I am so sorry about the lack of chapters; I have been so busy it's unbelievable! But here is a short one for you, I will try and update as soon as possible, reviews do help :)

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Disclaimer: I do not own Roswell or any of the characters so don't sue me!!!

Perspective: Max

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Max blinked quickly as the TV flickered in front of him, he was watching the video Alex had made for his media project last year, it was meant to show the effect of costal erosion, or something along those lines, Max had forgotten, but Alex had ended up filming them all instead.

Max watched as Liz flicked onto the screen running from the waves, she screamed as the water rushed around her feet. He could see Michael and Maria in the shallow part of the water, Michael was carrying Maria whose legs were wrapped tightly around his waist, her arms gripped his neck, he was threatening to drop her in the water and she shrieked with grudging delight as he tipped her backwards. Then Alex flicked the camera around to him, Isabel had her arms around his neck with her head pressed to his cheek, they both pouted and posed for the camera and then instantly burst out laughing, the camera turned back round towards the ocean, he was sitting on the sand with his arms wrapped around Liz, they were laughing at Michael and Maria. He saw himself kiss her cheek and sighed longingly at the screen.

"Hey Max? Where are you?"

Max quickly shut off the video as he heard Isabel approaching.

"Yeah, I'm in the living room."

"Max?" Isabel walked briskly into the room as though she was on a mission, and he couldn't help but think of the Christmas Nazi. She perched on the edge of the chair next to him "could you do me a…uh…favour?" she was cut off as Alex walked into the room, Max sat up as he walked towards him.

"Hey Max" Alex smiled awkwardly and sat next to Isabel. Max stared at Alex's face, his right eye was bruised and swollen.

"Alex…I…"

"Max!" Alex stopped him abruptly and looked at his lap "I hit it on my desk; I just thought you could…you know…help me out." He looked up and stared into Max's eyes. "Please?"

Max looked at Isabel who was visibly distressed by Alex's new "accident" she was fidgeting with her fingers and looked down at her lap.

"Alex, if this happens again…"

"It won't"

Max nodded and leant towards him, flexed his fingers and placed his hand over the purple eye. He shut his eyes and concentrated all of his energy. After a few seconds he opened his eyes and looked at Alex, the bruise was still covering his right eye.

Max squinted and rubbed his eyes, he tried again. When nothing happened he looked confusedly at Isabel who stared at him.

"I don't u-understand…Iz?"

"Wait…wait a minute" Isabel snapped and stood up, she began to pace the room, he and Alex both stared at her waiting for an explanation.

"Iz?"

"The other day, Michael was trying to open his locker…" she bit her lip and looked at Max "but he couldn't do it. It was like his powers had vanished." She sat back down and stared at Max, she looked worried.

"What about yours?" Alex looked at Isabel whose eyes flicked between them both.

"I d-don't know. I mean, I haven't dream walked for a while now…but…hang on" she got up and disappeared into the kitchen.

Max lent forward and ran his fingers through his hair, he felt like he hadn't slept in ages, his eyes stung so he shut them until he heard Isabel re enter the room. She placed a small clay statue she had made when she was younger on the table and nodded at Max. She placed her hand in front of the model and swiped it downwards; the molecular structure stayed the same.

"Max?"

He noticed Isabel was gripping Alex's hand tightly; they were both staring so intently at him he shifted in his seat.

"Look, don't panic Iz, there must be some kind of…logical explanation for this. I'll find out what's going on. Just relax, alright?"

Isabel looked uncertain but nodded all the same; she looked up at Alex and frowned, she grabbed his hand pulled him towards the kitchen.

"We had better get something for that eye"

"Isabel, I think it's best if we don't tell Michael about this for now. I don't want him to panic and do anything…stupid!"

She nodded stiffly and left the room with Alex in tow. Max slumped back into his chair, he felt so miserable, cursed even. First Liz had distanced herself from him and now their powers were out? His life was so messed up and he could see no way out of it.

He thought of the last time he saw Liz; it was at the CrashDown, he had asked to talk to her in the back room because he could see Alex and Isabel gawking at them. He had told her he loved her and needed her in his life and all she could say was that it was "for the best Max. It's for the best."

Silently, he rewound the video and pressed play.