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She had been awake for three days now, and she hadn't seen him leave her side once. He had bags under his eyes from not sleeping, and the early signs of a beard from not shaving. He had sat in the same chair ever since she had woken up.
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Liz took his hand in hers and he looked at up her. Her long hair fell down beside her face, outlining her big brown eyes as she sat up, leaning against the pillow. Even the bandaid on her forehead looked good.
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"Max…"
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"No!"
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"Please?"
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"I'm not leaving you Liz!"
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Maria watched them fight. Even after all these years, she still found it amazing when they did this. It was as if they were telepathic, reading each other's thought, whilst the onlookers stood confused, wondering if they had missed a major part of the conversation.
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"Max! You need to sleep!"
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"No!"
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Liz hated it when he was stubborn; he always had a way of winning.
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"Max…" Her voice was going whiney, and she was looking at him, batting her eyelashes. Normally, this would work, but he wasn't going to give in this time.
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"Liz, we don't know what the FBI are planning! Just still being in Roswell is bad enough, but this is a place where anybody can just walk in. I need to be here!" His voice was getting louder as he was becoming angry that she wouldn't listen. Maria sensed one of those moments coming on. She packed the clothes into a bag and walked out of the room, leaving them to let it all out. Max leant back in his chair and let out a large breath.
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"Sorry!"
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She reached up and gently stroked his cheek.
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"Max…"
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"It's just that, look at where we are Liz! I promised you I would keep you safe, and you got shot! I thought you were going to die!"
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"But I didn't!"
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"But you would have! You almost did! I couldn't help you Liz, my powers were useless! I don't ever want to have to go through loosing you again, and if I leave here, something could happen to you, and I would never be able to forgive myself!"
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"Isabel or Michael can stay! Please, you need sleep!"
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"Liz, no!"
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She looked up into his eyes, trying her hardest to persuade him, but he wouldn't budge. Liz let out a heavy sigh and looked away, knowing that she was defeated. Michael stood in the doorway, watching the two, not wanting to interrupt. Max looked up, feeling the presence of someone else.
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"Michael…"
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"Maxwell, could I talk to you for a second?"
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"Sure!" He squeezed her hand before letting go to follow Michael.
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"Maxwell, we have to do something about Zan!"
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"Did he do…?"
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"No, it's just, he can't stay!"
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"I know."
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"Do you want me to have a talk to him?"
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"No, it's okay, I can do it."
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Max looked in through the doorway, seeing the woman lying on the bed. Michael followed his eye, a sudden realisation dawning on him.
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"She doesn't know yet, does she?"
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Max's eyes met with Michaels, and guilt struck him hard in the gut.
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"When are you going to tell her?"
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"Soon…I'll tell her soon!"
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She opened her eyes to see a familiar face staring at her. His hair was getting long, falling in his face, covering his deep brown eyes. A smile crossed his face as he watched her wake up.
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"Hey!"
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His voice was warm and friendly, and he looked more awake than earlier.
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"You had a sleep?"
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"That and three cups of coffee!"
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She sat up, a smile protruding from both corners of her mouth. She reached her hand out and pulled him closer. Liz relaxed as soon as their lips met, feeling all of the tension of the past few weeks disappear. He deepened the kiss, feeling her melting into him. She lifted her arms and placed them around his neck, holding him tighter.
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A loud voice was coming from outside, one that they both recognised. They broke away, listening to the tumult outside.
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"I demand to see my daughter! I don't care what the 'rules' are, I want to see her! If you don't tell me which room she's in, I'll go through every single one looking for her, so I advise you to just tell me where she is, NOW!"
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Max stood up and walked to the doorway, looking down the corridor at the reception desk. The man was clearly in a bad mood, his hands placed on top of his head and he paced back and forth. Max walked down towards the desk, watching the nurse behind the counter dialling a telephone number quickly, most probably security.
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He stood, watching the apprehension in the room. The man turned around, looking at the floor, not noticing Max standing there. How did he know about Liz? His voice was clear, but the tone was confused.
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"Mr Parker?"
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br"And for when you're feeling a little more up to it…" Maria held up a blue bikini at the end of the bed. It had the word "sugar" on the back of the pants and sugar cubes on the front. Liz smiled when she saw the look on Max's face. He had buried his head in his hands, embarrassed that he had to watch this.
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She had been awake for three days now, and she hadn't seen him leave her side once. He had bags under his eyes from not sleeping, and the early signs of a beard from not shaving. He had sat in the same chair ever since she had woken up.
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Liz took his hand in hers and he looked at up her. Her long hair fell down beside her face, outlining her big brown eyes as she sat up, leaning against the pillow. Even the bandaid on her forehead looked good.
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"Max…"
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"No!"
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"Please?"
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"I'm not leaving you Liz!"
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Maria watched them fight. Even after all these years, she still found it amazing when they did this. It was as if they were telepathic, reading each other's thought, whilst the onlookers stood confused, wondering if they had missed a major part of the conversation.
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"Max! You need to sleep!"
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"No!"
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Liz hated it when he was stubborn; he always had a way of winning.
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"Max…" Her voice was going whiney, and she was looking at him, batting her eyelashes. Normally, this would work, but he wasn't going to give in this time.
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"Liz, we don't know what the FBI are planning! Just still being in Roswell is bad enough, but this is a place where anybody can just walk in. I need to be here!" His voice was getting louder as he was becoming angry that she wouldn't listen. Maria sensed one of those moments coming on. She packed the clothes into a bag and walked out of the room, leaving them to let it all out. Max leant back in his chair and let out a large breath.
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"Sorry!"
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She reached up and gently stroked his cheek.
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"Max…"
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"It's just that, look at where we are Liz! I promised you I would keep you safe, and you got shot! I thought you were going to die!"
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"But I didn't!"
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"But you would have! You almost did! I couldn't help you Liz, my powers were useless! I don't ever want to have to go through loosing you again, and if I leave here, something could happen to you, and I would never be able to forgive myself!"
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"Isabel or Michael can stay! Please, you need sleep!"
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"Liz, no!"
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She looked up into his eyes, trying her hardest to persuade him, but he wouldn't budge. Liz let out a heavy sigh and looked away, knowing that she was defeated. Michael stood in the doorway, watching the two, not wanting to interrupt. Max looked up, feeling the presence of someone else.
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"Michael…"
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"Maxwell, could I talk to you for a second?"
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"Sure!" He squeezed her hand before letting go to follow Michael.
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"Maxwell, we have to do something about Zan!"
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"Did he do…?"
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"No, it's just, he can't stay!"
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"I know."
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"Do you want me to have a talk to him?"
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"No, it's okay, I can do it."
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Max looked in through the doorway, seeing the woman lying on the bed. Michael followed his eye, a sudden realisation dawning on him.
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"She doesn't know yet, does she?"
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Max's eyes met with Michaels, and guilt struck him hard in the gut.
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"When are you going to tell her?"
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"Soon…I'll tell her soon!"
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She opened her eyes to see a familiar face staring at her. His hair was getting long, falling in his face, covering his deep brown eyes. A smile crossed his face as he watched her wake up.
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"Hey!"
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His voice was warm and friendly, and he looked more awake than earlier.
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"You had a sleep?"
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"That and three cups of coffee!"
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She sat up, a smile protruding from both corners of her mouth. She reached her hand out and pulled him closer. Liz relaxed as soon as their lips met, feeling all of the tension of the past few weeks disappear. He deepened the kiss, feeling her melting into him. She lifted her arms and placed them around his neck, holding him tighter.
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A loud voice was coming from outside, one that they both recognised. They broke away, listening to the tumult outside.
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"I demand to see my daughter! I don't care what the 'rules' are, I want to see her! If you don't tell me which room she's in, I'll go through every single one looking for her, so I advise you to just tell me where she is, NOW!"
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Max stood up and walked to the doorway, looking down the corridor at the reception desk. The man was clearly in a bad mood, his hands placed on top of his head and he paced back and forth. Max walked down towards the desk, watching the nurse behind the counter dialling a telephone number quickly, most probably security.
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He stood, watching the apprehension in the room. The man turned around, looking at the floor, not noticing Max standing there. How did he know about Liz? His voice was clear, but the tone was confused.
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"Mr Parker?"
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