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Broken Ties part 10

Michael paced. He didn't want to believe that healing Lee had been a bad idea, because it broke his heart to even think that. But maybe he hadn't really thought it through, he would be putting Max in a lot of danger, and by Max, Isabel by association. But then again, could people really figure it out? They hadn't really thought twice about finding three kids wondering alone in the dessert, naked, and not able to talk. Ok, maybe that wasn't the complete truth. Maybe he was rambling, could you ramble in your head? He wasn't sure. Suddenly his pacing stopped as Max glared and placed a halting hand on his shoulder.

"Michael, please, your killing me here. Have you thought about what your going to tell Lee?" Michael nodded.

"Yeah, you know a little, well yeah." Before Michael could turn and start to pace again Max led him over to a chair, and set him down in it. Michael shifted uncomfortably as the fake leather chair rubbed him the wrong way. Couldn't they afford something a little more comfy? This was the ICU waiting room for loves sake, you would think that the hospital would do anything to make there patients families feel a little bit better.

"Well, what are you going to tell him then?" Max strong steady voice broke though Michaels mental rambling, or was it mental complaining? He wasn't sure, the point was that Max had asked him a question and he probley needed to answer it.

"Nothing."

"Nothing?" Michael nodded. It seemed like a pretty simple answer to him.

"I mean, don't you want to tell him that your.. or.." Max leaned back in the chair, stretching lanky legs out in front of him and looking perplexed. Michael smiled and leaned back in his very uncomfortable chair, mirroring Max's position.

"And your confused by this how, Maxwell?" Max glared and threw an opened handed smack, striking Michael in the chest. Michael pushed his hand away with a laugh.

"I'm not stupid Michael. I understand that your not going to tell him that you dream of spaceships. Why aren't you though. That's what I'm asking." Michael looked over at Max, resting his chin on her shoulder.

"A couple of reasons really. When we tell the doctors that it had to be some kind of miracle, it will be more believable if Lee believes it also, and two, the less he knows that better it is for him. The safer, i mean, it really felt good to be able to tell Nick the truth and all, but it could turn out to be dangerous for him, and if it does, then it would more then likely kill me on the spot." Max nodded. He wasn't to sure that he was comfortable with the new honest, well almost honest, and sensitive Michael. He shook his head, of course he was, he would have a angel Michael if that was what it took to get him back.

"So," Max joked as Michael took to staring straight ahead of them. "You just don't want to tell him anything for your own feelings." Michael laughed.

"You know it." Michaels eyes went to the doors, and then stood as they opened and a very flustered looking doctor came walking in. "Remember.." Michael warned, and Max rolled his eyes, like he needed the reminder.

"Hello, your.." Michael nodded.

"Yeah, so what's going on? Is he ok?" He asked. Max had to give him props, he had some acting skills. The doctor shook his head in confusion.

"Yes, perfectly fine, though we will still have to keep him here and run some test." Michael looked outraged.

"You said he was fine!" The doctor nodded.

"Yes, sorry sir, he is. Besides a broken arm, and a broken leg, and some bruised ribs he is perfectly fine. The internal bleeding, and the punched lung were repaired, as was the lacerated organs." Michael paled. In the room he had begged Max not to tell him what was wrong , but the doctor just had with out even asking. He tried to shake it off, as the doctor didn't notice.

"But i have to admit to you, your fathers case has me baffled beyond all belief." Michael nodded, not really caring.

"Yeah, but can we go see him now?" The doctor nodded.

"Of course, your his sons, and as i said- he is perfectly alright.." The doctor trailed off again as amazement descended on him, and he lead the two friends through the ICU doors. Max smiled a little, he always felt better when he helped to heal someone, and the added amazement that the doctor was caught up in was just a happy bonus. He loved his job.. well, it wasn't his job really, but it sometimes felt like it was. When he was younger he had dreamt of being a doctor, but when he had grown older he had realized that he couldn't be, because if he were, he would use his powers to heal every one that came to him. He knew that he couldn't do that, it wasn't that it was so wrong, but in a way it was. Liz had told him that God had a plan. Max didn't really believe in God per say, knowing that he was an alien. But took the advice to heart anyways. Max shook his head, he wouldn't go down that trail, it would lead to thoughts that he didn't really want to think about.

Max looked over at Michael, and hoped that he was ready for this. He wondered if Michael could really lie through his teeth to someone he cared about so much. He didn't have to ponder long though, as the threesome walked into the door, and the doctor excused himself. Lee looked at the two.

"Michael. Hey looks like i got myself into quite a mess here." He said, smiling. "I'm glad to see you Space boy, but i sure would like to know what's going on, the doc says that one moment i was as close to death as a human can get, and then my *sons* show up and i take a turn for the best. The best being that all the injuries that were killing me are gone."

Michael shook his head and sit down in the chair near the bed. "Lee, don't you believed in Miracles? All i know is that i went to see my friends after you dropped me off, and then your on the news, and i bully Max in to bringing me here to see you." Lee squinted at him. "Lee, I'm telling you the truth. I mean, what do I look like? A messiah?" Lee took a breath and then smiled that big friendly smile again.

"I guess your right. I guess it doesn't really matter anyways, I'll just have to send my thanks to the breeze and hope my savior hears them." Max smiled bigger and wished that he could say that he did, but he keep silent.

"So, my *son*." Michael laughed,

"Sorry, i just wanted to make sure that I could get in to see you." Lee nodded. "Alright, then, and I am gong to guess that this is Max."

Michael nodded. "Yup, Max, Lee, Lee, Max." Max walked closer and shook Lees good hand. "Nice to meet you. Thanks, for bringing Michael back." Lee nodded.

"Sure." Max smiled, he could see why Michael like Lee, he was friendly, and Max found him self linking him to. Michael rolled his eyes.

"Your going to have to excuse him, he gets emotional." Max ignored him, it looked like Michaels little scheme had worked... go figure...

~~~

Nick walked down the street, trying to ignore the dull pain in his arm. Couldn't Michael have given him a nice soft landing? He decided that he wouldn't ask him about it, sense he had saved his life and all. Earlier that day he had a strange feeling, like something wasn't working out like it needed to. He had shook it off and went out side, to shoot basket ball when his shoulder reminded him that it was still injured. He decided that maybe a little walk would help him sort out his feelings, though he still wasn't really all that sure what was wrong with them.

He knew that he was happy for Michael, he was home and with his family, but he wished that he hadn't left, as much as his macho feelings hated to admit it, he missed him. He looked up when he realized that he had walked to Michael old house, or was it still his house? Nick wasn't really all that sure, though he doubted it mattered. Tims car wasn't in the drive way, Nick frowned, he didn't think that Tim had to work on Thursday. He should be home. Nick shook his head, he was getting paranoid. Tim was probley hanging out with some buddies or something.

He almost jumped when he heard a door open and slam close. He turned to find the source. A older man, dressed in a sweat suite stood there. Nick wondered why he was wearing a sweat suite in the summer. Though it had yet to get really hot, and it was still coldish in the morning. He shook his head, he probley shouldn't be spending his time pondering peoples fashion sense. Come to think of it, he shouldn't be thinking things like that at all. /I need more sleep./ he decided.

"Hello there, young man." He said. Nick smiled and walked closer.

"Hey." The old man took a step down, and said; "Are you looking for that Tim fellow?" Nick nodded as the old man retrieved a paper from the bottom step.

"Well, he took off this morning sometime, yelling some about going to Roswell, and to watch his house."

"Thanks. Thanks allot sir." Nick said started back across the road. Tim was going to Roswell, he knew where Michael was. This couldn't end well. He needed to warn Michael before it was to late. He was about to turn and run for home when he realized that the Maria girl hadn't left him with a number. All he could do was wait, and hope that Michael would call him.

~~~

Max tossed his keys on the counter as he and Michael walked in. They had stayed until the hospital had kicked them out, and then returned back to Maxs and Max had found that he really did like Lee. They found the rest of the gang pilled on the couch, watching T.V. Max plopped himself down next to Liz, as Maria stood up to stand next to Michael.

"So, you guys did it." Isabel said. Michael frowned.

"Yeah, how did you know." Alex smiled.

"We saw it on the news." Max looked over at him.

"Already?" Alex nodded.

"And," Michael said, "We did it with out anyone becoming the wiser."

"Good, I was hoping that you guys would come home and say that." Isabel said and then looked over at Max, with a side long smile before looking back at Michael. "And Mom and Dad called. They said that they would be gone until Sunday." Max smiled and Michael rolled his eyes.

"Fine, I will stay here. Ga, already, get off my back." Max and Isabel shared a smile that screamed 'we win,'

"Do you guys mind if i borrow your phone? I really need to get a hold of Nick." Max nodded, and he gave Maria's hand a squeeze before walking away. He reached the phone and typed the number in from memory. Nick picked up on the second ring, and sounding kinda rushed as he said hello.

"Hey, its me." Nick sighed in to the phone.

"Thank god Michael! I have been waiting on you to call for nearly five hours!" Michael was starting to get worried.

"What's going on?" He asked.

"It's Tim. He's headed to Roswell, he well be there soon." Michael closed his eyes. Now what was he going to do? They talked for a few more minutes before Michael hung up and walked in to the living room. It was time to tell the others. He was going to need there help, or he would be wished back to Gainesville.

"Guys," He paused till they all looked at him, and Maria frowned at his tone and walked a little closer to him... "We need to talk..."

TBC..

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