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The door was thrown open and Michael stormed into the room with a hesitant Maria behind him.

"The FBI? Why didn't you tell us sooner?" Michael cried.

"He didn't recognize us, he's not from Roswell." Max replied softly, giving Liz a glance.

"But time will tell." Maria said quietly. "And when he does, what then?"

"We could just leave." Max answered.

"Leave?" Maria raised an eyebrow. "We've only been here a few months; we can't keep running from the FBI all our lives."

"Maria's right." Michael snapped. "We should just go and deal with the FBI and get them out of our way."

"So we should run back to Roswell and charge into the FBI base? Get ourselves killed?" Max stood up, his voice rising. Liz reached for the side of her head, feeling a horrible throbbing, a sharp pain that was worse than any migraine she had ever had. She winced from the pain and looked at Max for comfort but he was standing face to face with Michael.

"No, we should do something!" Michael yelled back angrily. "We can't go back to being hunted! We have powers; Liz has powers, so we should start using them!"

"Liz!" Maria ran forward and Max turned to see Liz had collapsed on the floor, green sparks running across her body.

"Liz." Max knelt down and reached out to her but the sparks flashed dangerously almost as if it was a warning.

"What's wrong with her?" Michael shot a look at Max.

"This hasn't happened before!" Maria cried. "Max, what if something caused this?"

The door opened and Kyle walked in, looking around in surprise, then saw Liz on the floor.

"What happened to Liz?" Kyle asked, pulling his hands out of his pockets and hurrying over. Max reached out to touch Liz's arm, aware that he could be shocked by the green electricity that seemed to course through her. The green sparks didn't affect him so he helped pull Liz to her feet.

"Maria." Max nodded to the pale faced girl and she helped him lift Liz onto a nearby couch.

"We don't know." Michael glanced at Kyle.

"Man, what if this happens to me?" Kyle ran his hand through his hair nervously. "What if this is something to do with being healed by aliens?"

"No, I'm sure it's not that." Max denied. "Liz has just been under pressure, from the FBI and the fact that we might have to leave."

"Wait, the FBI? You never mentioned that!"

"That's why we're here." Michael said to Kyle, giving Max an annoyed glare. "Max is thinking of leaving."

"Well we can't do that now, not while Liz is like this." Maria spoke as she sat next to her best friend, stroking her hair. The green sparks had faded and Liz's eyes were open, a pained expression on her face.

"Max, why is this happening to me?" Liz asked quietly. Max kissed her forehead and held her hand in comfort. They had no idea, no answer.

"What should we do?" Kyle looked at all of them. They all hesitated. It had been weeks since they had all been together. Kyle had gotten a job as a mechanic at a garage, he was the only source of income for all of them. Liz and Max had been living together in their cheap apartment while Maria and Michael had been constantly moving and finally settled in a flat. Isabel had been reserved lately, feeling the pain from leaving Jesse and regretting her decision to leave him.

"Liz?" Isabel had stepped into the room, looking like a wreck. Since they had left Roswell, she had put on a happy face for Max and Liz's marriage, but now the strain of leaving Jesse and everyone behind was evident in her expression.

"We don't know why it happened." Michael informed her.

"Something's happening to me." Liz spoke, her voice hoarse. "I can feel it, Max."

Max squeezed her hand in concern and comfort. Then he stood up and faced the others.

"We have to leave. We can't stay here any longer, now that the FBI is here. We can't stay to be found by them."

"And we can't just keep running." Michael said. "We've been doing that almost all our lives. Ending the Roswell FBI will end all of this. They're the ones who recognize us."

"We can't just kill off a whole FBI base and the Special Unit." Maria spoke up.

"The Special Unit no longer exists." Michael glanced at her.

"But they could have rebuilt. It's been three months; we just don't know how many resources they could have gathered by then. They could have captured our families, they could have interrogated them!"

"Maria, don't say that!" Liz snapped harshly.

"Sorry." Maria looked at Liz sympathetically. "I just keep thinking that, ever since we left Roswell."

"We all do." Isabel said quietly, thinking of Jesse. "I don't want anything bad to happen to them."

"And three months isn't that long. They couldn't have summoned an army of alien hunters in that time." Michael said derisively.

"What should we do then?" Kyle looked at Max. It was just normal for them all to do that, to look at Max whenever they needed guidance, leadership.

"I'm not a King." Max looked at each of them. "We will decide together."

"So it's a vote." Maria looked at him. "To go back to Roswell, or stay here."

"We can't stay here for too long." Kyle said after some moment's thought. "I say stay here. Liz needs our help and we shouldn't pack our bags and head for Roswell any time soon."

"I agree." Maria looked at Liz.

"I want to leave, but Liz's health is more important." Max gave Liz a hopeful smile.

"I say we should go after the FBI." That was Michael.

"Even though I want to go back, to our families, to Jesse, Liz needs our help. And we should help her first." Isabel decided.

"So we will stay here, rest up, help Liz." Max confirmed. "Then we will go back. When we're ready."

Isabel nodded in agreement, then turned and left the apartment. Max glanced at Michael before getting up and going after her.

"Isabel." Max walked up to her.

"I just miss him so much, Max." Isabel fingered the wedding ring, staring at it forlornly. "I want to go back to him, to make sure he's safe."

"We will go back." Max promised. "When it's time."

Isabel nodded sadly, and then started walking.

"I'll call you when we've decided." Max called after her, watching Isabel's retreating form. He felt horrible for her, he knew how she was feeling, but he knew they couldn't do anything about it.

Not yet.