A/N: Hi everyone, I had this flash of insight, I know everyone is wondering why Liz is being so insistant to keep Max away from her. So hopefully this will help explain a little.

Not sure when I will get the next part up, I have an idea and will try to get it typed up soon. On top of the writer's block and all that, now I am moving again within the month and have to get everything packed and such. But I will try to keep this going now that I have started again.

Also, not sure if anyone is reading my profile, but if not, I have started a mailing list so people can be notified when I update. If you would like to be on it, let me know. Send me an e-mail, or just tell me in your review and give me your e-mail address.

Well, I think I spent long enough on this.

Also, I do not own Harry Potter (J.K. Rowlings does) nor do I own Bob Ross or PBS. They belong to themselves I believe.

Anyway, on with the story

Carebear

Chapter 10
Liz sighed softly as she sat down in her favorite chair. It had been a week since Alex Jr. had been born, or Lex as she thought of him. He had no hair when he was born, and had reminded her of Lex Luther from Superman immediately. No one else had caught on to the nickname when they had called looking for her. She smiled as she thought of what Alex would think of it.

She sighed again as she thought of her best friend. After she had left when she told Max she would rather die than have him heal her, she hadn't wanted to face anyone with them knowing she was sick. So she had come back. Another one of those fun 'gifts' Max had given her. She smirked as she thought of powers she had that they didn't, such as being able to... well, the closest way she could describe it was to apparate, the thing in those Harry Potter books. She could think of home, and be there seconds later, one of her favorite gifts. Which came in handy when she wasn't feeling very well.

She knew she had shocked the hell out them when she admitted she had powers, of course she hadn't told them all her powers. Besides being able to 'apparate' for lack of a better term, heal, create a shield, and blow things up, as her poor dinner had learned. She could also dreamwalk to a small existent, and could mindwarp to an even smaller existent. But her favorite power was being able to control various inanament objects at once and make then do things. Wash dishes without being in the room, vacume, cook, and paint. She had taken up painting after watching Bob Ross on PBS. It helped her relax, and that was something she certainly needed with trying to find a cure for Hep C.

She sighed once more as she thought about the work waiting for her up in one of the spare bedrooms. She still hadn't found the right vaccine.

"And I'm running out of time." she spoke to the room.

The collapse in Roswell proved that she was running out of time. She should have been able to heal Iz with Tess' help with no problem. Yes Tess would have probably still passed out, as her body wasn't prepared for the connection, but she shouldn't have. But she couldn't, all she had been able to do was restart Isabel's heart, Max had to do the rest.

She stood up as she thought of Max. She didn't want to think about him, not now. It hurt too much to think about him and what they once had, what they had lost because he couldn't get over his jealousy. He should have been able to trust her, he should have known better after everything they had been through as teenagers.

But he hadn't been able to. He couldn't trust her when she promised her heart to him. She had only kept one thing from him during the years in Boston, her illness. But that had only been because he had been acting as he was. She had even told him the truth about her and Kyle. She had wanted him to know that she was waiting for him, for their wedding night. Luckily, they had never broken that promise, or he too could be in this position, fighting death everyday.

Even their battle against Kivar hadn't been as hard as dying like this. Everyday she felt the lack of his presence, like a part of her was missing. But the things he had done... She couldn't risk it again, she couldn't risk trusting her heart to him again. She couldn't handle it being broken again. She was just now starting to get it pieced back together.

That's why she wouldn't let him help. If he got back into her mind, he would know that she longed for him. And she couldn't allow that, because then he would want to get back together, and she just could not risk that.

Shaking her head she shook herself out of those thoughts before she opened the floodgates even more. She had everything carefully locked away, and was not about to let it get to her. She couldn't handle letting herself remember everything, she needed to keep her mind focused, and her heart in it's carefully created shield.

Out of nowhere she felt the familiar tingles. Without thinking she reached out and grabbed the mantle as her knees gave out and wave after wave of dizziness swept over her.

Not now. She didn't have time for this. But her body disagreed with her, and she mentally sighed in regret as the darkness overtook her, the ever more common darkness.