Title: Crash Part Ten
Author: Marie a.k.a. Lovesbitch
Email: Lovesbitch84@yahoo.com
Rating: PG-13/Rish (might change later)
Summary: AU, Mi/L, Liz POV
Disclaimer: I do not own Rosewell, I have no money so there's no point suing.
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Feedback: Listening to the voices in your head and send feedback like a good reader
Authors Note: This is my first attempt at writing a Rosewell fanfic and I would adore feedback.
I'm one of them.
That's bullshit.
I'm human, I'm normal and I belong in New York City with people like me.
I am not an alien.
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"What?" I demanded.
"You're the one we lost," Michael said.
"I have no idea what you're talking about," I said, backing towards the door. "I'm not an alien, I'm human."
"Liz, try to understand," Max begged.
"No I won't try to understand because this is crazy!" I said. "I'm leaving."
"Liz," Michael said, grabbing my arm.
"Let her go, Michael," Iz said, from the couch. "We can't make her believe us."
"Iz, you're not helping," Max said, turning to face her.
"What, if the bitch doesn't want to believe the truth than that's her fault," Iz said, standing up. "She can live in her little land of denial for as long as she wants. We've made it eleven years without her, we don't need her now."
"Iz, she could be the key we've been looking for," Michael snapped.
"I'm not some fucking key, ok? Leave me alone!" I screamed, breaking from Michael's grasp and running out the door.
"Liz!" Michael yelled, after me but I just kept running. I didn't want to believe this, I mean, it was obviously a lie. It had to be.
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Remember when I told you that denial was a very powerful thing. I think it was when we first met, when I was telling you about my dreams of a perfect future and shit like that.
Here's another example, wanting to believe that you're normal, that everything around you is still the truth, and that the little voice in the back of your head, the one telling you that maybe they're right, maybe you are one of them, is lying.
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I spent the rest of the night walking around my room trying to convince myself that they were wrong, that I was human.
But I couldn't.
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"Hi," I heard Max say, and I opened my eyes to see him through a cloud of cigarette smoke, climbing up onto my balcony.
"What?" I asked.
"Will you please just listen?" Max asked, sitting down in a **I would say one of the cheap lawn charis my parents had put on the balcony.
"No," I answered, coldly.
"God, why are you so against this?" Max demanded.
"Because it's shit," I said.
"Then it won't hurt to listen," Max suggested.
"Will it get you to go away?" I asked.
"Yeah," Max answered.
"Fine," I agreed, and Max smiled. "Talk."
"Well, we don't know very much about where we come from," Max started.
"That reminds me, if I'm one of you, then why don't I know any of this and you do," I asked, half mockingly.
"Because you haven't been around us," Max answered, as if that explained everything.
"So, basically, you haven't driven me to the point of insanity?" I asked.
"No," Max answered, ignoring my sarcasm. "The only reason we know that we're aliens is because of the flashes."
"Like the one I had with Michael," I asked.
"Yeah," Max said. "But they're not all caused by kissing. Anything that involves high levels of passion involving the four of us can trigger memories of our life before we came to earth."
"But I was 13 in the flash," I stated. "I was on earth when I was 13."
"Will you just let me explain," Max asked. "It would make everything a lot simpler."
"Fine," I hissed.
"Thank you," Max said, and I held back a laugh. "All we know about our life on our home planet is that we were the royal four."
"Royal four? God, I keep hearing that. What the hell does it mean?" I interrupted.
"From what we can figure out it means that we were going to be the ruling four," Max explained.
"You mean, like kings and queens?" I asked.
"Basically," Max said. "As I was saying, there was a war when we were about eighteen and we were sent to Earth. We were supposed to stay here until the war was over and then return home when it was safe."
"Ok, that makes no sense, we're seventeen," I said.
"I know," Max said. "That's what we can't figure out."
"All right, that's really going to help you convince me," I said.
"All we know about what happened after the crash was that we came out of the pods in some rock at the crashsite." Max said, ignoring me.
"Then where the hell was I?" I demanded.
"We didn't know," Max said, looking down. "When we came out of the pods, yours was empty."
"Once again, not helping your side of this argument." I said.
"For years we were sure you somehow came out of your pod before we did and you got picked up by some family and you were alive somewhere," Max said, still not looking at me. "When we got older, we realized you mostly likely had died somewhere in the desert, even though we never said it out loud. We never thought we would find you."
"But here I am, or so you say," I said, throwing my cigarette off the roof. "This talk has really opened my mind. I remember everything, I am one of you," I said, coldy.
"God, Iz was right about you," Max said, getting up from the chair. "Stay in your delusional world as long as you want."
"Stop," I said, as Max started climbing down the ladder.
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Ok, maybe I was starting to believe him.
Just a little.
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"Why don't I have powers like you?" I asked.
"Because you haven't learned how to use them yet," Max explained.
"How did you learn?" I asked.
"Flashes," Max said, coolly.
"Oh," I answered, looking up into the sky. What could be my true home. "Do you really believe I'm the fourth?"
"Yeah," Max said, staring at me.
"How can you be so sure?" I asked.
"To start with, you had a flash, no one other than the three of us have ever had one," Max started. "Also, when we were six we were found in the desert the same way you were with no memory of the previous six years."
"Maybe my mom heard about the three of you and thought it would be a good time to ditch me in the desert without calling too much attention to herself." I said.
"You really don't believe that, do you?" Max asked
"I'm not sure what I believe anymore," I said.
"You were to be wife," Max finally said.
"What?" I said, my attention caught.
"We were engaged, before we came here. So were Iz and Michael, but they were never in love," Max explained.
"Then why were they engaged?" I asked.
"The prophecy that told of the royal four said you and I were to be married, along with Iz and Michael," Max said.
"And us?" I asked.
"We were different," Max said, smiling.
"Give me time to think," I said, and Max nodded and climbed down the ladder.
I leaned against the brick wall and closed my eyes. Maybe they were right. Maybe my entire life had been a lie.
I heard Max climb back onto the balcony.
"Max, I told you I needed time," I said, opening my eyes.
"Michael," I whispered, as he stood in front of me.
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So, Max and I had been in love and even engaged.
But if that was true, then why did I kiss Michael?