A/N: aiight folks... let's recap: Max finds out that Logan's collapsed and that he was looking for a doctor in Roswell to help him.. back in Roswell.. the pod squad meets up w/ Kivar and are brutally killed... Liz, who left Roswell after high school suddenly awakens with a horrible feeling that something evil has happened. she goes back, finds their bodies and that's when Max and Logan arrive.. there's a whole thingy w/ them finding out that Max's tranfusion is killing Logan and they end up at the granolith to change the past... that's when Logan dies... so now.. here we are with Max transported back... (phew.. long summary)
anywho.. it's been brought to my attention that this story is really morbid w/ all the death and stuff.. but believe me... this morbidness will be corrected... (eventually) heh heh... and btw... i don't own roswell, dark angel or anything else in this story for that matter. but you're all smart ppl and i don't think that i had to tell you that for you to realize that... (but i guess it's a must that i write that)
A/N2: since Max is finally in Roswell and MAX (evans) is alive just reminding you wonderful ppl that Max=Max Guevara and MAX=Max Evans.. k? if i made a boo boo and mixed it up somewhere. just let me know.. don't bite my head or anything, tho.
a SPECIAL thanx to those who've been following this fic and have so much faith in me... you guys ROCK!
newho... me babbled enuff.. on with the story... :)
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Max felt the world around her fade slowly and a bright light caused her to shut her eyes. "What the...?" She cried. And then the light was gone. She opened her eyes and rubbed them. Looking around her, she saw no sign of Logan or Liz. She was still in the cave, that was for sure. "Hello? Liz?...." She walked around cautiously. "I guess that thing worked after all." She walked out of the cave and suddenly noticed she had a problem. Dang it! I'm in the middle of the desert. How on earth do I get outta here? She closed her eyes and focussed. Okay. Liz was going south on the road and that was for about 15-20 minutes and she was driving at... Max's brain was digging through her memory to figure out her way back to Roswell.
She turned in the direction where she knew the highway was. Who knows, maybe I can hitch a ride. She thought to herself. Walking along the desert with the sun beating down on her was not her idea of fun. But then she remember why she was doing this. The only reason why she would agree to such a crazy idea was because it was all for Logan. This could be her only hope to save him. Remembering his last words before his crystal blue eyes went lifeless, "I ... love... you..." Max could feel her eyes starting to sting. No. I'm not going to cry. I've done enough of that already. I need to get my head in the game. Logan is counting on me. Liz... is counting on me. She wiped the sweat forming on her brow and continued to head towards her destination.... Roswell.
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"You have got to be kidding me! You can't possibly believe that the Backstreet Boys are better than N Sync. That's just so wrong!"
"No way, the Backstreet Boys are much more mature."
"You're insane. N Sync can sing better."
"Will you two shut up???" Isabel had been sitting in the jeep the past half an hour listening to MAX and Michael argue over which was the better boy band. She rolled her eyes. God, they could be such children at times. Then she smiled. "And by the way, Michael's right. N Sync is better." MAX's mouth dropped wide open.
"My own sister is siding with Michael instead??? What's the world coming to???" They all started to break out in laughter. Isabel smiled, thinking of how good it was to hear MAX laugh again.
"I can't wait to get back home... where it's air conditioned. This heatwave is torturous." Isabel fanned herself with her hand.
MAX suddenly frowned. "I'm sorry. It's my fault we're out here."
Looking up Isabel gently touched her brother's shoulder. "That's not what I meant. I'm just glad we were able to convince you to leave your room. You've been hiding in it like a hermit ever since...." She suddenly stopped herself. "Oh MAX, I'm sorry for bringing it up..." Michael gave her a "way to blow it, Iz" look. MAX just shrugged trying to push back the painful image of Liz in bed with Kyle away from his head.
Suddenly, Michael spotted something in the road up ahead. "Hey what's that?" He pointed to the black blur in the middle of the road. The closer they got, the clearer the image became. It was a girl walking in the direction of Roswell.
"What are you doing, MAX????"
"Isabel's right. You can't stop for a stranger. Who knows who they could be..."
"Look, for some strange reason I feel that I have to do this. Besides, this weather is too hot for anyone to be out in the sun too long."
Max was feeling faint, even for a genetically enhanced killing machine as herself, the heat was starting to get to her. She didn't even hear the jeep pulling up beside her. "Excuse me. We were wondering if you wanted a lift. We're on our way back to Roswell." Max's head shot up and she saw three people who looked approximately same age as her. Her Manticore instincts were set on overdrive. She studied them carefully. The guy who spoke had these soulful eyes and looked harmless enough. Then there was the girl. Her hair perfect, not one single strand out of place. She looked like ... well... a supermodel. She turned her attention to the back seat. That was when she saw the spiky hair and gasped. An image of Logan popped into her head and suddenly she didn't feel like she could stand up. Okay, girl, get a grip on yourself. After deciding she didn't want to walk anymore in the heat she smiled, "Sure. Thanks."
"I'm MAX, that's my sister Isabel and that's Michael."
"Hey what a coincidence. My name is Max too. And thanks again for the ride. The weather was starting to get to me."
"Yah, I was wondering about that. What were you doing in the middle of the desert?" Isabel looked at the stranger curiously.
Uh oh. Warning warning. Danger. The flags went up in Max's head. "I was with my boyfriend when the pig suddenly attacked me. I kicked his butt and then the jerk rode off, leaving me in the desert." Max lied hoping that they would believe her.
Isabel's eyes widened. "Omigosh. Are you okay? MAX, we should report him to the sheriff."
"Look, it's no big dealio... please just forget I said anything." Max was worried that her little fib was going to blow up in her face. Isabel saw the scared look in Max's eyes and decided to drop the subject.
As they were nearing Roswell, MAX asked, "So what exactly are you planning to do in Roswell? Not much of a town if you ask me."
Max thought for a moment. She had to find Liz. Well.. the old Liz. "Actually I'm looking for a friend. Liz Parker."
MAX's mouth suddenly went dry. Max being the genetically enhanced being that she was, was able to pick up the slight change in MAX. "Um... do you know her?" MAX remained silent. This made Max suddenly uncomfortable.
Isabel broke the silence. "Yah. Actually she's a friend." Max breathed a sigh of relief as she saw the similar sign she had passed on the highway about a couple of hours ago that read: "Welcome to Roswell" This was it. Either this plan was going to work out and she would be back with Logan... or the plan would fail miserably.
TBC...
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**wow... i do stretch out my stories... it seems to be dragging on and on and on.... :( hmm... well... hopefully i can finish this story soon.. cuz i've been dying to write an add-on to "The day we first met" haha.. shameless self plug... :) if you've got the time... read that story plz... :) oh.. and btw... if they're any bsb fans.. i mean you no harm. plz don't hurt me... :) **
anywho.. it's been brought to my attention that this story is really morbid w/ all the death and stuff.. but believe me... this morbidness will be corrected... (eventually) heh heh... and btw... i don't own roswell, dark angel or anything else in this story for that matter. but you're all smart ppl and i don't think that i had to tell you that for you to realize that... (but i guess it's a must that i write that)
A/N2: since Max is finally in Roswell and MAX (evans) is alive just reminding you wonderful ppl that Max=Max Guevara and MAX=Max Evans.. k? if i made a boo boo and mixed it up somewhere. just let me know.. don't bite my head or anything, tho.
a SPECIAL thanx to those who've been following this fic and have so much faith in me... you guys ROCK!
newho... me babbled enuff.. on with the story... :)
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Max felt the world around her fade slowly and a bright light caused her to shut her eyes. "What the...?" She cried. And then the light was gone. She opened her eyes and rubbed them. Looking around her, she saw no sign of Logan or Liz. She was still in the cave, that was for sure. "Hello? Liz?...." She walked around cautiously. "I guess that thing worked after all." She walked out of the cave and suddenly noticed she had a problem. Dang it! I'm in the middle of the desert. How on earth do I get outta here? She closed her eyes and focussed. Okay. Liz was going south on the road and that was for about 15-20 minutes and she was driving at... Max's brain was digging through her memory to figure out her way back to Roswell.
She turned in the direction where she knew the highway was. Who knows, maybe I can hitch a ride. She thought to herself. Walking along the desert with the sun beating down on her was not her idea of fun. But then she remember why she was doing this. The only reason why she would agree to such a crazy idea was because it was all for Logan. This could be her only hope to save him. Remembering his last words before his crystal blue eyes went lifeless, "I ... love... you..." Max could feel her eyes starting to sting. No. I'm not going to cry. I've done enough of that already. I need to get my head in the game. Logan is counting on me. Liz... is counting on me. She wiped the sweat forming on her brow and continued to head towards her destination.... Roswell.
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"You have got to be kidding me! You can't possibly believe that the Backstreet Boys are better than N Sync. That's just so wrong!"
"No way, the Backstreet Boys are much more mature."
"You're insane. N Sync can sing better."
"Will you two shut up???" Isabel had been sitting in the jeep the past half an hour listening to MAX and Michael argue over which was the better boy band. She rolled her eyes. God, they could be such children at times. Then she smiled. "And by the way, Michael's right. N Sync is better." MAX's mouth dropped wide open.
"My own sister is siding with Michael instead??? What's the world coming to???" They all started to break out in laughter. Isabel smiled, thinking of how good it was to hear MAX laugh again.
"I can't wait to get back home... where it's air conditioned. This heatwave is torturous." Isabel fanned herself with her hand.
MAX suddenly frowned. "I'm sorry. It's my fault we're out here."
Looking up Isabel gently touched her brother's shoulder. "That's not what I meant. I'm just glad we were able to convince you to leave your room. You've been hiding in it like a hermit ever since...." She suddenly stopped herself. "Oh MAX, I'm sorry for bringing it up..." Michael gave her a "way to blow it, Iz" look. MAX just shrugged trying to push back the painful image of Liz in bed with Kyle away from his head.
Suddenly, Michael spotted something in the road up ahead. "Hey what's that?" He pointed to the black blur in the middle of the road. The closer they got, the clearer the image became. It was a girl walking in the direction of Roswell.
"What are you doing, MAX????"
"Isabel's right. You can't stop for a stranger. Who knows who they could be..."
"Look, for some strange reason I feel that I have to do this. Besides, this weather is too hot for anyone to be out in the sun too long."
Max was feeling faint, even for a genetically enhanced killing machine as herself, the heat was starting to get to her. She didn't even hear the jeep pulling up beside her. "Excuse me. We were wondering if you wanted a lift. We're on our way back to Roswell." Max's head shot up and she saw three people who looked approximately same age as her. Her Manticore instincts were set on overdrive. She studied them carefully. The guy who spoke had these soulful eyes and looked harmless enough. Then there was the girl. Her hair perfect, not one single strand out of place. She looked like ... well... a supermodel. She turned her attention to the back seat. That was when she saw the spiky hair and gasped. An image of Logan popped into her head and suddenly she didn't feel like she could stand up. Okay, girl, get a grip on yourself. After deciding she didn't want to walk anymore in the heat she smiled, "Sure. Thanks."
"I'm MAX, that's my sister Isabel and that's Michael."
"Hey what a coincidence. My name is Max too. And thanks again for the ride. The weather was starting to get to me."
"Yah, I was wondering about that. What were you doing in the middle of the desert?" Isabel looked at the stranger curiously.
Uh oh. Warning warning. Danger. The flags went up in Max's head. "I was with my boyfriend when the pig suddenly attacked me. I kicked his butt and then the jerk rode off, leaving me in the desert." Max lied hoping that they would believe her.
Isabel's eyes widened. "Omigosh. Are you okay? MAX, we should report him to the sheriff."
"Look, it's no big dealio... please just forget I said anything." Max was worried that her little fib was going to blow up in her face. Isabel saw the scared look in Max's eyes and decided to drop the subject.
As they were nearing Roswell, MAX asked, "So what exactly are you planning to do in Roswell? Not much of a town if you ask me."
Max thought for a moment. She had to find Liz. Well.. the old Liz. "Actually I'm looking for a friend. Liz Parker."
MAX's mouth suddenly went dry. Max being the genetically enhanced being that she was, was able to pick up the slight change in MAX. "Um... do you know her?" MAX remained silent. This made Max suddenly uncomfortable.
Isabel broke the silence. "Yah. Actually she's a friend." Max breathed a sigh of relief as she saw the similar sign she had passed on the highway about a couple of hours ago that read: "Welcome to Roswell" This was it. Either this plan was going to work out and she would be back with Logan... or the plan would fail miserably.
TBC...
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**wow... i do stretch out my stories... it seems to be dragging on and on and on.... :( hmm... well... hopefully i can finish this story soon.. cuz i've been dying to write an add-on to "The day we first met" haha.. shameless self plug... :) if you've got the time... read that story plz... :) oh.. and btw... if they're any bsb fans.. i mean you no harm. plz don't hurt me... :) **