Title: Cold in Alaska
Author: Me
Summary: This story is my take on 'Cry Your Name' and the episodes
following it. It follows Liz and how she deals with the loss of Alex. This
will be somewhat dreamer based although it won't seem like it at first.
Read and enjoy!
Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing so leave me alone.
A/N: This is my first real fan fic! Write feed back please you don't have
to be nice, just write what you think I won't be angry. I'll post more as
soon as I can.
Chapter 1
I'll Keep It With Mine
It's true. What they say about stars. How most of the stars you see aren't
even there anymore, how they died long ago but we just can't tell. That's
how I feel. The whole thing with future Max seemed like the end for me.
Like that was it, I was done. But I had no idea. It just doesn't compare to
what I feel now.
Liz was staring at the van as her friends left. It seemed unreal to her. It
just didn't make sense, it couldn't make sense. She needed it to not make
sense. So she continued staring at the van, waiting for the nightmare to
end.
"Liz?" Max spoke softly "Liz are you ok?"
Without breaking her gaze she spoke "Go after her Max" her voice sounded
strange even to her. Like someone else was saying it.
"Liz please."
"You should go after her Max" Tess cut in. And with that he and Tess turned
and went after Isabel. And Liz stayed. She felt safer this way. Alone. But
she was suddenly overcome by the need to see her friend. Her mind coming up
with excuses for this whole incident. Maybe Max was wrong, maybe that's not
even Alex. Someone really should make sure. Why shouldn't it be her? Not
turning her eyes away from the van, she almost felt like she couldn't. Like
it would be wrong. She started walking towards the van. Slowly at first,
then she broke into a sprint. She needed to make sure. She reached for the
handle and pulled open the door, she stepped inside and closed it behind
her. Kneeling next to the body bag she slowly unzipped it and peeled back
the plastic.
"No." the single word left her body more like a sigh then real speech. And
with that final sigh everything seemed to leave her. She leaned forward
kissed his forehead and zipped the bag back up. A single tear slipped down
her face, and she left. She slowly walked to the park leaving everything
that was real and alive back in that van with her best friend. She reached
the park and sat in on a bench. Her brain trying to make sense of this.
this tragedy. This wasn't right, this isn't right. But after what seemed
like hours of trying to convince herself it wasn't true, she gave in.
"Alex is dead"
Author: Me
Summary: This story is my take on 'Cry Your Name' and the episodes
following it. It follows Liz and how she deals with the loss of Alex. This
will be somewhat dreamer based although it won't seem like it at first.
Read and enjoy!
Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing so leave me alone.
A/N: This is my first real fan fic! Write feed back please you don't have
to be nice, just write what you think I won't be angry. I'll post more as
soon as I can.
Chapter 1
I'll Keep It With Mine
It's true. What they say about stars. How most of the stars you see aren't
even there anymore, how they died long ago but we just can't tell. That's
how I feel. The whole thing with future Max seemed like the end for me.
Like that was it, I was done. But I had no idea. It just doesn't compare to
what I feel now.
Liz was staring at the van as her friends left. It seemed unreal to her. It
just didn't make sense, it couldn't make sense. She needed it to not make
sense. So she continued staring at the van, waiting for the nightmare to
end.
"Liz?" Max spoke softly "Liz are you ok?"
Without breaking her gaze she spoke "Go after her Max" her voice sounded
strange even to her. Like someone else was saying it.
"Liz please."
"You should go after her Max" Tess cut in. And with that he and Tess turned
and went after Isabel. And Liz stayed. She felt safer this way. Alone. But
she was suddenly overcome by the need to see her friend. Her mind coming up
with excuses for this whole incident. Maybe Max was wrong, maybe that's not
even Alex. Someone really should make sure. Why shouldn't it be her? Not
turning her eyes away from the van, she almost felt like she couldn't. Like
it would be wrong. She started walking towards the van. Slowly at first,
then she broke into a sprint. She needed to make sure. She reached for the
handle and pulled open the door, she stepped inside and closed it behind
her. Kneeling next to the body bag she slowly unzipped it and peeled back
the plastic.
"No." the single word left her body more like a sigh then real speech. And
with that final sigh everything seemed to leave her. She leaned forward
kissed his forehead and zipped the bag back up. A single tear slipped down
her face, and she left. She slowly walked to the park leaving everything
that was real and alive back in that van with her best friend. She reached
the park and sat in on a bench. Her brain trying to make sense of this.
this tragedy. This wasn't right, this isn't right. But after what seemed
like hours of trying to convince herself it wasn't true, she gave in.
"Alex is dead"