Disclaimer: I don't own the series Roswell or the original characters. All I own is my imagination and the plot.

A/N: Hey! :-) I know, it's been a long long time since I've updated this story, but that's because I prefer writing Gilmore Girls fanfiction above others so... Plus, I don't have a lot of time on my hands to write anymore. Anyway, this is the last chapter and I hope you like it. Also, thanks to Alexia for beta-ing it for me. :-)

Underneath the Stars

Liz lay on her bed, propped up against her pillows while staring at the wall across from her. There were no posters cluttering it and no perfectly framed pictures had been hung there, something she had done deliberately to keep her feet from losing their grip on the firm ground underneath, though she had trouble keeping her balance in the place she found herself now, a world that was as far from normal as anyone could ever get. She had seen things that she had otherwise not believed and she had felt things that she often thought herself too young for. She had lost her heart to someone who wasn't even of this earth, in more than one way and even though, her heart had been left bruised and scarred after the last couple of days, she still loved him. It was a dangerous emotion because it made her vulnerable to everything he said and did, no matter how small or innocent. It made her feel envious time after time, an emotion that often went hand in hand with love. She had trusted him before and she still did, though only with her life and not with her heart.

Her eyes lost their focus for a slight second as they wandered over to the window. She was no longer able to look outside and gaze at the night sky, trying to pinpoint the location of his planet, his home; curtains now covered up the glass, taking away the magic she used to feel when she looked in its direction. She no longer had to wonder about their future anymore because they had none, not anymore. It had been taken from them by Tess, a name Liz refused to say out loud; Tess had managed to win him over, taking not only him away from her, but also her best friend and her happiness. She stubbornly blinked away the tears she felt lurking behind her eyes, refusing to cry; she had already spent enough tears on him and he didn't deserve any more. Her eyes went back to the wall in front of her as she continued hiding from him.

Outside, on the other side of the window, Max sat, his knees pulled up to his chest and his back slumped against the wall. Over the last couple of days, he had spent most of his evenings out there, his eyes lowered as he listened for a sign, something that would let him know that things were going to be okay between them again, though from Liz's recent behavior towards him, he knew that the struggle would be even harder this time. She had avoided him, hadn't talked to him since the night of Tess's departure; she wouldn't even look at him and it made him feel horrible. His heart had sank to the pit of his stomach while aching with guilt and regret. He knew that he had betrayed Liz in a way that brought tears to her eyes whenever she thought about it. He knew because he knew her so well. He had made a mistake by trusting Tess who had used it to her own advantage. She had gotten close enough to him to get what she had so selfishly wanted, a way out, a way to get back home. She knew that if she would be carrying his child, he would be vulnerable to it, unable to hurt her for his fear of hurting the baby, their baby. He had let her go after all she had put them through, had put Liz to. Tess had taken her best friend away from her and now he wished that he had believed her.

A sigh escaped from his lips, soft enough to blend in unnoticeably with the cool evening breeze as it swiveled into her room, making the curtains stir. He rubbed his hands together while shrinking into his jacket a little more. He was cold and he knew that he could go home if he wanted, but he didn't. He would stay as long as needed for her to forgive him and to confide in him like she used to. The wind tugged at his shirt and the coldness had already spread itself across his face, but yet he didn't move. It would be the same routine as yesterday and the day before that, he would stay until she had fallen asleep, confident that she was safe. He had learned to listen to every sound she made, to recognize each breath, to savor what he could still get.

He tensed up at the sudden sound of footsteps, bare as they slowly moved across the room. He held his breath, unsure if he wanted to be discovered or not. He had only seconds to make up his mind and once he did, it was too late. He had no more time to scramble onto his feet, all he could do was stare down at his hands, not knowing what to do next.

The curtains blew in the wind, though unable to hide his sitting form from her. Liz's dark locks danced around her face as she looked at him, her arms hanging down by her sides. A silence wove its web quickly between them as they both found themselves in an awkward position. Liz moved away from the window a little, just enough for him to be hidden from her once again. She wondered how long he had been sitting there, longer than yesterday? A shiver ran through her, numbing her for a few seconds as she looked up at the dark sky, scanning the few stars that lay scattered across it. Finally, she let out a defeated sigh and wrapped her arms around herself as she moved back towards the window.

''Max,'' she whispered, casting her eyes upon the side of his face.

His lips twitched with a smile that would never reach his eyes. He turned his head in her direction, almost instantly finding her eyes with his own. ''Liz,'' he returned, once again holding back a smile.

''How long have you been out here?'' she asked, her tone soft and her eyes careful.

He turned his eyes away from her, not giving her an answer.

''As long as last night?'' she continued, waiting for his eyes to lock on her face once again. ''As long as the day before that?''

Max averted his gaze from her face to the night sky above him, almost as dark as her eyes. ''Liz, I'm...''

''I know.'' She paused shortly, following his gaze up to the stars before continuing. ''You always are.''

The wind announced the silence that was about to fall as it brushed past their faces and toyed with their dark locks, hers dancing and his stirring softly, as calmly as he searched for the words he needed. ''I didn't mean for all this.'' He listened intently to her breaths, still soothing as they steadily left her. ''I didn't mean to hurt you,'' he uttered.

''But you did,'' she responded, more quickly than he had anticipated.

His eyes flew over to her face, only able to make out the sharp contours of her face; she had moved closer to the window, the light no longer making all of her features visible to him. ''She tricked me,'' he said, aware of how desperate he sounded - desperate for her to believe him. ''I didn't...I never...she made me believe that I was dreaming.'' Even to his own ears, his explanation sounded weak, something that would never be believed, but he knew her and he held on to the little hope he still carried.

''Spare me the details,'' Liz said. ''I don't need to hear about your late night mating rituals with her,'' she finished coldly.

No longer able to just sit there, so close to her without doing anything, Max scrambled to his feet, watching with pain as Liz backed away from the window, from him. ''She tricked me. I swear to you that she did.'' He moved towards the window and appeared in front of her.

''You let her trick you; you didn't listen to me, didn't trust me, but you did trust her,'' she accused, her tone harsher than he had ever heard it.

''Liz, please, I...''

''No, I don't want to hear anything you have to say anymore, Max. I just want to forget everything,'' she said, cutting him off sharply.

''Does that include us?'' he asked while meeting her eyes with his own.

She wanted to look away, but couldn't. She couldn't resist his eyes, the look in them so heartbroken, so affected by her words. In shame she lowered her eyes and took a step back, realizing that she was unsure of her own words. She shook her head. ''No...I mean, yes.'' Finally, she sighed and looked back up at him. ''I don't know, Max.''

''What do you not know?'' he asked, entering her room with ease, with practice. His eyes stood soulful as he closely watched her. ''Do you no longer lo...''

''Don't go there, Max. You know I still do.'' Liz ran her hands through her hair, turning away from him as she started to pace around her room nervously, stopping only when she had found peace with her own thoughts. She turned to face him again. ''I just feel alienated...from you. She's...Tess is your destiny.''

Max moved closer towards her, his features softened and a smile threatening to show itself. ''We make our own destiny, Liz, I've told you that before.''

''But she is your future,'' Liz said, raising her voice a little in the frustration she had tried not to show this entire time. ''She's carrying your baby, your baby, Max!''

''A baby I didn't want from a woman I foolishly trusted and never loved. I love you, Liz.'' His gaze intensified as he took one last step in her direction, leaving not enough distance for her to run. As she tried to move away, he reached out an gently locked his fingers around her elbow.

''Max,'' she warned.

''On this planet there is no one who could ever compare to you. You are perfect in my eyes.'' He paused briefly to pull her closer towards him. ''You are beautiful, Liz, in every way.'' He brought his free hand up to her face and delicately brushed a strand of her hair away from her face, affectionately looking down at her. ''I made a mistake by trusting Tess, something that is terribly human, but maybe that's what I am, but only human, despite my powers and origin.''

''So if your mistake makes you human, does my power make me alien?'' Liz asked shyly.

Max smiled. ''I guess we complete each other.''

She returned his smile and didn't move away when he let go of her. ''Do you forgive me?''

Liz nodded. ''Yes.'' A sigh followed her answer. ''I was just jealous of her, I still am.''

''Why?'' he asked, his expression serious.

Her eyes lowered themselves to his chest. ''Because she was like you and...and I don't know if I can ever live up to that.''

''Liz,'' he softly said, gently grabbing her by the chin and forcing her to look at him. ''You've already exceeded her.''

A shy smile spread across her face as she mumbled a 'thank you' - a smile that caused for Max to lean in and kiss her. She just waited for him to reach her, a small smile lingering on her lips, knowing what was about to come; when their lips touched, she saw stars.

REVIEW! Please :-) Like I said at the beginning of this chapter, it's short and it is the last chapter so... I hope you liked it, but if you didn't then that's okay, too. I don't think I'll ever write a Roswell fic again, but writing this one was definitely different from my other stories. If you happen to be a fan of Gilmore Girls, too, then you should check out my other stories, if you want, of course. :-) Thanks for reading and for your kind words, I appreciated them all.