Chapter 27
Max brought the car to a screeching halt and Michael threw forward by
the sudden stop. He wasn't even going to comment on Max's reckless driving. Max
had called him on his cell phone, practically ordering him to get out on the
parking lot in front of his apartment complex, and Max would pick him up.
Michael knew even before Max told him, that this had something to do with Liz.
Nothing else could get him so reeled up. Max was out of the car in a
millisecond and Michael reached over and applied the handbrake, to keep the car
from wheeling backwards, before he rushed after Max.
Max searched the
surroundings frantically. Where was she?
"Michael! Do you see her anywhere?" he said, his voice strained. He
didn't feel comfortable calling after her. If someone was left here, he didn't
want them to know that Liz was here.
"No," Michael answered.
Max run up the stairs heading for Liz's apartment. That's where he
found her, in the same place she had made the phone call to him. She was
sitting on the ground, her legs pulled up to her stomach. As she heard steps in
the stairs she looked up, fear in her big brown eyes. As she saw him she rose
to her feet and she didn't have to wait long to have his protective arms
wrapped around her.
"You're okay?" he asked, pulling her an arm-lengths away from her to
look her over.
Liz nodded. "I am
now."
"I'm not leaving you alone again," Max murmured, hating that the
feeling that he had lost her again had gotten the chance to reclaim its grip on
him.
"Max, I don't know if there's still someone left," Liz whispered, the
fear still evident in her voice. She felt violated. Someone she didn't know had
been in her home, going through her personal things.
"Michael," Max
said, as Michael came up the stairs. "Can you go and see if anyone is still in
the apartment?"
Michael nodded and disappeared again. Max pulled Liz close to him.
"It's okay," he mumbled. He felt Liz nod against his chest. They stood
like that, close together, arms around each other until Michael returned a few
minutes later.
"There's no one there," he said. Max and Liz broke apart, and Max
reached down and took Liz's hand.
"What did they take?" Liz asked.
"I don't know," Michael said, shaking his head. Together they walked to
Liz's apartment. "But something's not right here, Maxwell."
"What?" Max asked, not liking the sound of that.
"Whoever broke in wasn't searching after the regular stuff a burglar
would break in for," Michael said. They stepped into the apartment and Liz
realized what Michael was talking about.
"The TV and VCR are still here," Michael said.
Liz let go off Max's hand and stepped into her once peaceful home. She
moved to her bedroom and took forward the small box where she put money for
groceries. The box wasn't difficult to find - it wasn't even locked. It was
just an ordinary cookie box. But as she opened it and counted the money she
found the amount to correspond to the amount she had left there.
"What have they taken if they haven't taken the TV, the VCR or any
money?" Max asked as he looked at her from the doorway.
"Maybe it's
something alien," Michael's voice reached them from the living room. Liz head
shoot up and she quickly put the money back in the box and brushed past Max,
who quickly moved to the side to let her pass.
"It looks like someone was searching for something," Michael said, his eyes fixed on Liz as she started to rummage through the bookshelf and then went on to search the piles of books on the floor.
Max went up to
stand beside Michael, his eyes also following Liz's frantic movements.
"What are you looking for?" Michael asked her.
She straightened up, hurt and sadness, mixed with anger in her eyes.
"They're gone," she said, her voice hollow.
"What's gone?" Michael asked.
"The videotapes, they're all gone," Liz said and then she seemed to
remember something and she crouched down in front of the VCR and pressed the
eject button. A videotape was ejected and she slowly took it in her hand,
hugging it to her chest - tears trickling down her cheeks.
"All, except this one. The last one you watched, Max."
Max looked at
her, anger seizing him. Last night Liz had made it able for him to experience
some of the moments of watching his daughter grow up and now someone had taken
that away from him as well.
"What tapes?" Michael asked, completely in the dark.
"I filmed Emma as she was growing up," Liz said. "I showed them to Max
yesterday, but now whoever has broken in has stolen them."
"Why would someone steal home videos? That doesn't make any sense at
all!" Michael said.
"No.." Max whispered, fear slamming into him as he realized what had
happened here. "These weren't regular burglars. They were aliens, they searched
for information...and they found it."
Liz eyes went large with horror.
"Emma," she gasped and then she was out the door, running towards the
parking lot.
"Michael, call Kira and wait here," Max ordered before he too vanished
out the door.
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Max and Liz walked
quickly down the corridor until they reached Emma's classroom. Without
bothering to knock, Liz ripped the door open. Max quickly assessed the room he
found himself in. Children were allocated throughout the room, engrossed in
various playing activities. They all turned their heads as the worried parents
stormed into the room.
"Elizabeth," Ms. Harris said and walked up to the visitors. She looked at the man holding Elizabeth hand in a death grip and soon recognized him. "Max, right?"
Max looked at her,
and opened his mouth to respond but Liz beat him to it.
"Where's Emma?"
Ms. Harris looked at the distressed parents. Something was not right
here. Elizabeth seemed scared to death. However, when she looked at Max she was
amazed by the dormant power he was emitting. He radiated authority, and
self-assertiveness. But she also noticed the worry that etched his features.
"Uh...she's in the bathroom," Ms. Harris said.
Liz started walking towards the bathroom, and Max was close behind her
- but his steps were hindered as Ms. Harris reached out her hand and stopped
him.
"What's going on?" she asked. She had never seen anyone so worried
before. "And why are you here?"
Max looked at her, and gently removed her hand from his arm.
"We need to take our daughter home," he said.
"Why?" Ms. Harris
said, not even bothering to ask if this man really was Emma Owens long lost
father.
"She will not be coming back for a while. We have a little family
emergency and we have to go away for some time. We will call you later with
further information."
His determined look told her that she wouldn't get more out of him than
that and that's when Elizabeth came back - Emma cradled in her arms. Ms. Harris
couldn't help but be amazed by how a silent communication seemed to be going on
between Elizabeth and Max. Elizabeth was somehow informing Max that Emma was
okay and Max took Emma from her arms and held her tight to his chest. The most
amazing thing was that Emma didn't say a thing. It was as if she could feel her
parents distress and she didn't question it. It was like she knew that the best
thing to do was to stay quiet.
"Do me a favor...uhm," Max began, searching his memory for her name.
"Anne," Ms. Harris said.
"Anne, if anyone asks for Emma, don't give them any information," Max
said. Ms. Harris got the strange feeling that he was ordering her, but at the
same time she had no problem with that. She somehow knew that they were in
danger and she couldn't let anything happen to little Emma.
"I'll do whatever I can," Anne said.
Elizabeth smiled at her gratefully.
"Thank you, you've done tons already," she said, and then the small
family was gone - just as quickly as they had arrived.
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The light-blue
eyes followed the couple as they quickly made their way towards the car in the
parking lot.
"What the hell?!" the person hissed as the child, tucked into the
familiar man's arms, came into view. The person waited until the car pulled out
of the parking lot outside the day care center before the person turned the car
and ignited the engine, pulled out from its hiding place and onto the road -
following the car on a distance that wouldn't cause any suspicions.
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"Why didn't you
tell me?!" Liz demanded to know, anger in her voice. She was sitting on the
couch in Michael's and Maria's apartment, Emma sitting on her lap. Michael was
standing in the background, leaning against one of the walls, and Max was
pacing the floor. Kira was sitting in one of the arm-chairs facing Liz, and he
was just about to witness what Liz Parker was really about. You didn't keep
information from her that could put her loved ones in danger.
"I didn't want to
upset you," Max said.
"Upset me?!" Liz said in disbelief. "If this is how you're going to
protect me, Max, I don't need your protection! Emma and I have been doing just
fine for four years without you. We can protect ourselves. But I can't protect
my daughter if I don't know the whole truth!"
"I'm sorry, Liz-" Max started but Liz interrupted him.
"No, Max. Don't say you're sorry. I don't want you to be sorry - I want
you to be honest with me."
Max nodded, understanding what his effort in keeping Liz safe from the
truth could have cost him.
"How long have our enemies known about Emma?" Liz asked.
"They probably found out not so long after Emma's birth," Kira
answered. Liz nodded sadly, pulling Emma closer to her. Emma, feeling her
mother's distress looked up at her mother's resolute jaw.
"Mommy, why are you scared?" she asked.
Liz looked down
into her daughter's amber eyes and gave her a tender smile.
"It's nothing, honey," Liz said and stroke her dark hair.
Emma smiled at her, a smile that warmed her mother's heart. Emma knew
that her mother wasn't telling the whole truth, but for the time being she was
satisfied with the answer.
"Someone called
me," Liz said.
Everybody looked at her.
"Who called you?" Max asked.
"That's the problem. I don't know," Liz said. "I was really freaked out
about the whole thing. It was a man and he asked questions about Emma. He
didn't want to answer any of my questions and he was threatening me, so I hung
up."
"When was this?" Max asked.
Liz thought about it for awhile.
"Sometime just after I had enrolled Emma at the day care center...about
a month ago."
"Could it have been one of our enemies?" Kira asked.
Without hesitation, Liz nodded. "Definitely."
There was a pause, then Liz spoke.
"Is there
anything else I should know, to be able to keep my child safe?" Liz asked.
"One thing is clear, you can't return to your apartment," Kira said.
"And you can't return to Roswell," Michael said.
"Well, that's just great," Liz sighed. "Then where am I and Emma gonna
go?"
"You can stay with me," Max said, not wanting to leave neither Liz nor Emma alone anymore. Not when the enemies were so close by.
Liz gave him a
weak smile.
"Don't you live
on campus, Max?" Liz asked. "How are you going to fit me and a
four-year-old in your room?"
Max scratched
behind his ear with his hand.
"Okay, maybe
that's not the best solution," he said.
"Well, you cannot stay here," Michael said bluntly. Max shot him an
angry glare.
"What? We don't have any room left. This is a small apartment you
know," he said, having seen Max's glare.
"I know, Michael," Liz said. "I'm not gonna force myself on you. We
have to find something else."
"Where do you live, Kira?" Max asked Kira.
"Well...I don't know if that's such a good idea," Kira said.
"Let us be the judge of that," Max said.
Kira met his eyes and knew that it would not be wise to argue against
him.
"I'm living in a warehouse outside of Roswell," he said, but added
quickly. "However, it's absolutely no place for a child."
"That would work, wouldn't it?" Max asked Liz, ignoring Kira's last
sentence.
Liz nodded
thoughtfully.
"Yes, that sounds really good," she said, and turned to Kira. "And
don't worry about Emma, she'll understand why we have to live there and she
will be just fine." She looked down at her daughter. "Won't you, sweetheart?"
Emma nodded excitedly. She didn't know what a warehouse was but it was some place
new and she had never lived in any other place than the apartment in Santa Fe.
"We'll be fine,"
Liz said, turning her gaze to Kira.
Kira looked a little uncomfortable. He was here to protect the royal
four, and he had been forced to admit that the royal four now included Liz
instead of Tess. He would also definitely protect Emma, the heir to the throne,
and having them so close by would certainly make it easier. But still, the
warehouse was no home. It was just a warehouse, and it was only furnished with
a camp-bed and a lamp. He was only there to sleep - nothing else.
"I suggest we head out there now," Max said. "But only Kira, Liz, Emma
and I. We don't want to act suspicious and the fewer people that knows about
this place the better - for all our sakes."
"Hey, hold on," Michael protested. "You mean, the other of us are not
going to be informed of your whereabouts?"
"That's exactly what I mean," Max said. "It will be the safest solution
for all of us."
"No, I want to-"
"Michael, we'll keep in touch, okay," Liz said calmly. "If we need
anything you'll be the first to know. It's only a precaution and it's probably
only for now."
Michael grunted, but didn't object anymore.
"Okay, let's go," Max said.
TBC...
