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.
Feedback: Okay I said I wouldn't beg—but I lied…Please Please Please leave feedback!
Thanks: To my oh so wonderful beta Elise –you rock! To everyone who left reviews, I appreciate it so much.
A/N: the italics indicate thought, also song lyrics. I'm really beginning to see that this is going to be one long twisted story. For everyone who has been asking questions, they only hint I will give is – some things are meant to happen.
"Excuse me?!? Hello?!? Are you guys in there?" Maria said waving her hands around. Liz dropped Max's hand and nervously looked away. What was I doing? Acting all goofy because of some guy? One I just met for that matter…
"I'm sorry I just need some coffee and then I have to be on my way…" Liz said quickly.
"Alrighty, well I'll go get that for you then," Maria said, walking towards the coffee machine. "Here you go," she said, placing a cup of steaming coffee in front of Liz.
"Oh…uh…How much do I owe you?" Liz said, starting to dig through her purse, looking for some money.
"A dollar fifteen."
"I got it," Max said, pulling two dollars out of his pocket. "And keep the change for your tip."
"You don't have to do that. I have money...I swear," Liz said, still digging in her purse.
"Really, it's okay. Don't worry about it. Its just coffee. Besides, it will get Maria off my back about her tips for now," he replied.
"In your dreams Evans," Maria said, walking away.
"So where are you headed Liz?" Max asked.
"What?" Liz said, a little confused.
"You mentioned you were passing through before. I was just wondering where you were headed," he explained.
"I really haven't figured it out just yet."
"Well, aren't the Parkers looking for some help around here Maria?"
"Yeah I think I heard them say something like that," Maria said.
"And I could help you look for an apartment that wouldn't be too expensive. So what do you say Liz? Why don't you stay in Roswell?" Max asked.
"I guess I don't have any better options right now…"
"That's the spirit Liz," he said, turning towards where Maria was standing behind the counter. "Hey Maria, is Mr. Parker around?"
"I'll go look," she said, sighing exaggeratedly as she headed for the office. She emerged a moment later with Jeff Parker, the owner of the Crashdown. "Mr. Parker, this is Liz. She heard we might be looking for another waitress around here and for some reason she is interested," Maria explained, in her rather sarcastic way.
"Thanks Maria. Actually Liz, one of my servers quit yesterday, so I am in need of some help. When can you start?" Mr. Parker asked politely.
"Tomorrow?"
"Sounds great. The uniforms are in the back and Maria can help you with that. So I'll see you tomorrow around 11 a.m.?"
"Yes sir, thank you so much. I really appreciate this."
"Hey you're the one helping me out. I'll see you tomorrow," Mr. Parker said as he went back to his office.
"So when do you want to start apartment hunting Liz?" Max asked.
"Actually, could I meet you back here a little later? I have something I need to take care of. Like around two or so?"
"Sure thing Liz," Max replied, sounding a little disappointed.
"Oh Liz, the uniform!" Maria suddenly remembered.
"I almost forgot, thanks."
When they got to the back room, Maria opened a utility closet pulling out a green dress, silver apron, and a pair of antennae.
"I hope you can fit into a small cause that's all we have right now," Maria said, handing Liz her uniform.
"It's fine, thanks," Liz said quietly.
"I'll see you tomorrow then," Maria said as she walked back into the diner.
Oh no, I forgot about the girls! What am I going to do with them while I'm at work?
"Mr. Parker?" she asked, poking her head into his office. "Um...sir, my sisters are staying with me and I don't have anywhere for them to go while I am here at work...do you think that they could come here for a few days until I find a sitter?"
"As long as they stay out of trouble," he said.
"Thank you so much again…I mean it…you saved me."
"Hey Liz," Maria said, popping her head back into the backroom. "You get locker number five, by the way."
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
