever
But there are lessons that you'll never learn.
Oh just the scent of you, it makes me hurt.
So havin' your love makes me better. Oh
Pretty baby, don't you leave me
I have been saving smiles for you.
Pretty baby, why can't you see?
You're the one that I belong to.
I'll be the embrace that keeps you warm
You're the sun that breaks the storm
I'll be all right and I'll sleep sound
As long as you keep coming
Can you hold me?
And never let go
When you touch me
And it's me that you own.
Pretty baby,
oh the place that you hold in my heart.
Would you break it apart? Again
Oh pretty baby
Pretty baby, don't you leave me
I have been saving smiles for you.
Pretty baby, why can't you see?
You're the one that I belong to.
I'll be the embrace that keeps you warm
You're the sun that breaks the storm
I'll be all right and I'll sleep sound
As long as you keep coming 'round.
Pretty baby, why can't you see?
Pretty baby, don't you leave me.
Pretty baby, why can't you see?
Pretty baby, don't you leave me.
Pretty baby. My pretty baby
My pretty baby, don't you leave me
When the song was over, Max was rewarded with another long kiss. Then another. Then they were interrupted by a small voice. "Liz? Are you going to marry Max?"
Liz looked slightly embarrassed by the question but Max just got down on one knee and opened a small box. When Liz turned to look at what he was doing, she almost fell over. "Well?" has asked.
"Oh my god," Liz choked out. "Max." She looked like she couldn't get a grasp of the English language. "Well I- I mean- but what about-" she took a deep breath. "Yes."
A/N: Well, that is not what I planned to come out of this chapter. Actually, I don't know how I wanted this chapter to end, but this is as good of an ending as we're gonna get. I am so sorry I haven't updated inn so long but my teachers have been giving evil amounts of homework and I've had two performances this week. I'll try to get the next chapter out soon, preferably before I start summer break (18 days and counting). Once we get to summer I'll hopefully be able to get theses chapters out faster.
Lauren Elizabeth
Title: Here With Me
Disclaimer: I own nothing except the love of the show and song(s). I think we all know whom the show and characters belong to and the song, Pretty Baby, is by Vanessa Carlton.
A/N: I have a very bad case of writers block. I know what I want to happen, but it's not coming out right. Well, it's not coming out at all actually. May I just say thank god for chocolate ice cream and lots of time. Thanks to Katie and Lizzy who are keeping me writing because they know that I know if I leave this hanging, they'll kill me. I also appreciate all the people who review my stories and boost my ego by doing so. Also, I know the last chapter was kinda confusing and I'm going to try and clarify some of it here. Wish me luck…
Surprises of the Good Kind
After seeing into each other's souls, the two laid back down and with Kit in the middle fell asleep. This time, it was Liz who awoke first. She could hear a violent thunderstorm raging outside. She couldn't help but feel relieved. She had always loved thunderstorms. Even as a child she had gone to sit out on a bench under the overhang at the front of the Crashdown. So it was only natural to get up and go outside. She moved quietly as not to wake the sleeping beauties and slipped outside. Once outside, Liz just stood with her arms wrapped around her and a smile on her face as she felt the strong winds blow about her and the scent of wet pavement.
Finally, once the storm was over, she slipped inside only to find Max in the kitchen making pancakes with Kit covered in flour directing him. "Liz! Look what Max and I are doing!! We're making pancakes!!"
Liz felt happiness surge through her at the look on her face. 'Can we say Kodak moment?' she thought. The 4-year-old was covered head-to-foot with flour, around her mouth was a milk mustache from the glass of milk she had on the counter in front of her, arms thrown in the air in a surprisingly Maria-like gesture and a huge smile on her face. Liz wondered then if that's how mothers felt about their own children. It was a mix of joy, pride and a sense of fulfillment. Just from the look on Max's face Liz could tell he felt the exact same way despite knowing the child a few mere hours. "I see," Liz replied. "And don't they look good. She said, grabbing a plate and a pancake. Before she could take a bite, a huge clap of thunder shook the building. Kit froze. She was afraid of thunderstorms beyond anything else. Max obviously sensed this because he took action.
"Hey, I have an idea. Why don't we all go jump back into bed while we wait out this thunderstorm? We can hide under the covers and I, being a manly man, will protect the both of you." He flexed for emphasis then strutted around the room. Even Kit was laughing. Liz had forgotten how good it felt to laugh like this. The past few months had been a too hard. She had to support herself and a child on the salary of a waitress. Needless to say, it was rather tight. Another clap of thunder shook the building as Liz shrieked playfully only to be grabbed up by Max. Not that she was complaining, as he carried her into the bedroom, but it really should have been Kit he grabbed. As it was, Kit followed them into the room laughing, not noticing how they had gotten lost in each other's eyes again.
By the next boom of thunder, all three were huddled under the covers and ready for it. Kit felt the most safe she had in a long time due to comforting arms that she was encased with. They stayed there until the storm was over; Liz then declared that she had some major shopping to do. "With all these bags?" Max joked.
"What do you mean by that?" Liz asked, faking indigence.
"Ah, exactly what it sounded like I meant," Max replied while snaking out an arm and tickling her. Liz shrieked while Kit and Max laughed. They truly looked like a family.
~~~
Liz somehow managed to drag both Max and Kit to the mall with her, saying something about how Max needed a new wardrobe. They were almost ready to leave when they passed by a lotion stand. Actually, they passed by and then were pulled back to it by Liz. Max looked rather traumatized by that point. He was carrying one too many bags and a very empty wallet. He was ready to leave the mall, or as he saw it, the place of evil. Needless to say, when Liz stopped, he was rather annoyed. Liz picked up a bottle and upon examining the scent, opened up the lid and proceeded to smell it. Her plan was kind of foiled when much to her dismay and Max's amusement, she squirted the lotion right up her nose. (For the record, that was hilarious, Katie) Max was trying very hard to contain his laughter, a task that was proving to be more and more difficult as Liz tried remove the lotion from her nose without attracting anymore attention than her small yelp and Max's laughing had. Giving up, she excused herself to the bathroom. Once she was gone, Max joined Kit in laughing openly.
When Liz came back a few minutes later, everyone was having problem keeping his or her composure. As they left the stand, they attracted many a questioning look that only served to make them laugh harder. It was a good five minutes later that they stopped laughing. By then it was getting late and Kit was looking like she might fall asleep on her feet so they gave up and left.
Kit was asleep by the time they reached home so Max and Liz had some time to talk. "Max, I'm still confused about what you told me about your vision on Antar," Liz said hesitantly.
Max looked at her and saw how much this was bugging her. He sighed. "I saw us in the future. We had a little girl who looked exactly like you."
"Do you think that Kit could be that little girl?" she asked, then reprehended herself. "What am I saying? That would mean she's from the future, and she would have had to come back in time, and that's not possible-" she stopped abruptly. Max was now completely confused.
"Liz?" She looked pale, as if she had just seen a ghost. "Liz, what's wrong?"
She took a deep breath. "I think Kit is from the future." Max looked at her in disbelief.
"How could she be? She would have had to travel in time! Time travel isn't possible!!!" The look on Liz's face stopped him right there. "Liz, what do you know that I don't?"
"Time travel is possible," she whispered. "I know it for a fact."
"How do you know?" Max goaded.
"You from the future came to visit me when we were juniors."
A look of realization came over his face. "That's why you broke up with me and pushed me towards Tess isn't it? What did he, I, tell you?"
"I can't tell you Max. It's in the past. It doesn't matter anymore," Liz said, trying to evade the question.
"Yes it does, Liz. What he told you convinced you to leave me. It took you away from me, Liz. So, yes, it is important."
"Max," she said, her voice full of emotion. "I really don't want to do this right now. I can't tell you what he told me. Yes, it was important and yes, it was life-altering, but I can't tell you. If I do, it will all be from nothing. All the pain it put us both through will be from nothing. So, please, please don't ask me about it anymore. When it's safe I will tell you what he told me, but until then, leave it be," she said. Then she picked up a jacket, ironically one of his, and left.
She wandered around near the apartments for a while before calming down enough to return. What she saw when she opened the door made her breath hitch. Max had fallen asleep on the bed with Kit beside him curled under one of his arms. Her head was resting on his chest and she had a contented smile on her face. Liz looked at Max more closely. It was hard to miss the fact that he had discarded his shirt, but upon the closer inspection she found that he too was smiling. They looked so cute that Liz hated to wake Max, but they had to finish their earlier discussion. She went quietly to the edge of the bed. She reached out her hand and tried to rouse the sleeping, and incredibly hot, Max. Having no luck with that method, she decided to try a new approach. She bent over and kissed him soundly on the lips. This had more success than before, but he wasn't quite awake yet so she did the only sensible thing: she kissed him again. Max quickly retuned it and before either of them knew what was happening, they were engaged in a heated make out session. It was Max who stopped them. He pulled back amazed they hadn't woken Kit who was sleeping less than a foot away. He sat up pulling Liz up with him.
"We need to talk," Max said softly. Liz nodded and pulled Max up and out of bed only to discover that he was only wearing boxers. She raised her eyebrows.
"Is this what you usually wear to sleep in?" she questioned.
Max was looking slightly embarrassed. "Umm, yea, most of the time," he muttered.
"Well then, I'll have to stay here more often," Liz responded. If Max had looked embarrassed before, then he looked positively mortified now. Liz noted that and handed him his pants and t-shirt before turning and leaving the room. Max shook his head.
Liz was in hysterical laughter by the time she reached the living room. When Max finally came out, he was greeted by Liz wrapping her arms around his neck. Needless to say he was rather surprised, but he wasn't going to complain. Instead he placed his arms around her waist. They stood there like that for several minutes before Liz surprised them both by kissing him soundly on the lips. It took Max a moment to process what was going on and when he did, he returned the kiss wholeheartedly. After a minute or two, they ran out of air and were forced to end the kiss. Liz couldn't bear to break contact completely so she rested he head on his shoulder. "You really shouldn't let Kit see you without a shirt you know," she said, completely serious.
"And why not?" Max asked, taken back.
"If she sees you, she'll be ruined. If I had seen a hottie like you when I was her age, well, I wouldn't have had nearly as many boyfriends," she laughed.
"And how many boyfriends have you had?" he questioned.
"Just two," she replied. "And one soul mate." Max pulled back a little and looked at her with only adoration and love in his eyes before pulling her back to him. Suddenly Max got and idea.
"I'll be right back" he said. He ran back into the bedroom and grabbed a CD then ran back out. Max placed the CD in the machine and turned to it number four. As the first strains of the song floated throughout the room, Max moved back over to Liz. "Would you like to dance?" she asked.
"I'd have to be a fool not to," she replied. They moved slowly, just in a side-to-side eighth grade manner of dance. It was simple, but it was enough for them.
You light me up and then I fall for you.
You lay me down and then I call for you.
Stumbling on reasons that are far and few
I let it all come down and then sung for you.
Pretty baby, don't you leave me
I have been saving smiles for you.
Pretty baby, why can't you see?
You're the one that I belong to.
I'll be the embrace that keeps you warm
You're the sun that breaks the storm
I'll be all right and I'll sleep sound
As long as you keep coming 'round.
Oh pretty baby.
And I know things can't last forever
But there are lessons that you'll never learn.
Oh just the scent of you, it makes me hurt.
So havin' your love makes me better. Oh
Pretty baby, don't you leave me
I have been saving smiles for you.
Pretty baby, why can't you see?
You're the one that I belong to.
I'll be the embrace that keeps you warm
You're the sun that breaks the storm
I'll be all right and I'll sleep sound
As long as you keep coming
Can you hold me?
And never let go
When you touch me
And it's me that you own.
Pretty baby,
oh the place that you hold in my heart.
Would you break it apart? Again
Oh pretty baby
Pretty baby, don't you leave me
I have been saving smiles for you.
Pretty baby, why can't you see?
You're the one that I belong to.
I'll be the embrace that keeps you warm
You're the sun that breaks the storm
I'll be all right and I'll sleep sound
As long as you keep coming 'round.
Pretty baby, why can't you see?
Pretty baby, don't you leave me.
Pretty baby, why can't you see?
Pretty baby, don't you leave me.
Pretty baby. My pretty baby
My pretty baby, don't you leave me
When the song was over, Max was rewarded with another long kiss. Then another. Then they were interrupted by a small voice. "Liz? Are you going to marry Max?"
Liz looked slightly embarrassed by the question but Max just got down on one knee and opened a small box. When Liz turned to look at what he was doing, she almost fell over. "Well?" has asked.
"Oh my god," Liz choked out. "Max." She looked like she couldn't get a grasp of the English language. "Well I- I mean- but what about-" she took a deep breath. "Yes."
A/N: Well, that is not what I planned to come out of this chapter. Actually, I don't know how I wanted this chapter to end, but this is as good of an ending as we're gonna get. I am so sorry I haven't updated inn so long but my teachers have been giving evil amounts of homework and I've had two performances this week. I'll try to get the next chapter out soon, preferably before I start summer break (18 days and counting). Once we get to summer I'll hopefully be able to get theses chapters out faster.
Lauren Elizabeth