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Chapter 7:
"Hello?"
"Dr. Parker please?"
"This is she."
"Liz?"
"Hello Max." She sat down on the green lounge couch and smiled to herself. She couldn't help the excitement at hearing his voice. She was almost afraid he wouldn't call.
"I didn't get to call you last night. I'm sorry. I was cleaning up and repairing the after dinner damage." She could hear the laughter in his voice and she herself had to laugh. Last night had been quite an experience. Not only did Maria completely blow up on Michael, but Michael seemed to return the affinity. Then there was Alex, who almost immediately felt an attraction to Max's beautiful sister Isabel, who was about as cold as ice to everyone. It wasn't until ten minutes before they left that she felt her soften up a bit, and actually laugh and smile when Alex cracked jokes.
"What did they think? I know you spoke to them." Elizabeth pulled her hand away from her mouth when she noticed she was biting her nails.
"Well... let's see. My sister won't admit it, but she's jealous because she thinks you're trying to steal me away from her. But, she's glad that you're a respectable woman, one of class and determination, who is a doctor and not a prostitute. Or something like that."
"Oh God." Had to admit, it was better than not liking her at all.
"Michael of course thinks you're great, you did stitch him up after all. Anyone who can help him in a first meeting is always on his good list. However, he seems to be bothered by his attraction to Maria. He won't admit it, but he gets a kick out of pissing her off."
"He doesn't have to admit it, I noticed."
"What about on your side? How were the reviews?"
"Well, Maria thinks that Michael is the most obnoxious, pathetic, disgusting, dispicable creature she's ever met. He is not only self involved, but expects the world to take him under consideration before anything else. She thinks he's cocky and arrogant and will be happy if she never sees him again. Alex, on the other hand, is completely infatuated with Isabel and if I may say, was the only one who opened her up a bit."
"Yea, I have to admit he handled her pretty well. If she were rude to me, I'd have just given up."
"Don't forget, he lives with two women. He knows how to deal with estrogen." Elizabeth laughed and heard the laugh on the other line. She didn't want to admit it to herself, but she was silently praying he'd ask her out again. She needed to see him. She'd been thinking about him all day. In fact, he had been quite a distraction. Even Jennifer was wondering why she seemed spacey. But the stars were not the limit... oh no. She saw herself flying much farther. As ridiculous as it seemed, the feelings she got around him were almost euphoric.
"Liz..."
"Yes." Oh no. Too eager. She had to remind herself to calm down.
"What time do you get out?"
"My shift ends in like an hour."
"Can I pick you up?"
"What do you have planned?"
"Anything, I just want to see you." She smiled, finally feeling her butterflies begin to fade and be replaced by the heat of passion.
"That's fine. I'll be here."
"Do you have a bathing suit?"
"Excuse me? Isn't it kind of cold for swimming?"
"I have a jacuzzi in my hotel room. I'm staying at the Plaza." She held the phone away from her for a second and debated the thoughts quickly running through her head. The images in her head were frighteningly vivid, and she found herself breaking her silent oath. No. She would not allow anyone to lure her into a bad situation. It was one thing she had promised herself since childhood. She would save herself for the man she would marry. But keeping that vow with Max around had made her question herself. Would she ever get married?
"Your hotel room?"
"You don't have to come if you don't want to. We can go somewhere else." She could hear the nervousness in his voice. He obviously wasn't too sure what he was doing either.
"No! No, that's fine. Fine... your hotel room. In an hour."
"I'll pick you up."
"Ok."
"Bye."
"Bye." She hung up the phone and sat for a second, unsure of what she had just done. Maybe this wasn't a good idea. But she wanted to see him, and at this point, that was more important than any logic.
"Dr. Parker!"
"Coming!"
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Max held the phone a second longer and then placed down the receiver. This was bad. This was very bad. But he was planning for it. He had BEEN planning for it. He looked over at the hot tub in the corner of his suite and shook his head.
"We're just going to hang out." That would be it. And if he told himself that several times, he might believe it. He shouldn't feel this way about her. It was all wrong. He was Detective Max Evans, bachelor for life, member of the alien species. He was not only a virgin but afraid of women in general. Now he was chasing after a woman who had turned his life upside down in just days. But he had to leave. And that was in just two days. Could he leave her here without asking himself what if? Probably not... but what choice did he have? He went into the bathroom and grabbed his towel to jump into the shower. He needed to think and when Liz was around he couldn't. He felt completely overwhelmed by feelings that he didn't even know he had. It was dangerous.
After he got out of the shower he shaved and made sure he smelled good. He had to admit it. He was dressing up for her. He was pathetic. Michael would tear him apart if he saw him. Not that he didn't have his share of jokes already. Max placed the last hook on his belt of his brown dress pants and put on deodorant. He was nervous. He was INSANELY nervous. This was what teenagers did. He was no teenager. But he felt like an idiot around Liz most of the time. He heard a knock on his door and headed to open it. He swung open the door and was sent into a whirl at the sight of Liz, in slacks and button down shirt, with the top two buttons open.
"What are you...?" Without another moment, she stepped in and closed the door behind her. Her eyes were like fiery flames into his, the rich chocolate color of them making him want to look into them forever. She dropped her coat and purse on the floor and kissed his lips passionately, the heat of her passion obvious on her shaking hands. He held her tightly against him, realizing then that he had not put on a shirt and that her silky button down shirt was against his skin. It was cool, but he could feel the heat from her skin rising. He grabbed her long, thin arms and placed them around his neck as he picked her up from in front of the door and headed towards the bed.
"Liz, maybe we should... stop."
"I can't. It feels so... right." She mumbled in between kisses, the sweet sound of her husky voice making him crazy. She pulled back from him and looked into his eyes in a way that he had never seen before. This was crazy. They were both acting crazy. There was a logical explanation for it of course... but at the moment he could not think of it.
"I love you." He heard himself say the words but could not believe they were coming out of him. She smiled and kissed him even harder before whispering into his ear.
"I love you too." He kissed her this time, allowing himself to feel all that he had been so afraid to feel.
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"Well, well. Look what the cat dragged in."
"No way. You own THIS bar."
"Oh yea. And you, are now in MY neighborhood. What will it be?"
"I need a scotch. And a serious headache medicine."
"Long day?"
"Long as hell. I hate it when people who think they're talented come into my office trying to get a deal."
"Well, not everyone can be as talented as you." Michael handed her the drink and laughed as he wiped down the counter.
"You know, if you were to get some entertainment in here...."
"Don't even think about it."
"WHY NOT?"
"It's not that kind of bar. We're not Coyote Ugly."
"Well, I'm not talking dancing gogo girls. I'm talking, maybe a singer, or band everyone once in a while. It would boost your publicity."
"I don't need publicity. I'm happy with what I've got." Maria turned to look around the half empty bar.
"Right. A bunch of drunks, old polo playing men, and hookers. Come on... you need me."
"I don't. I don't need anyone." She finished her drink and but down the cup, asking for another.
"Maybe, if you added a small feminine touch...."
"No."
"But...."
"No."
"Agh! You are sooo arrogant! My God! Will you at least hear me out!"
"No."
"God, I hate you!" He handed her the second drink and she took it, turning sharply away from him. Her eye caught on one of the paintings against the wall and she stood up to see it closer.
"That's beautiful. Glad to see you got someone to add a little class to this place."
"Yea, whatever."
"Who's this by? I don't remember seeing it before."
"You haven't. It's an original." She turned, her eyes obviously mocking as she looked at Michael's unchanged expression.
"Oh come on... seriously. I want to know who did it."
"I did."
"Michael, I'm serious."
"So am I." She looked over at the painting and then back at the man behind the bar.
"So what is that? Like your depressed demented side?"
"More my expressive outlet." She sat, questioning his statement and then put down her drink.
"Are you sh***ing me?"
"No. But if you've made a mess, the bathroom is that way."
"Oh shut up!" She placed her empty glass down and turned one more time to see the beautiful painting of dark colors. It was so emotional, so unlike Michael. She saw him pick up her cup out of the corner of her eye and begin to wipe it clean. As she turned around to pay she heard the crash of glass and the deathly pale color of Michael's face as he began to tremble in cold sweats.
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Max touched Liz's soft skin and trembled. Her white lace bra covered her beautiful upper body and he couldn't stand not looking at her. He felt her fingers intertwine with his as they kissed and he smiled at her soft touch. He was lost on the moment until he heard the phone ring.
"Hello?" He tried to sound normal and controlled, but his breath was practically leaving his body.
"Max?! Max, oh my God. You have to come here, quick!"
"Isabel?" Liz's soft kisses were beginning to fade in his mind as his senses again became alert. Something was wrong with Isabel.
"It's Michael! He's sick! He's really sick Max. Maria brought him here."
"Maria?" He felt Liz's retreat and looked down at her confused eyes.
"Please... I don't know what to do."
"Ok... I'll be right there." He hung up the phone and rubbed his forehead in frustration.
"Liz... I'm sorry. I... I have to go." He looked at her, lavishing himself in her beauty. He could see the blush rise in her cheeks and she reached over to grab her shirt and put it on. He had never done anything like that before. He had never wanted to. From what she told him, she was not too far along either.
"Wait! Is everything ok?" He got up and grabbed the black tee shirt and sweater he'd taken out to wear.
"I just... it was Isabel. Seems there's been an emergency and I have to go."
"Well, can I help?"
"I don't think so."
"What's going on?"
"It's Michael, he's sick." It wasn't until he said it that he realized how stupid he was. Now she would demand to go. She was a doctor after all. But she didn't know.
"Oh? So then I can go and help out! What's wrong with him?" She buttoned up her shirt and pulled her hair back loosely in a ponytail.
"No... no Liz you can't come. I'm sorry."
"Why not?" He stopped in front of her, the sudden realization of what he'd gotten himself into hitting him.
"Liz please, just trust me. I'll drive you home."
"No Max. I'm going with you." Max watched as she grabbed her jacket and headed out the door. He ran after her and sighed loudly.
"Liz, there are things you don't know about us... about me that I'm just can't share right now. Please...." They got in the elevator and she pressed the button for the lobby and then turned to abruptly to face him.
"Are you married?"
"What? No!"
"Do you have children?!"
"God, no! Liz, you know that's impossible."
"Then WHAT is it? And why can't you tell ME?" Her eyes went from angry to hurt. Now he knew he had no choice.
"Liz... I'm not who you think I am."
"What ARE you TALKING about?!"
"Michael isn't sick with anything you can cure."
"Then WHAT is he sick with?"
"I don't know! I just... I don't know! None of us have never gotten sick before."
"That's impossible. Everyone gets sick."
"We're not like everyone." He stopped to watch her expression as she turned to face him. He reached over and pressed the emergency stop. The elevator jolted and they stood in silence, looking into each other's eyes.
"Do you remember how I told you that I was adopted in Roswell?"
"Yes. Yes Max! What does that have ANYTHING to do with this?"
"There was a case, in 1947, of a weather balloon that crashed in the desert. Except, it wasn't a balloon at all." He watched her eyes widen and she stared at him as if seeing him for the first time.
"What are you talking about?"
"Michael, Isabel and I... we're not from around here."
"Where are you from?" He looked around the elevator in a panic and simply pointed upwards.
"Up north? What? Max... I don't understand? If Michael is sick, we need to help him."
"Don't you get it! You can't! We're... Liz we're not human." Max watched her expression drop as she slowly stepped back.
"What?"
"We're different. We have powers."
"You think that you're an alien? An alien?! From the crash of 1947? Max, please tell me you're joking!" She smiled, waiting for him to laugh. But his eyes showed that he wanted to run and hide. He was scared and exposed. She was lost.
"You're not joking, are you?" He nodded his head and she slowly turned to face the panel and reached for the emergency release button as the elevator began to make its way back down.
"Liz please, say something."
"Is this your way of breaking up with me? Because if it is, I can take it Max."
"No! I swear Liz...."
"If you expect me to BELIEVE this, you must think I'm really stupid Max. If you didn't plan to make this a long distance thing all you had to do was say so. I can't believe you would lie to me! And like this!"
"I'm not lying."
"If you REALLY believe this trash that you just fed me, then YOU need help." The elevator door opened and they were face to face in a heated discussion. The people waiting to get on stepped back, feeling the tension. When he said nothing, she stepped out and stomped down the lobby.
"Liz! Liz wait!"
"I don't get you! I thought... I thought that we had something!"
"We do! God... whatever we have is so... mind boggling not even I understand it. You feel it too... I know you do. How do you explain it? The images, the feelings, it's almost too intense."
"Well... of course! That's what being in love is! I just thought.... I don't know!"
"Liz, when I touch you... I feel like I'm burning."
"It's a chemical reaction. It has to do with the mind going into overload...."
"Don't try to explain! Liz... what we have is not... normal."
"IT IS!" He could see the rising hysteria in her eyes. She was confused. She didn't know what to believe anymore. She stomped out of the hotel and headed towards the corner of the sidewalk.
"Liz."
"I have to go."
"Wait! You can't say anything! Please. Not to anyone. Not to Alex, or Maria. No one. You don't understand what can happen if you do. Please." He grabbed her arm softly and turned her to face him, her eyes red and teary.
"Call me when you decide to tell me the truth." She looked down and turned to walk away as she called for a taxi.
Chapter 7:
"Hello?"
"Dr. Parker please?"
"This is she."
"Liz?"
"Hello Max." She sat down on the green lounge couch and smiled to herself. She couldn't help the excitement at hearing his voice. She was almost afraid he wouldn't call.
"I didn't get to call you last night. I'm sorry. I was cleaning up and repairing the after dinner damage." She could hear the laughter in his voice and she herself had to laugh. Last night had been quite an experience. Not only did Maria completely blow up on Michael, but Michael seemed to return the affinity. Then there was Alex, who almost immediately felt an attraction to Max's beautiful sister Isabel, who was about as cold as ice to everyone. It wasn't until ten minutes before they left that she felt her soften up a bit, and actually laugh and smile when Alex cracked jokes.
"What did they think? I know you spoke to them." Elizabeth pulled her hand away from her mouth when she noticed she was biting her nails.
"Well... let's see. My sister won't admit it, but she's jealous because she thinks you're trying to steal me away from her. But, she's glad that you're a respectable woman, one of class and determination, who is a doctor and not a prostitute. Or something like that."
"Oh God." Had to admit, it was better than not liking her at all.
"Michael of course thinks you're great, you did stitch him up after all. Anyone who can help him in a first meeting is always on his good list. However, he seems to be bothered by his attraction to Maria. He won't admit it, but he gets a kick out of pissing her off."
"He doesn't have to admit it, I noticed."
"What about on your side? How were the reviews?"
"Well, Maria thinks that Michael is the most obnoxious, pathetic, disgusting, dispicable creature she's ever met. He is not only self involved, but expects the world to take him under consideration before anything else. She thinks he's cocky and arrogant and will be happy if she never sees him again. Alex, on the other hand, is completely infatuated with Isabel and if I may say, was the only one who opened her up a bit."
"Yea, I have to admit he handled her pretty well. If she were rude to me, I'd have just given up."
"Don't forget, he lives with two women. He knows how to deal with estrogen." Elizabeth laughed and heard the laugh on the other line. She didn't want to admit it to herself, but she was silently praying he'd ask her out again. She needed to see him. She'd been thinking about him all day. In fact, he had been quite a distraction. Even Jennifer was wondering why she seemed spacey. But the stars were not the limit... oh no. She saw herself flying much farther. As ridiculous as it seemed, the feelings she got around him were almost euphoric.
"Liz..."
"Yes." Oh no. Too eager. She had to remind herself to calm down.
"What time do you get out?"
"My shift ends in like an hour."
"Can I pick you up?"
"What do you have planned?"
"Anything, I just want to see you." She smiled, finally feeling her butterflies begin to fade and be replaced by the heat of passion.
"That's fine. I'll be here."
"Do you have a bathing suit?"
"Excuse me? Isn't it kind of cold for swimming?"
"I have a jacuzzi in my hotel room. I'm staying at the Plaza." She held the phone away from her for a second and debated the thoughts quickly running through her head. The images in her head were frighteningly vivid, and she found herself breaking her silent oath. No. She would not allow anyone to lure her into a bad situation. It was one thing she had promised herself since childhood. She would save herself for the man she would marry. But keeping that vow with Max around had made her question herself. Would she ever get married?
"Your hotel room?"
"You don't have to come if you don't want to. We can go somewhere else." She could hear the nervousness in his voice. He obviously wasn't too sure what he was doing either.
"No! No, that's fine. Fine... your hotel room. In an hour."
"I'll pick you up."
"Ok."
"Bye."
"Bye." She hung up the phone and sat for a second, unsure of what she had just done. Maybe this wasn't a good idea. But she wanted to see him, and at this point, that was more important than any logic.
"Dr. Parker!"
"Coming!"
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Max held the phone a second longer and then placed down the receiver. This was bad. This was very bad. But he was planning for it. He had BEEN planning for it. He looked over at the hot tub in the corner of his suite and shook his head.
"We're just going to hang out." That would be it. And if he told himself that several times, he might believe it. He shouldn't feel this way about her. It was all wrong. He was Detective Max Evans, bachelor for life, member of the alien species. He was not only a virgin but afraid of women in general. Now he was chasing after a woman who had turned his life upside down in just days. But he had to leave. And that was in just two days. Could he leave her here without asking himself what if? Probably not... but what choice did he have? He went into the bathroom and grabbed his towel to jump into the shower. He needed to think and when Liz was around he couldn't. He felt completely overwhelmed by feelings that he didn't even know he had. It was dangerous.
After he got out of the shower he shaved and made sure he smelled good. He had to admit it. He was dressing up for her. He was pathetic. Michael would tear him apart if he saw him. Not that he didn't have his share of jokes already. Max placed the last hook on his belt of his brown dress pants and put on deodorant. He was nervous. He was INSANELY nervous. This was what teenagers did. He was no teenager. But he felt like an idiot around Liz most of the time. He heard a knock on his door and headed to open it. He swung open the door and was sent into a whirl at the sight of Liz, in slacks and button down shirt, with the top two buttons open.
"What are you...?" Without another moment, she stepped in and closed the door behind her. Her eyes were like fiery flames into his, the rich chocolate color of them making him want to look into them forever. She dropped her coat and purse on the floor and kissed his lips passionately, the heat of her passion obvious on her shaking hands. He held her tightly against him, realizing then that he had not put on a shirt and that her silky button down shirt was against his skin. It was cool, but he could feel the heat from her skin rising. He grabbed her long, thin arms and placed them around his neck as he picked her up from in front of the door and headed towards the bed.
"Liz, maybe we should... stop."
"I can't. It feels so... right." She mumbled in between kisses, the sweet sound of her husky voice making him crazy. She pulled back from him and looked into his eyes in a way that he had never seen before. This was crazy. They were both acting crazy. There was a logical explanation for it of course... but at the moment he could not think of it.
"I love you." He heard himself say the words but could not believe they were coming out of him. She smiled and kissed him even harder before whispering into his ear.
"I love you too." He kissed her this time, allowing himself to feel all that he had been so afraid to feel.
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"Well, well. Look what the cat dragged in."
"No way. You own THIS bar."
"Oh yea. And you, are now in MY neighborhood. What will it be?"
"I need a scotch. And a serious headache medicine."
"Long day?"
"Long as hell. I hate it when people who think they're talented come into my office trying to get a deal."
"Well, not everyone can be as talented as you." Michael handed her the drink and laughed as he wiped down the counter.
"You know, if you were to get some entertainment in here...."
"Don't even think about it."
"WHY NOT?"
"It's not that kind of bar. We're not Coyote Ugly."
"Well, I'm not talking dancing gogo girls. I'm talking, maybe a singer, or band everyone once in a while. It would boost your publicity."
"I don't need publicity. I'm happy with what I've got." Maria turned to look around the half empty bar.
"Right. A bunch of drunks, old polo playing men, and hookers. Come on... you need me."
"I don't. I don't need anyone." She finished her drink and but down the cup, asking for another.
"Maybe, if you added a small feminine touch...."
"No."
"But...."
"No."
"Agh! You are sooo arrogant! My God! Will you at least hear me out!"
"No."
"God, I hate you!" He handed her the second drink and she took it, turning sharply away from him. Her eye caught on one of the paintings against the wall and she stood up to see it closer.
"That's beautiful. Glad to see you got someone to add a little class to this place."
"Yea, whatever."
"Who's this by? I don't remember seeing it before."
"You haven't. It's an original." She turned, her eyes obviously mocking as she looked at Michael's unchanged expression.
"Oh come on... seriously. I want to know who did it."
"I did."
"Michael, I'm serious."
"So am I." She looked over at the painting and then back at the man behind the bar.
"So what is that? Like your depressed demented side?"
"More my expressive outlet." She sat, questioning his statement and then put down her drink.
"Are you sh***ing me?"
"No. But if you've made a mess, the bathroom is that way."
"Oh shut up!" She placed her empty glass down and turned one more time to see the beautiful painting of dark colors. It was so emotional, so unlike Michael. She saw him pick up her cup out of the corner of her eye and begin to wipe it clean. As she turned around to pay she heard the crash of glass and the deathly pale color of Michael's face as he began to tremble in cold sweats.
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Max touched Liz's soft skin and trembled. Her white lace bra covered her beautiful upper body and he couldn't stand not looking at her. He felt her fingers intertwine with his as they kissed and he smiled at her soft touch. He was lost on the moment until he heard the phone ring.
"Hello?" He tried to sound normal and controlled, but his breath was practically leaving his body.
"Max?! Max, oh my God. You have to come here, quick!"
"Isabel?" Liz's soft kisses were beginning to fade in his mind as his senses again became alert. Something was wrong with Isabel.
"It's Michael! He's sick! He's really sick Max. Maria brought him here."
"Maria?" He felt Liz's retreat and looked down at her confused eyes.
"Please... I don't know what to do."
"Ok... I'll be right there." He hung up the phone and rubbed his forehead in frustration.
"Liz... I'm sorry. I... I have to go." He looked at her, lavishing himself in her beauty. He could see the blush rise in her cheeks and she reached over to grab her shirt and put it on. He had never done anything like that before. He had never wanted to. From what she told him, she was not too far along either.
"Wait! Is everything ok?" He got up and grabbed the black tee shirt and sweater he'd taken out to wear.
"I just... it was Isabel. Seems there's been an emergency and I have to go."
"Well, can I help?"
"I don't think so."
"What's going on?"
"It's Michael, he's sick." It wasn't until he said it that he realized how stupid he was. Now she would demand to go. She was a doctor after all. But she didn't know.
"Oh? So then I can go and help out! What's wrong with him?" She buttoned up her shirt and pulled her hair back loosely in a ponytail.
"No... no Liz you can't come. I'm sorry."
"Why not?" He stopped in front of her, the sudden realization of what he'd gotten himself into hitting him.
"Liz please, just trust me. I'll drive you home."
"No Max. I'm going with you." Max watched as she grabbed her jacket and headed out the door. He ran after her and sighed loudly.
"Liz, there are things you don't know about us... about me that I'm just can't share right now. Please...." They got in the elevator and she pressed the button for the lobby and then turned to abruptly to face him.
"Are you married?"
"What? No!"
"Do you have children?!"
"God, no! Liz, you know that's impossible."
"Then WHAT is it? And why can't you tell ME?" Her eyes went from angry to hurt. Now he knew he had no choice.
"Liz... I'm not who you think I am."
"What ARE you TALKING about?!"
"Michael isn't sick with anything you can cure."
"Then WHAT is he sick with?"
"I don't know! I just... I don't know! None of us have never gotten sick before."
"That's impossible. Everyone gets sick."
"We're not like everyone." He stopped to watch her expression as she turned to face him. He reached over and pressed the emergency stop. The elevator jolted and they stood in silence, looking into each other's eyes.
"Do you remember how I told you that I was adopted in Roswell?"
"Yes. Yes Max! What does that have ANYTHING to do with this?"
"There was a case, in 1947, of a weather balloon that crashed in the desert. Except, it wasn't a balloon at all." He watched her eyes widen and she stared at him as if seeing him for the first time.
"What are you talking about?"
"Michael, Isabel and I... we're not from around here."
"Where are you from?" He looked around the elevator in a panic and simply pointed upwards.
"Up north? What? Max... I don't understand? If Michael is sick, we need to help him."
"Don't you get it! You can't! We're... Liz we're not human." Max watched her expression drop as she slowly stepped back.
"What?"
"We're different. We have powers."
"You think that you're an alien? An alien?! From the crash of 1947? Max, please tell me you're joking!" She smiled, waiting for him to laugh. But his eyes showed that he wanted to run and hide. He was scared and exposed. She was lost.
"You're not joking, are you?" He nodded his head and she slowly turned to face the panel and reached for the emergency release button as the elevator began to make its way back down.
"Liz please, say something."
"Is this your way of breaking up with me? Because if it is, I can take it Max."
"No! I swear Liz...."
"If you expect me to BELIEVE this, you must think I'm really stupid Max. If you didn't plan to make this a long distance thing all you had to do was say so. I can't believe you would lie to me! And like this!"
"I'm not lying."
"If you REALLY believe this trash that you just fed me, then YOU need help." The elevator door opened and they were face to face in a heated discussion. The people waiting to get on stepped back, feeling the tension. When he said nothing, she stepped out and stomped down the lobby.
"Liz! Liz wait!"
"I don't get you! I thought... I thought that we had something!"
"We do! God... whatever we have is so... mind boggling not even I understand it. You feel it too... I know you do. How do you explain it? The images, the feelings, it's almost too intense."
"Well... of course! That's what being in love is! I just thought.... I don't know!"
"Liz, when I touch you... I feel like I'm burning."
"It's a chemical reaction. It has to do with the mind going into overload...."
"Don't try to explain! Liz... what we have is not... normal."
"IT IS!" He could see the rising hysteria in her eyes. She was confused. She didn't know what to believe anymore. She stomped out of the hotel and headed towards the corner of the sidewalk.
"Liz."
"I have to go."
"Wait! You can't say anything! Please. Not to anyone. Not to Alex, or Maria. No one. You don't understand what can happen if you do. Please." He grabbed her arm softly and turned her to face him, her eyes red and teary.
"Call me when you decide to tell me the truth." She looked down and turned to walk away as she called for a taxi.