Chapter 12 - Liz-POV

"Mom? Have you seen Max anywhere?" I asked her as she passed me in the cafe.

"Sorry, sweetie. I think he went to get some more boxes for us."

I sighed. Max was constantly helping my parents pack and get settled. I know he wants them to be comfortable . . . and gone, but the more time he spent helping them move was less time with me and the baby.

"Liz, honey, don't look like that. He's doing it for you." I looked at my mother confused. How was Max helping my parents . . . helping me? "Think about it this way; the sooner your father and I move out, the sooner you and Max have an apartment of your own."

I grinned. So that was his motive. As long as he's planning on spending a lot of time making this up to me, then I'll be happy. We'd gotten past the uncomfortable part of our relationship over the last two weeks. Max was scared of making love to me incase he hurt the baby, but I didn't want to listen. So we went to my midwife, Jayne. She just said it was fine as long as it was nothing to strenous.

I had finally learned to control my telepathy. I could turn off others thoughts, and if I concentrated on someone enough, I could here their's. I could also send people thoughts. Max and I use it often, when we're at work, ot at school, or just . . . well anytime really. Speaking of which.

'Max?' I sent.

'Liz? Is something wrong?' He thought back.

'No. Nothing. Just wondering when you were going to come back to me.'

'Soon, love. I just have to load this last box in the car.'

'Hurry. I'm bored!'

I heard his laughter fill my head.

Then I got this feeling inside. It was cold and empty. I don't know what caused it . . . but whatever it was, it wasn't good. It was coming from inside the cafe. Curiosity got the best of me, and the feeling got stronger. I focused on it and looked to where it was coming from. A girl. She looked my age; blonde, petite, and beautiful. I'd never seen her before, but something flickered in my memory. So I walked over to her.

"Hi. My name's Liz and I'll be your server this afternoon. Can I take your order?" I asked her.

"Sure, I'm new here, so what do you recommend." She smiled back. I could still feel darkness coming from her, so it must have been an act. Maybe it's another power starting. I remember Zalla could feel what people's intentions were.

"Well, personally?" She nodded. "I enjoy the Grilled Mooncheese Sandwich."

She smiled at me again. "That sounds fantastic. Can I just have one of those and a . . . Blood of Martian Smoothie?"

I laughed fakely. "Yeah sorry about that. This restaurants been in my family since . . . well the crash. Nothing gets better. Except for the food!" I walked away and went to the kitchen hatch. "Hey, Michael. New order for you."

Michael turned with a guilty look on his face, so I used my telepathy on him. 'Oh, God. If Liz tells her dad I was loving this food on the job, I'm bound to be chopped up and served in this crazy menu. They'd call it 'The Space-Boy Bites'. I hope she doesn't . . . wait. Damn! Liz! Get out of my head!'

I laughed loudly at him and replied to his thoughts. 'Sorry, but that was hilarious. Umm, Michael? Can you do me a favour? The blonde in the corner? What do you sense?' I asked seriously.

'Trouble?' He asked silently. 'I can't sense anything. Is it another power coming in?'

'Definately. Zalla had a power that helped her sense other people's intentions. It could be coming through.'

'Well, we'll have to keep an eye on her. She could be an enemy. Or FBI.'

'Or she could just be a normal girl who's evil?'

Michael sighed at me and scrunched his nose. It was his usual look saying, 'I don't think so.'

"Be careful Liz." He said as he put the order on the table. I winked at him and walked back over to girl and put her food on the table. Then I felt Max close to me and smiled. "Enjoy your meal." I told the girl and walked over to Max. "Hey handsome. Are you all done helping the 'rents?" I flirted.

He smirked. "All done, babe. I am all yours."

I sighed. "Well, unfortunately, I've just started my shift. But if you want . . . you can sit at your booth and stare at me as usual." I smirked.

"Is that a fact." He grabbed me and pulled me closer, kissing my neck. "Are you sure you don't need a break?"

I giggled. "Not yet. But you have fun undressing me with your eyes!" I kissed him.

Then I felt it again. Except it wasn't just darkness, it was jelousy and hate. I glanced back at the blonde and saw her quickly looking to her food. It was definately her.