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AN: Ok just a short update. This next part is dedicated to the wonderful
Teresa who has been bugging me for an update, LOL love you girl.
Max stood alone, deep in thought. His mind invaded with memories of the past. He remembered each and every precious moment he had spent with Liz. Their first kiss after the heat wave, their fist date, the night he proposed, and their wedding day. Every second of every moment felt as if it had happened yesterday.
He scanned the valley around him; the moonlight was casting an eerie glow on the small lake. The water glistened as if it were made of diamonds.
As he closed his eyes feelings of guilt and regret washed through him. As tears threatened to fall he felt a familiar presence move to stand beside him.
"Your not really here," he said with a pain filled voice.
"I am. I can't stay for long though."
Max looked at the figure in askance. "Why?"
"Max you need to go back. They need you."
"I can't," he sighed. Lowering his gaze to the damp grass below he could feel the tears finally begin to fall. "It's all my fault," before he could continue the figure stopped him.
"Max no. They love you. They need you. Now especially."
"Why especially now?" Max asked in concern.
"You'll see. Now go," before the presence could once again disappear from his life, Max tore his gaze from the ground and asked them to stop.
"I love you Liz," he whispered through sobs.
"I love you too Max.but you have to let me go," she told him softly before fading away into the darkness. ~*~
Maria dove to the gritty tarmac as gunshots were fired all around her. Removing her jacket as fast as she possibly could she held it over Michael's chest, trying her best to stop the blood from flowing. She could faintly hear Kyle and Isabel call her name in the distance.
"Michael," she coked through tears. How could the FBI have found them again so quickly she wondered to herself?
Beside her, Maria felt the van pull to a stop. As Kyle carried Michael into the back of the van, Isabel did her best to take care of the FBI.
Exhaling in relief, Isabel saw that there were only two agents. Sending several of the bullets they had fired back at their exposed bodies she saw them both crumble to the ground in pain. Returning to the drivers seat of the van and sped out of the parking lot.
"Is he alright," Isabel asked, trying her best to keep her eyes on the road. She was driving as fast as the beat up van would allow her.
"He'll be fine," Maria said sternly. He had to be, she added silently. Michaels head was positioned on her lap, while Kyle did his best to stop the bleeding. Stroking his hair tenderly she said a silent prayer to herself.
"Maybe we should take him to a hospital," Kyle said from his place beside Michael.
"No," Isabel said forcefully. "No hospitals. It's not safe," she told him, shaking her head in disagreement.
Sighing in defeat, Kyle looked down at Michael, his face filled with remorse. Removing his hand from Michaels wound he climbed over the seats to sit in the passenger seat beside Isabel. Maria needed to have some time alone with Michael. "What are we going to do?" he asked, turning to look at Isabel.
Isabel simply shrugged in response, wishing she had all the answers.
"Maria," Michael choked. Maria tried her best to soothe him as he let out a throaty cough.
"I'm here," she told him softly.
"Bet you wouldn't say no if I asked you to marry me now," he laughed at his attempted humour, but winced from the pain it caused him.
"Wanna find out?" she whispered.
"Maria. Will you marry me?"
She looked thoughtful for a moment before answering yes. "But you have to get better first," she told him firmly.
He nodded before he began coughing again, this time more violently. Maria saw the blood trickle out of his mouth before he passed out.
"Michael?" she asked wearily. "Michael!"
Max stood alone, deep in thought. His mind invaded with memories of the past. He remembered each and every precious moment he had spent with Liz. Their first kiss after the heat wave, their fist date, the night he proposed, and their wedding day. Every second of every moment felt as if it had happened yesterday.
He scanned the valley around him; the moonlight was casting an eerie glow on the small lake. The water glistened as if it were made of diamonds.
As he closed his eyes feelings of guilt and regret washed through him. As tears threatened to fall he felt a familiar presence move to stand beside him.
"Your not really here," he said with a pain filled voice.
"I am. I can't stay for long though."
Max looked at the figure in askance. "Why?"
"Max you need to go back. They need you."
"I can't," he sighed. Lowering his gaze to the damp grass below he could feel the tears finally begin to fall. "It's all my fault," before he could continue the figure stopped him.
"Max no. They love you. They need you. Now especially."
"Why especially now?" Max asked in concern.
"You'll see. Now go," before the presence could once again disappear from his life, Max tore his gaze from the ground and asked them to stop.
"I love you Liz," he whispered through sobs.
"I love you too Max.but you have to let me go," she told him softly before fading away into the darkness. ~*~
Maria dove to the gritty tarmac as gunshots were fired all around her. Removing her jacket as fast as she possibly could she held it over Michael's chest, trying her best to stop the blood from flowing. She could faintly hear Kyle and Isabel call her name in the distance.
"Michael," she coked through tears. How could the FBI have found them again so quickly she wondered to herself?
Beside her, Maria felt the van pull to a stop. As Kyle carried Michael into the back of the van, Isabel did her best to take care of the FBI.
Exhaling in relief, Isabel saw that there were only two agents. Sending several of the bullets they had fired back at their exposed bodies she saw them both crumble to the ground in pain. Returning to the drivers seat of the van and sped out of the parking lot.
"Is he alright," Isabel asked, trying her best to keep her eyes on the road. She was driving as fast as the beat up van would allow her.
"He'll be fine," Maria said sternly. He had to be, she added silently. Michaels head was positioned on her lap, while Kyle did his best to stop the bleeding. Stroking his hair tenderly she said a silent prayer to herself.
"Maybe we should take him to a hospital," Kyle said from his place beside Michael.
"No," Isabel said forcefully. "No hospitals. It's not safe," she told him, shaking her head in disagreement.
Sighing in defeat, Kyle looked down at Michael, his face filled with remorse. Removing his hand from Michaels wound he climbed over the seats to sit in the passenger seat beside Isabel. Maria needed to have some time alone with Michael. "What are we going to do?" he asked, turning to look at Isabel.
Isabel simply shrugged in response, wishing she had all the answers.
"Maria," Michael choked. Maria tried her best to soothe him as he let out a throaty cough.
"I'm here," she told him softly.
"Bet you wouldn't say no if I asked you to marry me now," he laughed at his attempted humour, but winced from the pain it caused him.
"Wanna find out?" she whispered.
"Maria. Will you marry me?"
She looked thoughtful for a moment before answering yes. "But you have to get better first," she told him firmly.
He nodded before he began coughing again, this time more violently. Maria saw the blood trickle out of his mouth before he passed out.
"Michael?" she asked wearily. "Michael!"