Category: AU M/L
Summary: AU story based on a song I have liked for a long time, but with a different twist. Liz didn't grow up in Roswell and has been living in foster homes as long as she can remember.
Disclaimer: Jason Katims owns everything Roswell…come on now if I owned it would I be writing fanfic??? Also I don't own the song either, it's "Two beds and a coffee machine" by Savage Garden. I'm just borrowing this stuff and I'll put it back when I'm done I promise. Oh and I created the characters of Abby, Charlotte, and Frank who are loosely based on characters in the song and people I know.
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Thanks: To my oh so wonderful beta Elise –you rock! To everyone who left reviews, I reallyappreciate it.
A/N: the italics indicate thought, also song lyrics.
EXTRA NOTE ! ! ! - - - the first post of the last chapter (Ch. 4) did not post correctly….sorry please re-read the end.
Liz awoke to sunlight streaming through the gaps in the curtains. She looked over at the clock on the nightstand…7:30…still early. The girls would most likely sleep for another few hours considering what had happened.
She slowly made her way to the small dingy bathroom, removed her clothes, and stepped into the steaming hot shower. She just stood there for a minute, letting the hot water hit her. As her body started to shake, she realized that she was crying. She had never cried when Frank hit her. She didn't want to give him the satisfaction. But this time there was no one to see and she couldn't hold it in any longer.
When the shaking finally subsided, Liz straightened up and grabbed the soap, trying to make herself presentable. She still had no idea what her final destination was. Maybe I'll be able to think better after a cup of coffee.
She remembered passing a small alien-themed café last night and figured that would most likely be her best shot at a hot cup of coffee. She wrote a note for Charlotte, who could read, and pulled her purse out of her backpack.
A few minutes later she was standing in front of the 'Crashdown Café.' How corny can these people be? she laughed to herself. When she opened the door, she heard another bell. Paranoid much? Apparently she wasn't the only one who noticed the bell as a girl, about her age, with blonde hair and wearing a green dress and antennae, and a dark-haired boy sitting at the counter, both turned to look at her. Liz immediately looked down at the floor and took a seat at the counter, a few seats away from the dark-haired boy. He looked over at her just as she looked up. Their eyes met for a second until she suddenly looked away. "Hi," he said, smiling shyly at her.
"Hi," she answered quietly.
"Are you new in town? I don't think I've seen you here before…and I'm here all the time…I work at the UFO center across the street…" he said, pointing.
"Well, I'm just passing through," she started, but was interrupted by the blonde waitress from earlier.
"Hey Evans, you better quit scaring off all my customers or start leaving better tips," the girl said jokingly, then turned to Liz. "Hi, I'm Maria. Don't mind him, he's usually so quiet—I don't know what's gotten into him this morning."
The boy blushed and stammered, "Jeez Maria, I was just trying to be nice." He turned to look at Liz again, reaching his hand out to her. "I guess we haven't been properly introduced have we? I'm Max Evans and my ever friendly waitress here is Maria Deluca."
"Liz Campbell," she replied, using the alias she had been using since entering Roswell, and reaching out to shake his hand. Somehow their eyes met again and they both just stared for a moment.
TBC
And she takes another step
Slowly she opens the door
Check that he is sleeping
Pick up all the broken glass
And furniture on the floor
Been up half the night screaming
Now it's time to get away
Pack up the kids in the car
Another bruise to try and hide
Another alibi to write
Another ditch in the road
You keep moving
Another stop sign
You keep moving on
And the years go by so fast
Wonder how I ever made it through
And there are children to think of
Baby's asleep in the back seat
Wonder how they'll ever make it through this living nightmare
But the mind is an amazing thing
Full of candy dreams and new toys and another cheap hotel
Two beds and a coffee machine
But there are groceries to buy
And she knows she'll have to go home
Another ditch in the road
You keep moving
Another stop sign
You keep moving on
And the years go by so fast
Wonder how I ever made it through
Another bruise to try and hide
Another alibi to write
Another lonely highway in the black of the night
But there's hope in the darkness
You know you're going to make it
Another ditch in the road
You keep moving
Another stop sign
You keep moving on
And the years go by so fast
Silent fortress built to last
Wonder how I ever made it through
