After three days of Clark and Lucas hovering over me like I was going to splinter into a million pieces... Let's say I had enough of both of them. Maybe I snapped a little at the both of them; which I'd apologize for later tonight for sure. Walking out of the hotel I left my keys, and took to the streets I knew even after all these years. My feet knew where they were going, but it took seeing the closed trailer park... As I went there were a few trailer left scattered here and there, but the one that held that one memory still stood. Getting to the screen door I pushed it open finding the front door was gone. Stepping inside it was empty which shouldn't of surprised me not really. Feeling a slight pricks running across the palms of my hands I knew I wasn't alone anymore.

"Going down memory lane," Michael asked as I turned to see him in the doorway.

"Remember Lexi," I questioned being serous.

"Two weeks," Micheal answered shrugging not getting it.

"I spent the night here. We hid in the corner of the kitchen because Hank was on a bender with empty whiskey bottle in his hand. You stood between him and us that night," I whispered as my eyes glazed over remembering it so clearly.

"Whatever," Micheal sighed passing it off as nothing.

"It wouldn't be the last time you protected me. Fifth grade Erick Lowater though he could make out with me, and you decked him after seeing the tears," I shook my head slightly eying him.

"The dude was a punk," Micheal grumbled as he crossed his arms.

"You protected me and then Max protected me too... One day I had to learn to stand on my own two feet for someone who was counting on me to protect him. I knew both of you would move on like you should, but I hope that maybe one day we can be friends again," I whispered looking down at my feet.

Slowly I heard Micheal's shoe walk towards me, and then he put his hand under my chin making me look at him.

"I loved you and I still do... When you left I thought that I could move forward with Maria, but you were there in my head every day reminding me I didn't go after you. There wasn't a day that passed," Micheal spoke more than I had ever heard him ever.

My mouth dropped opened in awe of what he had said as it sunk in completely.

"Thank you, for giving me another reason to envy Max Evans," I echoed those words from so long ago as I finally understood what he had meant that night all those years ago.

"You let him love you like I wanted too. I knew what I had missed," Micheal started to say until I cut him off with a kiss that was years in the making.

Sitting in Micheal's kitchen of his two story cottage on the edge of town I was still reeling from the making out in the trailer. Even now I could feel his lips moving against mine in perfect harmony like we were made for each other. Running my finger across my lips I was broken out of my thoughts as Micheal sat a cup of coffee in front of me, and took the seat across from me looking amazing.

"Not so innocent," Micheal smirked as he watched me.

Taking the cup in my hands I picked it up putting the rim to my lips taking a nice slow sip.

"Never calmed to be," I smirked behind my cup.

"True," Micheal agreed with a slight nod.

"People were always telling me who I was," I shrugged as I took another sip and then sat it down on the table.

"Did you ever," Micheal trailed off looking uncertain that he wanted the answer.

"I thought about you a lot, and hoped you were happy. Once when Lucas was about three we were in this town twenty minutes from Vegas; I ran after some man thinking it was you. From the back I could of sworn up and down it was, but from the front it was a whole different story. The guy almost had a stroke think I was some woman from his past trying to pin a kid on him," I laughed slightly as I shook my head.

"You would scare a man half to death," Micheal chuckled right along with me.

Then I got real quiet as my mind swirl with other thoughts that I didn't really like too much. Most of the time I was good about keeping them in the back of my mind where they couldn't cause any trouble. Every now and then they would creep in when I let my guard down just an inch.

"There was times I questioned if I was doing right by Lucas. Being on the move all the time with no real place to call home. Until about six months ago it was the two of us," I said swallowing the lump in my throat.

"How is he related to you," Micheal asked without mentioning his name.

"Lucas and I were passing through Smallville, Kansas. Can't really explain it... Except I felt this draw there that took my breath away. It felt like the closer I got the easier it was to just be. Clark and I are twins... We crashed here when we about four years old. Somehow we got separated, and I ended up in New Mexico," I explained some of what I had learned.

"Your blood looked human," Micheal countered eying me.

"It looks human, but it was really closing looked at you see a difference," I replied cause it had confused me too.

"Why would your parents lie to you," Micheal questioned curious.

"I'm not sure really. Can't ask them now," I shrugged my shoulders a little.

Both of my parents had passed away a couple of years ago... I mean my dad was almost fifty when I was in high school, and he had a lot of heart problems on top of everything. Then my mom just stopped living from what I read online about it just like I had about my dad. They had put Micheal over everything until my return; it had called him a close personal family friend.

"Why are you back now," Micheal asked getting to the meat of what he wanted to know.

"Lucas is able to handle himself now, and I'm not waiting for him to blow something up. No matter what I know we'll never be completely safe until Khivar is gone. Max needs to get to know his son, and Lucas needs to get to know Max too. We have to stop running," I answered honestly.

"Here," Micheal said holding out the keys to the apartment above the Crash.

"Are you sure," I questioned not sure about it.

"Staying in a hotel isn't right. Take it before I change my mind," Micheal smirked a little shaking the keys in front of me.

"Next you'll have me waitressing," I joked lightheartedly.

"Nah, I'll give you a little time to settle in. Maybe," Micheal teased me as we fell into a comfortable rhythm.

"Has she called," I asked needing to know.

"Never... It hurts Maxx more than anything. When she turned eight I called Maria; I thought I could get her to call her daughter. She told me don't call again cause all that mattered was her upcoming concert," Micheal frowned as he spoke as his voice dripped with anger and frustration.

"I'm sorry," I apologized as reached over taking him by the hand.

"No one could keep her here... She would of left even if you had stayed. Took me a long time to realize it... It was easier to blame you than her," Micheal shook his head sighing heavily.

"For years I've been trying to prepare myself for you hating me," I admitted like it was some deep dark secret.

"I never hated you really cause I knew you wouldn't just leave. Not without saying goodbye unless you had a reason," Micheal said looking me in the eye being serious.

"I drove about sixteen hours, and when I stopped I was in Blackfoot, Idaho. Didn't sleep for the first three days," I whispered as I remembered it so clearly.

"Remember walking floor with Maxx as she cried. I knew she wanted Maria so badly. Lasted two weeks, and then she started sleeping at night. It scared me at first, and I watched her for two days strait not sleeping a wink," Michael changed the subject slightly.

"Lucas was so good. He slept through the night right away only waking long enough to eat and be changed. I thought back then maybe he wouldn't get any powers," I sighed as I picked up my cup and taking another sip.

Watching Micheal's face I knew he was curious about when Lucas's powers first showed up. All of us had been told he was completely human... That had been one big fat lie and then some! When his 2nd birthday had come and gone I had thought I was in the clear. Boy, was I wrong! That was one thing I would never forget not if I lived for another hundred years or more.

"Four months after Lucas's 2nd birthday... I thought we could settle down for a month or so maybe. Got an apartment, and a good job. It was my first day off in two weeks, so I was spending it with Lucas. At the time I was in the kitchen cooking chicken nuggets in the oven. Suddenly I hear him crying so I run into the living room just in time to see the curtains catch fire. That would eventually turn into exploding windows," I explained painting Micheal a picture.

"Maxx was four when she shattered a vase that she didn't like. She wasn't thrill when I put it back together. Pouted for two whole days. I don't know what I would of done with out Isabel and Max's help with her," Michael admitted reluctantly.

Hearing a door open I looked over my shoulder to see Max coming in the house. Right now I wasn't up to talking to him about everything just yet. I had forgiven him for Lucas's sake, but he still broke me in two all those years ago.

"I'm going to go," I mumbled getting up.

"Liz, don't," Micheal started to say.

"I got to get back before Lucas comes looking for me. Thanks for the coffee, and the trip down memory lane," I smiled as I sat the cup on the table.

Passing Max to get to the door I didn't offer him even a side glance. Once outside I started walking back towards town knowing I had to face my family sooner or later. Walking out wasn't a good thing, and something we didn't do as a rule. It was being back here dealing with everything I needed the space to not feel like I was drowning. Everything felt like it was coming to a head, and I wasn't sure I could handle what came next. In my gut I knew that it wouldn't be long before everything we had been running from caught up with us. Roswell was where it all started, and now it would be where it all ended for good.

"Lady, you need a ride," came Micheal's voice making me look to see him on his bike stopped next to me.

"Yeah, I could use a little danger. Moms don't normal, but I have a need for speed," I joked take the helmet he offered and getting on. "

Dangerous in my middle name," Micheal quipped back eying me as I put the helmet on.

"I'll hold on," I smirked just a little as I wrapped my arms around his waist.