"Oh my god? Are you two alright?"
"Yeah Mum, we're fine!"
Max and Liz walked into the Living room where everyone was standing. They all turned around to see two very warn out lovers, tired and depressed.
"Liz! Are you okay, you look like someone's been throwing you around?"
"Maria, I'm fine."
"What happened with you two?"
"Compassionate as always Michael!"
"Shut up Maria!"
"We were being followed."
Max sat onto the couch, let out a sigh of relief and put his hand underneath his head to support it. He rubbed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to recall the events of earlier. Everyone sat down intent to listen, concerned and in question.
"By who?"
"FBI!"
"Are you're sure? How did they find you?"
"My guess is they followed Isabel and Kyle to Arizona and guessed where they were heading from there.'
"So what, now its my fault?"
"Isabel, I never said that!"
"Are you sure it was the FBI?"
"Positive, they had the car, the suits, the glasses, and they were also trying to run us off the road, so yeah, pretty sure!!"
Max looked over at Liz. She was still shaken from the incident, but she was standing strong, trying not to break down and cry.
"The best thing to do is just stay on your guard, and don't go anywhere alone for now, not until we now how many there are!"
He could see that they wanted more information, but was too exhausted. He stood up and took Liz's hand, and led her down the hall into his room.
"Something's not right!"
"What do you mean?"
Charlie sat on her bed, with her head in a magazine, whilst Zan paced the floor.
"The way he acted. He was hiding something. He knows about my parents!"
"Who?"
"Phillip Evans!"
"He said your parents are dead!"
"No, he was lying. They couldn't be dead!"
"Zan…"
Tears were rolling down his cheeks. He was getting so worked up over this. Charlie stood up and walked over to the now shaking Zan. She held him tight, feeling guilty for not being able to do anything.
She looked him in the eyes and felt his pain. This was one of those moments where all she wanted to do was kiss his pain away, but she knew she couldn't. He wouldn't let her. That was what she loved about him; he would do anything to protect her, even if it meant he had to give her up. It was also what her so angry with him. Always trying to do what's right, but not realising that she felt the same about him as he did about her. It was love.
"Soon…" she whispered in his ear, "I promise you, we'll find them soon!"
She felt him grip her tighter at the sound of her words.
"Are you okay?"
She rolled over to face him, knowing that he could comfort her. She didn't want to talk about it, and he understood. There was so much going on since they returned to Roswell, and he wondered how long until she would finally break, finally realise how much he had screwed up her life. She rested her head on his chest, holding on tightly to his shirt, taking all of him in. Liz never felt safer than when she was in his arms, melting into him.
She let out a sigh of relief. Realising how it sounded, she was preparing for his questions.
"Liz?"
"I'm fine. I'm just tired!"
"Are you sure?"
"I'm fine, stop worrying!"
"I just want to make sure you're alright!"
"I know, and I appreciate it, but I'm fine, really!"
He kissed her forehead and let her sent intoxicate him. She had power over him that no one could ever imagine. He wasn't sure how she did it, but she did.
He felt her move on top of him, her hands sneaking under his shirt. Her touch was so familiar, so electrifying, it awoke every cell in his body. Her hands running along his chest were soft and small, and cold. She looked for the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head. It landed somewhere on the floor beside the bed. Her lips were now on his, never wanting to let go. He pulled her top over her head, only breaking their kiss for a fraction of a second.
Her hands now went down to his pants, trying to unbutton them proved harder than she anticipated. He took over the job, so she could focus on her lips against his. In a matter of seconds, he was lying on top of her, swept up in the beauty that is Liz. He pulled the blanket over them, so none of their entwined bodies could be seen.