Summary: AU, what if Maria was another adopted Evans girl? Max was her
older brother. And Liz found something out that would interest big brother
very much....
Rating: PG
Changes that should be understood in the Roswell universe I have created with this story: This should be taking place, time line wise, I would imagine somewhere around the first season. The differences are, that Maria is Max's sister, an alien as well. Isabel isn't mentioned so far in my story, but she isn't Max's sister.
Special thanks to: Joanie! You will always be my Max! ::Grins::
Disclaimer: I don't own Roswell or any of the characters in it. If I did, the show would still be on air (But that is beside the point).
"Max!" Liz called from over his shoulder and dumped her schoolbooks, on the table he was sitting in front of, causing a loud thud. Placing her hands on either side of the pile, Liz loomed over them and glared, or rather attempted an angry glare at the love of her life. "What did you do?" Liz demanded urgently.
Max looked up at her, not so much startled as surprised. He had never seen this side of Liz before. And his emotions were running away with him, at the sight of her. Not only at the sight of her, but an extra bonus at the sight of her angry, and practically glowing. "What?" He asked meekly, composing himself and centering his thoughts on the current conversation rather than letting them travel off, to how cute Liz looked with that braid falling down her shoulder.
Liz, not easy moved aside by the cute smile on his face, continued hammering at her point. She was on a mission, and by God, she was going to get to the bottom of this. Sliding into the seat opposite of Max, Liz narrowed her eyes at him giving him her full attention and focusing intently on him, which also caused a slight rouge color to dab on her cheeks. "What did you do? Maria and Michael aren't even talking, Max." Liz informed him, then folded her arms over her chest and gave him a 'this is serious' look. "They aren't even bickering. They're just, not talking." Liz told him.
Max blinked.
Once.
Twice.
"What?" He asked in disbelief, he was sure after all the hours they spent locked up in Maria's room they had worked things out. After all, he didn't hear anything crashing or breaking. Not too many shouts either.
Oh, could they have been.? No. Max quickly answered his question. No way, if Maria was angry with Michael that meant that they didn't. Max felt a great relief, settle on his previously tightened up from chest. "I. Didn't do anything." Max lied uselessly.
"Max," Liz said her tone of voice gentler and more sympathetic. He was so cute when he lied. He got this innocent look about him, and Liz kept seeing him as a little boy who should be cuddled and snuggled close and- No. Keep your thoughts on track. "Max, the truth." Liz told him, putting on a hurt look, at the very notion that he would lie to her.
Max sighed and slumped back in his chair, his shoulders sagging. "I walked in on them yesterday."
"In?" Liz repeated her eyebrows shooting up.
"Yeah." Max said and understanding how bad his previous sentence had sounded and the line of thought it might be carrying he rushed forward quickly to correct the situation. "Oh, no, not like that." Max told Liz. "Dad was in the garage and mom was tending to her flowers, so I walked in figuring Michael had already gone home- and I found them making out on the couch." Max confessed, looking like the beaten little puppy suffering from guilt because of it.
"Oh." Liz whispered and thought about it. "Well, that isn't too bad." She whispered trying to find some sort of angle, considering that Max was Maria's brother, as to how this could not be 'too bad', especially after catching your sister making out with your best friend. "What else?" Liz pressed on, she would comfort him later.
"Well, we got into a discussion." Max muttered on.
Liz caught on immediately and narrowed her eyes at him shrewdly, seeing straight through the calm facade. "An argument you mean." Liz corrected him with a friendly warm, but most importantly sympathetic smile on her face.
"Well," Max moved around uncomfortably in his seat, not feeling good about the situation at all. "Are they only not talking?" He asked softly, casting his eyes down at Liz's books.
"Well, no. I kind of noticed Maria and Michael not talking. Indirectly. It wasn't the main thing." Liz explained her voice soft and slightly stammering as she tried to explain a complicated situation to one of the main parties involved.
That caught Max's attention all right. His head shot up and his eyebrows raised up questioningly. "Then what was the main thing?" Max asked hesitantly, his gut feeling telling him he wasn't going to like this at all.
"Well, you see," Liz began, looking almost as uncomfortable about the situation as Max felt. "Maria and I were lab partners today." Liz said as a prologue to her explanation, that judging by how difficult it was for Liz to explain, maybe not so much 'difficult' as embarrassing it would take some time telling.
Max leaned forward and nodding, his eyes dark and soft, reassuring her and silently asking her to go on.
"Well, she went Sam the Butcher on the lab frog." Liz rushed out cryptically looking completely despondent.
Max looked quite confused and very lost. "'Sam the Butcher?'" Max repeated questioningly.
"Sam the Butcher." Liz answered solidly, matter-of-factly, and to the point.
"Who is Sam the Butcher?"
"Never mind." Liz said shaking her head softly, a few loose strands of soft dark brown hair coming loose out of her braid and falling over her face.
"Alright." Max drawled out slowly, then raised a different question. "What is Sam the Butcher?" Max asked sheepishly.
"Uh." Liz looked around, her eyes darting about like a caged animal, sucking in her lower lip, Liz made a slight helpless sound before breaking into giggles. "That's not important right now." Liz whispered casting her lashes down.
Max could except and back off on the subject. For now, he would question her about it later. "So Maria went 'Sam the Butcher' on a frog?" Max asked not understanding how this connected to anything, except for the fact that it was a known thing that Maria hated frogs. Not to mention hated Biology. But most of all, despised dissecting frogs in biology class.
Liz sighed, taking in a deep breath to steel her backbone, Liz felt almost helpless. Couldn't he understand where she was going with this? Deciding that Max for all of him being her best friend, was not her girlfriend, and was a guy who had to be explained things differently to, Liz decided to blurt it out simply. Reaching across the table, she took his hand in hers and passed her thumb over his warm skin. "Max, Maria never dissects frogs. She always for at least 20 minutes gives Mr. Seligman (The Biology teacher) hell about having to do it, and then makes me do it, half a second into the cut she gets faint and runs out of the classroom." Liz explained, knowing these were things that Max probably didn't know, most assuredly didn't care to know, but were non-the less important to her story. "Today however, after Mr. Seligman turned an exasperated look towards Maria waiting for the ritual arguing. Well," Liz began stammering trying to figure out how to explain this. "Maria didn't argue. She picked up the knife and began carving into the little guy." Liz said shuddering at the memory of what happened to the poor -dead- little creature.
Max looked completely lost and confused. This didn't sound anything like the Maria he knew. His sister, his flesh and blood.
Could he have screwed something up that much? But maybe it didn't have anything to do with him. He couldn't see how Liz's story even connected to what had transpired yesterday. "I'm not following." Max confessed, looking at her like a lost little child in need of guidance. He was a leader figure. He was strong. He was decisive and could very easily be headstrong as well, but when it came to girl things, he was just as lost as any other guy. Not catching on to any of the clues Liz was throwing his way. Why did she have to pitter-patter around the subject? Couldn't she just say it directly? Max wondered the smiled at the thought. No, not his Liz she was too sweet and gentle to just blurt something so touchy and important out like that. And besides he enjoyed seeing her fluster and having her close to him. Loving talking to her far too much to care about the labyrinth like turns this conversation was taking. Though he did want to figure out what Liz was driving at.
Liz was exasperated, she decided to act like a guy. Just lay it all out there on the table, to hell with subtlety! "Max, Maria plastered a 'Michael' sticker on the Frog's head and carved him up like Jack the Ripper."
Max's eyes widened as understanding sunk in, along with it that feeling of despair gnawing away in the pit of his stomach. "Oh. This is bad." Max whispered, completely dumbfounded by what he had just been told.
Liz nodded sympathy written on her features and worry ingrained in her eyes. Nibbling nervously on her lower lip, Liz finally after a long silence let out a frustrated sigh. "Max, what are we going to do?"
"What?" Max in shock. Hadn't they (all right he) intervened enough? For the first time in Max's life, he wanted to shake the responsibility off of him.
But his conscious wasn't going to let him do that sadly.
Max groaned in despair, running his fingers through his hair, he tightened his grip on Liz's hand. "I didn't mean for any of this to happen." Max muttered under his breath, then turned large soulful eyes to look into Liz's beautiful orbs. "Got any ideas?" Max asked, suspicion that the beautiful creature in front of him had already plotted this all out.
At the mischief filled look she gave him, Max didn't know if he should break out grinning like a goofy cartoon clown or hide away in a dark corner for fear of his life. Max huffed to himself with thoughtful sarcasm at the whole situation. He thought being an alien, having to hide the secret from everyone, run away from loose FBI agents and trying to find the meaning of their spaceship crashing was hard. Max felt crest fallen, he never imagined how difficult his sister's relationships could be.
Why couldn't she find a normal guy? Michael was Max's best friend, Max loved and trust Michael. but despite the being an alien, which really didn't bother him, seeing as they were all aliens- The guy was just plain not normal and full of issues. Maria just had to go with a guy full of complexities.
This is all Maria's fault.
Of that, Max was certain.
Liz beamed and leaned close, kissing him lightly on the lips before pulling back. Making sure that he was with her and following her, Liz smiled impishly, plotting and scheme shinning brightly like little sequences in her eyes. "Of course I have a plan." She told him simply.
Elsewhere..
Michael leaned against the locker next to Maria's, when he saw her coming down the hall, he pushed away from it. Standing with a sullen expression on his face, Michael was questioning himself why he even started up with this, and further more, why he was even here now.
Bracing himself, Michael watched as Maria came closer, her hips swaying ever so slightly but very seductively. She looked nice with the red mini ski- Michael. Get a grip. He ordered himself in a solider like fashion.
"Hey." Michael greeted nonchalantly.
Maria spared him a dismissing glance. "Good bye." Maria said and turned to her locker, only to find Michael blocking her way. "Move away." Maria told him, feeling the temper flaring inside of her.
"Maria, what is your problem?" Michael demanded angrily, this was definitely not the way he saw things working out.
Maria drew in a shocked breath and glared up at him, her lower jaw falling open slightly. "Michael, how daft are you!?" Maria asked her voice rising dangerously. Pushing him roughly to the side, Maria approached her locker, playing around with the combination of the lock, she stopped in the middle and turned on her heal to face him. "If this is your form of an apology, I suggest you go read a book- ANY book. I'm sure you'll be able to find there what the correct criteria's for an apology are." Maria snapped at him, before pulling her locker door open and adequately blocking the view of Michael from her.
Michael wanted to growl. She was probably the must infuriating person in the school, no, scratch that, in all of Roswell. Why of all people, did he have to chose- Michael shook his head and slammed Maria's locker door shut. "You know what? Forget about it. I didn't come here to apologize for ruining your little fantasy-" Michael was cut off abruptly, by the fiery glow in Maria's eyes.
"Fantasy!?" Maria demanded rather loudly, causing the few stray people still roaming the halls to turn around and look at them. "You know what, Michael?" Maria asked stepping right up to him, her eyes narrowed and if looks could kill, Michael would've died a thousand painful deaths in the few seconds she took as a breaker between sentences to breath. "If you were the last. Anything. On any plant, I would let the species die out." Maria said then turned away only to turn back to him.
Looming above her from his 6'1" height down at her 5'4", Michael glared down at her before rolling his eyes. "Maria, what do you want from me?" Michael hissed in low tones, not enjoying the attention they were getting at all. He slowly began to realize that he should have done this somewhere more private.
Maria was the epitome of Shakespeare's description of a woman scorned, and the fury of hell not standing a chance against her. "From you Michael? Nothing."
Michael just stood there not knowing if he should dent the lockers to his right with his fist or shake some sense into Maria, or just plain kiss her and make their way over to the eraser room. Instead, Michael decided non-of the above and to be stand offish. Letting out an actual growl of frustration, Michael threw his hands up in the air in surrender. "You know what Maria? I give up! I really do!" Michael yelled at her and stormed away walking in the opposite direction, pushing some geek out of his way.
Staring after him, Maria had a gloating satisfied smirk on her face. "That's it Evans. Make him suffer." Maria said to herself proudly, as she turned on her heal, with a jump in her step and walked in the opposite direction of Michael's retreat. "A lot."
*~* And the plot thickens. Please review!*~*
Rating: PG
Changes that should be understood in the Roswell universe I have created with this story: This should be taking place, time line wise, I would imagine somewhere around the first season. The differences are, that Maria is Max's sister, an alien as well. Isabel isn't mentioned so far in my story, but she isn't Max's sister.
Special thanks to: Joanie! You will always be my Max! ::Grins::
Disclaimer: I don't own Roswell or any of the characters in it. If I did, the show would still be on air (But that is beside the point).
"Max!" Liz called from over his shoulder and dumped her schoolbooks, on the table he was sitting in front of, causing a loud thud. Placing her hands on either side of the pile, Liz loomed over them and glared, or rather attempted an angry glare at the love of her life. "What did you do?" Liz demanded urgently.
Max looked up at her, not so much startled as surprised. He had never seen this side of Liz before. And his emotions were running away with him, at the sight of her. Not only at the sight of her, but an extra bonus at the sight of her angry, and practically glowing. "What?" He asked meekly, composing himself and centering his thoughts on the current conversation rather than letting them travel off, to how cute Liz looked with that braid falling down her shoulder.
Liz, not easy moved aside by the cute smile on his face, continued hammering at her point. She was on a mission, and by God, she was going to get to the bottom of this. Sliding into the seat opposite of Max, Liz narrowed her eyes at him giving him her full attention and focusing intently on him, which also caused a slight rouge color to dab on her cheeks. "What did you do? Maria and Michael aren't even talking, Max." Liz informed him, then folded her arms over her chest and gave him a 'this is serious' look. "They aren't even bickering. They're just, not talking." Liz told him.
Max blinked.
Once.
Twice.
"What?" He asked in disbelief, he was sure after all the hours they spent locked up in Maria's room they had worked things out. After all, he didn't hear anything crashing or breaking. Not too many shouts either.
Oh, could they have been.? No. Max quickly answered his question. No way, if Maria was angry with Michael that meant that they didn't. Max felt a great relief, settle on his previously tightened up from chest. "I. Didn't do anything." Max lied uselessly.
"Max," Liz said her tone of voice gentler and more sympathetic. He was so cute when he lied. He got this innocent look about him, and Liz kept seeing him as a little boy who should be cuddled and snuggled close and- No. Keep your thoughts on track. "Max, the truth." Liz told him, putting on a hurt look, at the very notion that he would lie to her.
Max sighed and slumped back in his chair, his shoulders sagging. "I walked in on them yesterday."
"In?" Liz repeated her eyebrows shooting up.
"Yeah." Max said and understanding how bad his previous sentence had sounded and the line of thought it might be carrying he rushed forward quickly to correct the situation. "Oh, no, not like that." Max told Liz. "Dad was in the garage and mom was tending to her flowers, so I walked in figuring Michael had already gone home- and I found them making out on the couch." Max confessed, looking like the beaten little puppy suffering from guilt because of it.
"Oh." Liz whispered and thought about it. "Well, that isn't too bad." She whispered trying to find some sort of angle, considering that Max was Maria's brother, as to how this could not be 'too bad', especially after catching your sister making out with your best friend. "What else?" Liz pressed on, she would comfort him later.
"Well, we got into a discussion." Max muttered on.
Liz caught on immediately and narrowed her eyes at him shrewdly, seeing straight through the calm facade. "An argument you mean." Liz corrected him with a friendly warm, but most importantly sympathetic smile on her face.
"Well," Max moved around uncomfortably in his seat, not feeling good about the situation at all. "Are they only not talking?" He asked softly, casting his eyes down at Liz's books.
"Well, no. I kind of noticed Maria and Michael not talking. Indirectly. It wasn't the main thing." Liz explained her voice soft and slightly stammering as she tried to explain a complicated situation to one of the main parties involved.
That caught Max's attention all right. His head shot up and his eyebrows raised up questioningly. "Then what was the main thing?" Max asked hesitantly, his gut feeling telling him he wasn't going to like this at all.
"Well, you see," Liz began, looking almost as uncomfortable about the situation as Max felt. "Maria and I were lab partners today." Liz said as a prologue to her explanation, that judging by how difficult it was for Liz to explain, maybe not so much 'difficult' as embarrassing it would take some time telling.
Max leaned forward and nodding, his eyes dark and soft, reassuring her and silently asking her to go on.
"Well, she went Sam the Butcher on the lab frog." Liz rushed out cryptically looking completely despondent.
Max looked quite confused and very lost. "'Sam the Butcher?'" Max repeated questioningly.
"Sam the Butcher." Liz answered solidly, matter-of-factly, and to the point.
"Who is Sam the Butcher?"
"Never mind." Liz said shaking her head softly, a few loose strands of soft dark brown hair coming loose out of her braid and falling over her face.
"Alright." Max drawled out slowly, then raised a different question. "What is Sam the Butcher?" Max asked sheepishly.
"Uh." Liz looked around, her eyes darting about like a caged animal, sucking in her lower lip, Liz made a slight helpless sound before breaking into giggles. "That's not important right now." Liz whispered casting her lashes down.
Max could except and back off on the subject. For now, he would question her about it later. "So Maria went 'Sam the Butcher' on a frog?" Max asked not understanding how this connected to anything, except for the fact that it was a known thing that Maria hated frogs. Not to mention hated Biology. But most of all, despised dissecting frogs in biology class.
Liz sighed, taking in a deep breath to steel her backbone, Liz felt almost helpless. Couldn't he understand where she was going with this? Deciding that Max for all of him being her best friend, was not her girlfriend, and was a guy who had to be explained things differently to, Liz decided to blurt it out simply. Reaching across the table, she took his hand in hers and passed her thumb over his warm skin. "Max, Maria never dissects frogs. She always for at least 20 minutes gives Mr. Seligman (The Biology teacher) hell about having to do it, and then makes me do it, half a second into the cut she gets faint and runs out of the classroom." Liz explained, knowing these were things that Max probably didn't know, most assuredly didn't care to know, but were non-the less important to her story. "Today however, after Mr. Seligman turned an exasperated look towards Maria waiting for the ritual arguing. Well," Liz began stammering trying to figure out how to explain this. "Maria didn't argue. She picked up the knife and began carving into the little guy." Liz said shuddering at the memory of what happened to the poor -dead- little creature.
Max looked completely lost and confused. This didn't sound anything like the Maria he knew. His sister, his flesh and blood.
Could he have screwed something up that much? But maybe it didn't have anything to do with him. He couldn't see how Liz's story even connected to what had transpired yesterday. "I'm not following." Max confessed, looking at her like a lost little child in need of guidance. He was a leader figure. He was strong. He was decisive and could very easily be headstrong as well, but when it came to girl things, he was just as lost as any other guy. Not catching on to any of the clues Liz was throwing his way. Why did she have to pitter-patter around the subject? Couldn't she just say it directly? Max wondered the smiled at the thought. No, not his Liz she was too sweet and gentle to just blurt something so touchy and important out like that. And besides he enjoyed seeing her fluster and having her close to him. Loving talking to her far too much to care about the labyrinth like turns this conversation was taking. Though he did want to figure out what Liz was driving at.
Liz was exasperated, she decided to act like a guy. Just lay it all out there on the table, to hell with subtlety! "Max, Maria plastered a 'Michael' sticker on the Frog's head and carved him up like Jack the Ripper."
Max's eyes widened as understanding sunk in, along with it that feeling of despair gnawing away in the pit of his stomach. "Oh. This is bad." Max whispered, completely dumbfounded by what he had just been told.
Liz nodded sympathy written on her features and worry ingrained in her eyes. Nibbling nervously on her lower lip, Liz finally after a long silence let out a frustrated sigh. "Max, what are we going to do?"
"What?" Max in shock. Hadn't they (all right he) intervened enough? For the first time in Max's life, he wanted to shake the responsibility off of him.
But his conscious wasn't going to let him do that sadly.
Max groaned in despair, running his fingers through his hair, he tightened his grip on Liz's hand. "I didn't mean for any of this to happen." Max muttered under his breath, then turned large soulful eyes to look into Liz's beautiful orbs. "Got any ideas?" Max asked, suspicion that the beautiful creature in front of him had already plotted this all out.
At the mischief filled look she gave him, Max didn't know if he should break out grinning like a goofy cartoon clown or hide away in a dark corner for fear of his life. Max huffed to himself with thoughtful sarcasm at the whole situation. He thought being an alien, having to hide the secret from everyone, run away from loose FBI agents and trying to find the meaning of their spaceship crashing was hard. Max felt crest fallen, he never imagined how difficult his sister's relationships could be.
Why couldn't she find a normal guy? Michael was Max's best friend, Max loved and trust Michael. but despite the being an alien, which really didn't bother him, seeing as they were all aliens- The guy was just plain not normal and full of issues. Maria just had to go with a guy full of complexities.
This is all Maria's fault.
Of that, Max was certain.
Liz beamed and leaned close, kissing him lightly on the lips before pulling back. Making sure that he was with her and following her, Liz smiled impishly, plotting and scheme shinning brightly like little sequences in her eyes. "Of course I have a plan." She told him simply.
Elsewhere..
Michael leaned against the locker next to Maria's, when he saw her coming down the hall, he pushed away from it. Standing with a sullen expression on his face, Michael was questioning himself why he even started up with this, and further more, why he was even here now.
Bracing himself, Michael watched as Maria came closer, her hips swaying ever so slightly but very seductively. She looked nice with the red mini ski- Michael. Get a grip. He ordered himself in a solider like fashion.
"Hey." Michael greeted nonchalantly.
Maria spared him a dismissing glance. "Good bye." Maria said and turned to her locker, only to find Michael blocking her way. "Move away." Maria told him, feeling the temper flaring inside of her.
"Maria, what is your problem?" Michael demanded angrily, this was definitely not the way he saw things working out.
Maria drew in a shocked breath and glared up at him, her lower jaw falling open slightly. "Michael, how daft are you!?" Maria asked her voice rising dangerously. Pushing him roughly to the side, Maria approached her locker, playing around with the combination of the lock, she stopped in the middle and turned on her heal to face him. "If this is your form of an apology, I suggest you go read a book- ANY book. I'm sure you'll be able to find there what the correct criteria's for an apology are." Maria snapped at him, before pulling her locker door open and adequately blocking the view of Michael from her.
Michael wanted to growl. She was probably the must infuriating person in the school, no, scratch that, in all of Roswell. Why of all people, did he have to chose- Michael shook his head and slammed Maria's locker door shut. "You know what? Forget about it. I didn't come here to apologize for ruining your little fantasy-" Michael was cut off abruptly, by the fiery glow in Maria's eyes.
"Fantasy!?" Maria demanded rather loudly, causing the few stray people still roaming the halls to turn around and look at them. "You know what, Michael?" Maria asked stepping right up to him, her eyes narrowed and if looks could kill, Michael would've died a thousand painful deaths in the few seconds she took as a breaker between sentences to breath. "If you were the last. Anything. On any plant, I would let the species die out." Maria said then turned away only to turn back to him.
Looming above her from his 6'1" height down at her 5'4", Michael glared down at her before rolling his eyes. "Maria, what do you want from me?" Michael hissed in low tones, not enjoying the attention they were getting at all. He slowly began to realize that he should have done this somewhere more private.
Maria was the epitome of Shakespeare's description of a woman scorned, and the fury of hell not standing a chance against her. "From you Michael? Nothing."
Michael just stood there not knowing if he should dent the lockers to his right with his fist or shake some sense into Maria, or just plain kiss her and make their way over to the eraser room. Instead, Michael decided non-of the above and to be stand offish. Letting out an actual growl of frustration, Michael threw his hands up in the air in surrender. "You know what Maria? I give up! I really do!" Michael yelled at her and stormed away walking in the opposite direction, pushing some geek out of his way.
Staring after him, Maria had a gloating satisfied smirk on her face. "That's it Evans. Make him suffer." Maria said to herself proudly, as she turned on her heal, with a jump in her step and walked in the opposite direction of Michael's retreat. "A lot."
*~* And the plot thickens. Please review!*~*