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.
Thanks: To my beta Elise-who has been with me on this story from the beginning and Lauren for allowing me to spoil her and discuss 'where it's all going.' I couldn't do it without you guys. To everyone who left reviews, I appreciate it so much.
Feedback: Okay I said I wouldn't beg—but I lied…Please Please Please leave feedback!
Distribution: I would be flattered if anyone wants to post this story somewhere else, just let me know first okay?
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. Think about it.
Extra note: * Ack * Soooooo sorry that it took me this long to get a new chapter. The past two weeks have been hell for me. I applaud your patience if you are still reading this.
The Crashdown turned out to be a lot like the last diner Liz had worked at, with the exception of the strange names they had for the food. Will Smith Burger? Blood of Alien Smoothie? This place is almost as strange as the customers…she thought.
The customers were the really strange part. They were tourists mostly, all asking her if she knew anything about the crash or if she had seen any aliens. They looked so disappointed when they found out she was new to town. Maria assured her that they were completely harmless, but that if she wanted to make some real money in tips, she needed to come up with her own 'alien encounter' story.
Liz almost couldn't believe how well behaved the girls were, more like angels than their usual selves. They had the entire staff wrapped around their little fingers by lunchtime.
Business quickly picked up around the lunch hour. Apparently, the locals actually liked the food at the Crashdown. The girls were ushered to the break room and Liz was kept busy for a while with the customers.
"What can I get for you?" she asked automatically without looking up at her next table.
"Galaxy Sub and a Cherry Coke please," a familiar voice said.
Liz looked up quickly. "Max, I didn't see you come in…"
"Yeah, well you looked busy so I didn't want to interrupt you or anything."
Just then, the bells above the door jingled loudly and a tall blonde stepped inside. She quickly scanned the room and stopped when her eyes locked on Max.
Liz saw the girl start towards them and quickly stuffed her order pad into her apron saying, "I better put that order in for you."
"Liz wait," Max said, but she was already gone and didn't hear him.
The blonde stopped in front of the table, hands on her hips. "Max," she said, "you had better be planning on telling me the truth about where you were last night 'cause I know that line you fed Mom and Dad about being over at Michael's was a lie."
"Calm down Izzy," he said, as she slid into the seat across the booth from him.
"Calm down? Calm down? Max you didn't come home. You're supposed to be the responsible one in the group. What could have possibly kept you out all night?"
"I was helping a friend who just needed someone to talk to and it was late and I fell asleep on the couch. End of story."
"Oh you are not getting off that easy…and since when do we have friends Max? I thought we weren't supposed to get close to anyone," she said, exasperated.
"Since yesterday and jeez Michael already gave me the third degree about this Izzy, I don't need it from you too. It's not like I plan on broadcasting our secret okay?"
"I can't believe you Max. So…who is this friend?"
Liz picked that exact moment to return with Max's food. "Galaxy Sub and a Cherry Coke. Can I get you anything else?" she asked as she set his food on the table.
"Um…yeah, could you possibly bring me some Tabasco sauce?" he asked.
"Sure, I'll be right back," she said, turning to leave.
"Hey Liz…"
"Yeah?" she asked, stopping and turning back towards them.
"Liz, I'd like you to meet my sister Isabel. Izzy," he said turning to his sister, "this is Liz. She's new to town and obviously the new waitress at the Crashdown."
Liz was about to extend her hand to the other girl, but the look on Isabel's face stopped her. "Nice to meet you," she said, busying herself with her order pad. "Can I get you anything?"
"Just some water," Isabel replied coolly.
"Okay well, I'm going to go and get that for you…and your Tabasco," Liz said, scurrying back to the counter.
"So I see you met the Ice Queen," Maria said, coming up behind Liz and putting a tray down on the counter.
"Who?"
"Isabel Evans. Miss Popularity. The Ice Queen. Do I need to go on?"
"She seemed…nice," Liz said hesitantly.
"Nice? Ha. I've met nicer piranhas. Just watch yourself around her," Maria said, grabbing several drinks and walking back to her tables.
Liz looked up as she again heard the bells. A tall middle-aged man with a cowboy hat and dark glasses entered the Crashdown. She noticed that he had on a leather jacket with a badge on the shoulder. The local sheriff? This could be bad…
"Uh…Maria, I have to…um…use the bathroom. I'll be right back," she said, making a beeline for the break room and being careful not to look directly at the sheriff.
"Okay," Maria said, slightly wondering about Liz's odd behavior.
Across the room Max hurriedly quieted his still ranting sister. "Hey calm down. Our favorite sheriff just made an appearance."
They both looked down at the table, hoping to look inconspicuous, but ending up looking a little silly.
What is up with everyone today? Maria thought, as she observed the two teens. Must be something in the water…
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
