Category: Action, Adventure and Romance. Also sexual situations down the
road.
Summary: This is set after Season 3. Loose ends need to be tied up and
the Roswell gangs begin their next level of intimacy. (No Mary Jane's
here. There are some previous characters that needed taken care of.
Disclaimer: Jason Katims owns everything Roswell. I am just taking
liberties with its characters.
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Distribution: I would be flattered if anyone wants to post this story
somewhere else, just let me know first okay?
When the winds started up, Michael blocked the couple on the ground with his body. His large shoulders deflected most of the pelting sand.
His eyes stung and watered from the bits of grain that managed to find its way through his clenched eyelids. The whirling waves of particles was over in moments, but seemed to find its way into every orifice he had that wasn't protected by clothing. He spit the granules from his mouth and blew out what he could that found its way up his nose.
Once he was able to force his eyes open, he realized the danger that Max was in.
Max had managed to heal most of the woman, but not enough were she was out of danger. She could still die, and if the two of them were linked, Max could die with her.
Michael grabbed Max up and lifted him off of her body. Even though he held him in his arms, he could still sense their connection. There was an invisible shimmer that ran through both of their bodies.
"Max, wake up, you have to wake up!" he shook Max hard enough to rattle his teeth. Nothing.
"Sorry Max, this is for your own good." Michael drew his hand back. He felt the shock go up his arm and the stinging pain on the back of his hand as he sent it sharply across Max's face.
He shook out his hand after he saw Max's head snap to the side.
Damn, that's gonna hurt tomorrow. Michael thought, while noting with satisfaction that Max was starting to stir.
"Come on Maxwell, rise and shine, you can do this."
Max shook his head as he came fully to. "Did you hit me?" he groaned.
"Yes, yes I did. That would be me." Michael grinned at him.
"You asshole."
"That would be me too." Said Michael, still smiling.
"Fine, lets finish this." Max leaned shakily back towards the woman. He felt like death barely warmed over to medium rare at this point. The pain of the woman's injuries, the torture of feeling sand, dirt and salt rubbed into exposed nerve endings through his empathic healing ability and being weakened by the repairs he had already made to her body, left him feeling nauseas and holding on to consciousness by a thread.
She was a strange vision at this point. Nude, from the waist up, she was every man's fantasy. She had a beautiful sloped, toned abdomen with slightly larger than normal breasts that were full and pert. Her skin tone was a light golden color that looked as if it had been gently kissed by the sun, instead of having been viciously eaten by its fire.
The contrast of its perfection, to that of her face, made it appears as if she were wearing a Halloween mask, or belonged in some late-night grade B movie that was in the genre of Friday the 13th or other gruesome teen-age horror flick.
Max's own face was that of determination. His powerful eyes were set and intent on finishing restoring her. As he resumed the molecular regeneration, the vision changed. Her lips developed in a bow shape. Unblemished skin raised up over strong cheekbones as Max's hand stroked over her face. Most amazing, was the blue orb that filled her eye, mirroring perfectly her other eye.
*Flash*
A final image imprinted in Max's head. The same young man he had seen with her earlier was standing in line with her, buying a ticket. They were going into a museum. A shot of the museums sign was briefly shown - Vasa Museet. The young man turned, smiling, handing the woman her ticket.
"Oh my God!"
Max was jolted out of his healing trance. The finishing touch had just been finalized with the covering of her scalp. Even her hair had returned, having grown back to its original length before he had been shocked out of his connection with her.
He fell backwards and crabwalk on his hands in an effort to get away from her.
"Max, what is it?"
Michael watched in confusion as Max worked on putting distance between him and the woman. He fell to his side, needing to rest for a moment, but his earnest eyes sharply watched her without blinking. His breath was slightly labored has he tried to quickly recuperate his strength. He was afraid that there was a possibility that he was going to need it soon.
"Max, talk to me!"
He knew who the woman was. Tears began to prick at his eyes. Emotions came rushing back to him.
"God damn it Max. What did you see?"
How could he tell him? How could he tell any of his group, knowing the pain it was going to cause? But then, how could he not?
"Alex, I saw Alex."
When the winds started up, Michael blocked the couple on the ground with his body. His large shoulders deflected most of the pelting sand.
His eyes stung and watered from the bits of grain that managed to find its way through his clenched eyelids. The whirling waves of particles was over in moments, but seemed to find its way into every orifice he had that wasn't protected by clothing. He spit the granules from his mouth and blew out what he could that found its way up his nose.
Once he was able to force his eyes open, he realized the danger that Max was in.
Max had managed to heal most of the woman, but not enough were she was out of danger. She could still die, and if the two of them were linked, Max could die with her.
Michael grabbed Max up and lifted him off of her body. Even though he held him in his arms, he could still sense their connection. There was an invisible shimmer that ran through both of their bodies.
"Max, wake up, you have to wake up!" he shook Max hard enough to rattle his teeth. Nothing.
"Sorry Max, this is for your own good." Michael drew his hand back. He felt the shock go up his arm and the stinging pain on the back of his hand as he sent it sharply across Max's face.
He shook out his hand after he saw Max's head snap to the side.
Damn, that's gonna hurt tomorrow. Michael thought, while noting with satisfaction that Max was starting to stir.
"Come on Maxwell, rise and shine, you can do this."
Max shook his head as he came fully to. "Did you hit me?" he groaned.
"Yes, yes I did. That would be me." Michael grinned at him.
"You asshole."
"That would be me too." Said Michael, still smiling.
"Fine, lets finish this." Max leaned shakily back towards the woman. He felt like death barely warmed over to medium rare at this point. The pain of the woman's injuries, the torture of feeling sand, dirt and salt rubbed into exposed nerve endings through his empathic healing ability and being weakened by the repairs he had already made to her body, left him feeling nauseas and holding on to consciousness by a thread.
She was a strange vision at this point. Nude, from the waist up, she was every man's fantasy. She had a beautiful sloped, toned abdomen with slightly larger than normal breasts that were full and pert. Her skin tone was a light golden color that looked as if it had been gently kissed by the sun, instead of having been viciously eaten by its fire.
The contrast of its perfection, to that of her face, made it appears as if she were wearing a Halloween mask, or belonged in some late-night grade B movie that was in the genre of Friday the 13th or other gruesome teen-age horror flick.
Max's own face was that of determination. His powerful eyes were set and intent on finishing restoring her. As he resumed the molecular regeneration, the vision changed. Her lips developed in a bow shape. Unblemished skin raised up over strong cheekbones as Max's hand stroked over her face. Most amazing, was the blue orb that filled her eye, mirroring perfectly her other eye.
*Flash*
A final image imprinted in Max's head. The same young man he had seen with her earlier was standing in line with her, buying a ticket. They were going into a museum. A shot of the museums sign was briefly shown - Vasa Museet. The young man turned, smiling, handing the woman her ticket.
"Oh my God!"
Max was jolted out of his healing trance. The finishing touch had just been finalized with the covering of her scalp. Even her hair had returned, having grown back to its original length before he had been shocked out of his connection with her.
He fell backwards and crabwalk on his hands in an effort to get away from her.
"Max, what is it?"
Michael watched in confusion as Max worked on putting distance between him and the woman. He fell to his side, needing to rest for a moment, but his earnest eyes sharply watched her without blinking. His breath was slightly labored has he tried to quickly recuperate his strength. He was afraid that there was a possibility that he was going to need it soon.
"Max, talk to me!"
He knew who the woman was. Tears began to prick at his eyes. Emotions came rushing back to him.
"God damn it Max. What did you see?"
How could he tell him? How could he tell any of his group, knowing the pain it was going to cause? But then, how could he not?
"Alex, I saw Alex."
