Author's Note: Most of the dialog from this chapter will come from the pilot episode of Roswell. Also Whitney knows his dad was in the ARMY. And Jack Fordman doesn't have heart problems in my fic. He has cancer. Anyways keep tha reviews coming when ya can.

There is another part to this story, its going to be in the Buffyverse though and it will spread to the Charmed Realm and then to the RosVille. This is the multi fandom crossover fic I've been promising. Anyways, on with the story.

Whitney was working the counter at his family's department store. Fordmans' it was so appropriately named. Lana was sitting on the counter skimming the latest issue of Alloy.

"Pink Capri Pants are the last thing you need, go a customer needs your help on the floor." Whitney said snatching the catalog from her.

"Hey!" She said pouting.

"Lana," He said in a warning tone, "You're going to make me use my manager voice aren't you?"

Lana continued to sit there.

I hate when she pulls this crap.

"Go now." Whitney said.

"Fine, but I'm going to tell your dad you yelled at me." She whined.

Whitney gave her a look and pointed over to her section.

The bell over the door signaled the arrival of more customers. Whitney glanced over at the doorway just in time to see Max Kent and Michael Guerin enter the store.

Whitney sighed and quickly went over to his section.

In your dreams Fordman.

He left the new guy working the register, and went over to where a customer was having a problem with shoes.

Lana noticed a group of men over in the sporting good section having an argument.

The best time for a smile and a great sales pitch.

"Can I interest you fellas in some titanium fishing rods?" Lana asked giving them a winning smile.

"No get your cute little ass out of here," One of the men responded.

"Okay." Lana turned on her heel with every intention of going to get Whitney.

But another customer stopped her and she got busy, she heard the argument between the men escalate.

She was the first person to scream when she saw the gun.

Whitney was minding his own business coming back from shoes when he heard a sound that sounded like a gun going off. He turned around just when Lana screamed.

He could have dodged the bullet but the stood there frozen in fear. It struck him in the stomach and he hit the cool tile floor five seconds later than he should have.

He could only remember being scared like this once, and it was quite recently too.

He had been camping with some guys from the team and he'd gotten bitten by wild dog.

This was way scarier. He hated knowing that seventeen years was all he would get to live.

He could hear Lana calling for him. He could hear the door slam shut and the ringing of the little bell above it. He tried to fight the pain.

I'm stronger than this damn it! I can hold out until the ambulance gets here.

Max and Michael had come into Fordman's Department Store for different reasons.

Michael wanted some paint. Max wanted to check out Whitney, so he tagged along.

Max heard the shot when they were on their way to the register. Lana was kneeling on the floor a few feet away screaming for Whitney.

That is the shit I just can't take. He'll run up hug her and ask her if she's alright. Max thought fleetingly.

Three really fat truckers ran out the door around that time. Max could hear Michael cursing behind him.

"Whitney!" Lana shrieked climbing to her feet and going over to where someone was laying flat out on the floor in between two shelves, his torso hidden.

The shoes and the jeans looked familiar to Max. He pushed in front of her to see who it was.

It was Whitney and he was hurt, Max knew he had to do something. If he didn't Whitney would surely die. And if he did well, things would never be the same.

"Go call an ambulance." Max told her a bit harshly.

She nodded still sobbing and ran for the phone.

Michael worked crowd control for him, a pair over zealous tourists were trying get a peek at what he was about to do.

He quickly dropped to his knees straddling the barely conscious blonde boy.

Max ripped Whitney's already ruined shirt.

I hope this works, Max prayed to all the gods he didn't believe in.

"Whitney," He whispered.

"I can't help you if you don't look at me."

Whitney slowly opened his eyes, and Max pressed a hand to the wound.

Max pooled all of his energy into making the wound close. Which meant that he took some of Whitney into himself.

A rush of images from Whitney's childhood hit him all at once. When he finally pulled back he was dazed from all the emotions he'd felt inside of the blonde boy, but the wound was closed.

The approach of the sirens was undeniable now.

"Keys, now." Michael demanded snapping his fingers.

Max threw him the keys and his friend ran out of the store to go bring the jeep

Max grabbed the red paint that Michael was going to buy and poured it all over Whitney.

Whitney heard a familiar voice calling to him, asking him to open his eyes.

Slowly, he opened them and looked up, blue eyes met brown and a hand pressed over his wound and then something incredible happened. When Max moved his hand the wound was gone.

Whitney couldn't believe what just happened to him, he'd been shot and he nearly died and he was healed by Max Kent.

He blinked rapidly looking up at the dark haired boy who was looking at him pleadingly.

He's so cute. Whitney thought.

"When the gun went off you fell, and spilled paint on yourself. Please don't tell anyone," Max whispered.

Whitney could actually see the fear in Max's amber colored eyes.

Max pulled Whitney to his feet before running out the out the door.

Whitney stood there watching Max leave.

Don't worry Max, I won't tell anyone. Whitney thought, I don't know what the fuck happened myself.

Lana paced the floor as she tried to give Deputy Anderson a description of the gunmen.

"Well, one was like kind of like the dude from the Bounty commercial, except fatter and with one of those ZZ Top beards. And the other was like an old fat Mr. Clean and the third one was definitely that man from Family Feud, Richard something or other." Lana explained.

"Miss Lang that would be something to go on if Mr. Clean and the Bounty guy went on a shooting spree with Richard Karn." Deputy Anderson said.

Lana's fingers twirled around the gem on her necklace absently playing with the polished shard of meteor. She found herself doing that a lot this time of year.

It's been 12 years; I know everyone wishes I would just get over it already. But I just can't. I'm only fifteen and I'm pretty much all alone in this world.

"…Miss Lang? Miss Lang are you listening to me?" the Deputy asked.

Lana snapped out of her pitiful reverie.

"Yes."

"Could you try to give me a better description this time please?"

"Alright."

Whitney had ran and changed shirts before police got there. He had already been questioned by Deputy Anderson. They were just waiting for the Sheriff to arrive.

Whitney didn't know why they still wanted to talk to him, he didn't see the gunman. But he knew it had something to do with those two creepy tourists that were hanging out in the greeting card section.

The kept walking around almost like they were looking for something.

Whitney was about to go over and ask them what in the hell were they doing but at that exact moment Sheriff Whitman swept into the store with Whitney's dad and Lana's aunt Nell in tow.

Whitney's father came directly over to where he was sitting.

"What happened here son? Are you alright?" his father more demanded than asked.

Whitney wanted to respond Sir yes sir! But he suppressed the urge,

"I'm fine sir." Whitney responded.

"What the fuck happened?"

"Some truckers from out of town had a gun and it went off."

"No one got hurt did they?"

"What is the bullshit they are telling me about you falling down? Did you get scared Whitney?" His father sneered.

"I tripped." Whitney lied trying to keep his face impassive.

His father smirked, knowing full well that he'd successfully gotten to him.

"You need to get your pansy ass in gear. No son of mine is going to be a 'fraidy cat sissy boy. If I'd been here I would of done something wrestled the guy to the ground and took his gun, I wouldn't want to be shown up in front of my girl. But I guess you don't have any pride son," His father mocked walking away.

I do have pride, just not pride for this "family".

"So the gunmen where from out of town, and no injuries except the boy who fell?" Whitney over heard the Sheriff ask.

"Yes sir, the truckers are long gone, no money was stolen seems like just an argument that got out of hand." Deputy Anderson said.

Whitney watched Nell question Lana on what had happened. Lana was one of the few he knew who could relate to his family situation. Lana looked at him pleadingly.

Sheriff Whitman stepped up directly blocking his view of Lana and Nell.

"I heard you took a little fall,"

Well, there was one other person who understood was the Sheriff's son Alex.

"Yes sir the floor was slippery and I just went down,"

"I bet you did. Did you see the truckers that were in here."

"No sir, I didn't see them. I was coming from shoes and they were by the outdoor supplies." Whitney said.

"So the bullet came in your direction,"

"Sheriff?" The squirrelly tourist guy asked.

"I'm taking a statement here. I'll be with you two in a minute."

The guy nodded and went to stand by his girlfriend who was biting her nails and pacing a small space.

Well at least they aren't poking around over there where I got shot anymore. Whitney thought.

"So you didn't see anything son."

"No. I just heard Lana screaming and hollering for me and that was about it." Whitney said.

"Alright."

"What did you have to say?" Sheriff Whitman asked the squirrelly guy.

"We searched this place up and down and we didn't find a bullet. I doubt your guys did either."

"We didn't find nothing Sheriff." Anderson said.

"That seems a little suspect to me. Gun goes off pointed in that direction, but where's the bullet." Sheriff Whitman said.

Whitney gulped and took a step back from the conversation, he could feel his father's eyes trained on him.

He couldn't keep any secrets from his father, except– the really important one. He was saving that for when he wanted his dad to have coronary.

Whitney hung around until he was dismissed by his dad.

Lana had already went home with Nell so he didn't have to drop her off he went straight home.

His mother was at bridge club, or bingo or whatever housewives did at night. His dad was still at the store. So he had the house to himself.

He went up to his room and stripped down to his jeans, headed to his bathroom to take a shower.

Though no one was home. He closed the bathroom door, he didn't want his mother to get an eyeful if she came to put clothes away or something. When he went to close the door he glimpsed his reflection the strange sliver hand print on his abs made him do a double take.

It was in the exact spot where he'd been shot.

Damn, Whitney thought.

Max had to listen to Michael's ranting for an hour. Then he had to sit through a boring dinner. Isabel was working.

Clark was insanely quiet, Max made a mental note to schedule in a brotherly chat. Michael had stayed though and covered for Max. Because Max had no doubt that he would have blurted out the incident at Fordmans.

His father made a comment about the day being high tension or whatever, because of Clark's little incident on the bridge and what had happened at Fordman's.

It was more than high tension, the boy Max was in love with had been shot and he had healed him. And when he did he got a chance to see inside of him past the jock persona to the Whitney he used to know, and he'd discovered two things.

One: Whitney was a very deeply troubled guy.

And two: Michael was right, Whitney was gay and he had thing for him.

And now Max surely couldn't talk to him now, he had saved the guy's life thus revealing he was an alien freak.

Oh shit! He's gonna have questions. What in the fuck do I tell him? Max thought.

The brotherly chat didn't go as well as planned.

"Usually when two people have a conversation it is usually an exchange. I ask you a question you give me answer. That kind of thing," Max said.

"I'm just not feeling all that chatty tonight. I'll listen though if you wanna talk." Clark said climbing to bed.

Max sat at the desk still working on an assignment that wasn't due for another six weeks.

"I just wanted know what's going on, you barely ate at dinner and you were so quite. I'm usually the broody one."

"Nothing, I'm just feeling a little out place, I keep wonderin' why we're here."

"I wonder that sometimes myself. You've never been much of an existentialist, why did you get so distant all of a sudden?" Max asked.

"I had an experience today that changed all that. My whole life I thought I was some guy. Now I'm beginning to think there's more to me than that. That I have destiny or whatever."

"We all have destiny Clark, it just depends on whether we follow it or not. Personally, I like the idea of being able to choose my own fate and not have my life mapped out by some nonexistent mystical force."

"Yeah I forgot you don't believe in anything."

"I believe in people. Like you, and Isabel, and Michael, I believe in Mom and Dad too." Max said.

"But as for organized religion, that's not my scene." Max added.

"Do you believe in Whitney?"

"Can we not go there?"

"Alright, but I do believe there a reason we're all here Max. Not just us but everyone." Clark said.

"You've been reading Pete's comic books again haven't you?" Max asked.

"No, but you have to be a least curious about why you're here."

"I'm just here, in time we'll see where we end up." Max said.

"Alright I'll hold you to that Max. I'm sure you'll be off at some fancy college giving them hell about molecular biology or literature or whatever your major will be." Clark said.

Just then Isabel burst into the room.

"Do you have any idea what people have been saying about you two in town?"

"Damn Isabel give me freaking heart attack why don't you!" Clark said.

Isabel rolled her eyes and took off the smock she had to wear over her shirt.

"Kiss my ass Clark."

Max noticed how she blushed as soon as she said it.

"Sorry force of habit, I've said that twenty times today at work." Isabel said her ice queen exterior back into place.

Max saw through it, Something is up with Isabel.

"Anyways," She said wiping her bangs out of her eyes.

"Did you really jump off the bridge and save Lex Luthor?" Isabel asked.

Clark averted his eyes, "Yes."

"Awesome, so Luthor is probably going to give you like a ton of money and your going to be so sweet and buy your darling big sister a whole new wardrobe with tons of Jim Choos."

"I doubt he's gonna give me anything. You don't save a person's life just to get stuff."

Isabel rolled her eyes.

"What are you a superhero or a charity worker?"

Max could only think of what he'd like to get in return for saving Whitney.

"And you I heard that Whitney Fordman fainted when the gun went off and you went over and calmed him down." Isabel said.

"It's true." Max said.

"Are you going get with him already, cause you've been pining for him a long time."

Max shot her a death glare.

"She's right," Clark said.

"Why haven't you gotten with Lana?" Max snapped.

"If you would go ahead and take Whitney out there would be nothing stopping me."

"Is Lex as hot in person as he is in the papers?" Isabel asked.

"I don't know! I wasn't checking him out or anything." Clark said.

"I guess I'll find out soon enough, he is living in Smallville now. And I need me a real man."

Clark groaned and covered his ears.

Max smirked knowing Clark's torture was just beginning.

"I'm going downstairs to watch a little TV. You two will behave yourselves while I'm gone." Max asked.

They weren't listening to him, Isabel was going on and on about needing a real man and Clark kept shaking his head.

Why is everyone so fucking crazy today? Max wondered as he started down stairs.