"Phillip, they have a right to know. You should tell them!"
"I know, but I just can't! Max gave up Zan because he wanted him to have a normal life. If he knows the truth about Max, it would turn his world upside down, like it did with us. Max is happy knowing that where ever Zan is, he's safe, away from all this alien nonsense."
"And if he comes back? Max is going to find out, we both know that!"
"They're leaving in two weeks, plus Zan seemed so upset, I doubt that he'll come back."
Max waked in through the back door with Michael, Maria and Liz in pursuit. He saw the strain on his mothers face and looked concerned.
"What's going on? Is everything all right?"
"Yeah, fine. We were just arguing about what to have for dinner. Any thoughts?"
"Sorry. We all decided to go out for Chinese. Looks like you'll have to keep arguing."
"Max, when did u say your sister was arriving?"
"Um, not sure. Sometime next week. She wasn't very specific on the details."
"Oh, okay then."
"Mum, I'm sure she'll call. Any way, we have to go." Max lent over to kiss his mums cheek. "We'll bring you something home just in case you're still in conflict when we get back."
"Thanks honey!"
Max turned around and joined the other three walking out the door.
"Phillip, I can't lie to my son!"
"He's not your son! He's not even from this planet Diane!"
"He was raised our son, he will always be our son! Max never asked to be who he is, but don't you think he's trying?" She turned around and sat down at the table trying to calm herself. "Phillip, don't you think there's a reason why after all this time Zan came looking for them? Maybe something happened to him, something he can't explain but they can?"
"Diane, I understand what your saying, I do, but we cant tell them. It could spark something that could have the FBI here in Roswell in no time. They're barely safe as it is now. Please, just trust me on this one?"
She stood up and walked out of the kitchen into their lounge room, saying nothing more. Phillip knew what she was feeling. He felt it to, yet his gut felt that this was the right thing to do.
Max sat across from Liz, who was sitting next to Maria with Michael across from her. Underneath the table was Liz's foot, rubbing the inside of Max's thigh. Michael looked up from his dinner and saw the cheeky looks on their faces.
"Can you two stop? A) It's a public place, and B) Its been fifteen year, give it a rest already!"
"Just because you and Maria…"
"Don't even think about finishing that sentence Maxwell! And Liz please, for the love of all that holy and good, save it for the bedroom?"
"Michael, let them have their fun. If they want to act immature and get us kicked out then fine, its their choice!"
"I can't believe your taking their side?"
"Um, I think she was actually making a mockery of us!"
"She's exactly right Spaceboy, I wasn't taking their side! What's gotten into you anyway?"
"Nothing. I don't feel so good. I think I'm just gonna go back to the motel. Thanks guys. I'll see you tomorrow or something."
Michael stood up and left the restaurant with Maria staring after him.
"Maria, go!"
"Are you sure?"
"Its what you always do, what should change now?"
"Thanks! I'll see you later!"
Maria literally jumped up and ran after grabbing her bag. When she reached outside, Michael was already a fair way down the street. Maria was about to run after him but her feet wouldn't move. She looked across the road to see a couple sitting on a park bench with their backs to her. The boys back looked strangely familiar. She turned her head back to the restaurant to make sure she was not seeing things and saw that Max and Liz were still being immature at the same table they were left at. She rotated her head back to the park to see the couple walking away holding hands. Maria was trying to put the puzzle together when she heard a decipherable voice behind her.
"Aren't you supposed to be following me, instead of standing here?"
"What? Michael! Um yeah, sorry, wait, what? Following you?"
"Maria, we've been married for over a decade, I know you! You always come after me. To this day I'm still not quite sure why, but its what you do! So I'm going to start walking again, and I expect you to come running!"
"Yeah, what ever Spaceboy!"
Max and Liz walked into their bedroom and Max sat on the bed, motioning for Liz to come over. She walked over and stood between his legs as he kissed her lips softly.
"Sorry about Michael before. You know how he gets sometimes. I think its partly because we're back here and there are some bad memories for him."
"Max, you shouldn't have to apologise for him. We've lived with him for what seems like a million years, I know how he is!"
"Sorry, habit! You talk about the million years as if they were a bad thing!"
"Not all were bad!"
Liz lent over and her lips met his. She could feel his hands on her back, teasing her skin with his soft touch. Max slid back on the bed and pulled Liz on top of him.
"You always had away of making my room feel so, beautiful!"
"Are you trying to get laid by sweet talking me Mr Evans?"
"Maybe!"
"You were always the charmer!"
With this Max rolled on top of her and started undoing her shirt.
Liz giggled as Max kissed her neck. They both knew they had to be quiet, but neither wanted to.
Max woke in the morning and looked at the blanket which was barely covering him. He rolled over to find Liz asleep, wrapped in the blanket that he so little of. He tried to pull some out of her clutches with out disturbing her rest, but failed. He watched the sunlight from the window on her skin as she stirred.
"Morning!"
"Hmm…morning!"
Max lent over Liz and gave her a kiss on her forehead, whilst grabbing a corner of the blanket. As he rolled onto his back, he lightly pulled half the blanket away from the body next to him. Liz rolled over and rested her head on his chest.
"You know, if you wanted some blanket, all you had to do was ask!"
"But you looked so peaceful sleeping. I didn't want to wake you."
"Too late!"
"Yeah. What are you doing today?"
"Um, hanging out with Maria. Why?"
"Are you free for a late lunch?"
"What? What are you planning?"
"It's a surprise! Just be ready at two!"
"Where are we going?"
"Wouldn't you like to know!?"
Max hopped out bed and walked into the living room. Liz lay on her back smiling and wondering what he was up to.
"Wanna go for a drive?"
"Where to?"
Zan and Charlie sat on the same table as last night in the park. Zan studied the way that she took in the world around her. He didn't understand why she was here. Why she would want to associate herself with someone like him, let alone date. Back home, they were never officially going out, but they both knew that deep down inside its what they wanted, to be wrapped in each other with nothing else in the world. But Zan wouldn't allow it. Every time he would let himself slip, every time he kissed her out of pure lust, thoughts came rushing into his head. Thoughts of what would happen to her if they pursued this, if they gave into angst, if they gave into love. Zan loved her. He had never told Charlie this to her face, but she knew it, and she loved him in return. He's thoughts came crashing down as a familiar voice pulled him out of his own world, and back into reality.
"Zan?"
"What?"
"Where to?"
"Oh right, sorry. Don't really know. Just thinking that maybe there's something in the desert worth seeing! Besides, its not like there's really anything to do in town."
Zan had to refrain himself from reaching over and kissing her lips, like many other moments before. Even when she was at her worst, to Zan, she was beautiful. Not just her appearance, but her mind, her heart, her soul was beautiful.