Liz was packing for Harvard. Humming happily, there was a knock on her window. Looking up, she saw Kyle and Michael at her window, Michael appreciating the glint in her eye. This was the same Liz, who had stopped him in the alleyway, who had saved them all numerous times, who was bright and brilliant and sarcastic, innocent, naive but could fight and was oh so strong. Her stonewall had gone, no shield, her mind cleared, their connection was as strong as ever. They shared a grin. Kyle coughed. "Can we please come in?" She rolled her eyes, waving them in. Kyle grinned "We're here to help. Where can we start?" "Right, Kyle the Musketeer stuff is over there, I'm taking the lot", rolling his eyes, he muttered "of course you are, how many fake ID's do you need?" "Just the one, I'm sure there will be places to sneak into for parties. I can always alter it." Michael blinked 'did she just say she has got a fake ID?!'
Kyle noticed his look. "Gee Guerin, do you honestly mean to tell me that even after dating a second musketeer, you still don't know their history of it?!". Shaking his head, he asked "Where's mine?" catching it as it was thrown to him. He pocketed it. Maria then knocked on her bedroom door, "Hello?" Liz opened it and closed it behind Maria. Grinning, she passed Maria her fake ID. Maria grinned, pocketing hers. To complete the set, Liz dug hers out, 'Beth Parker, there you are. It's been a while' she thought, pocketing hers with a practised hand into her back pocket. Michael just felt like he was in the Twilight Zone- sweet, innocent Liz Parker had a fake ID, as did everyone else in the room but him. Maria put him out his confusion with a grin.
"Seeing as the last of the infamous three musketeers are leaving Roswell, I do believe it's time to explain our history, don't you Beth "Parker" Parker?" she asked, her eyes full of mirth at her friends look of 'Shut the hell up!' Liz bit back. Kyle just wanted popcorn to watch the show. Her eyes flashed in warning, "Really Miss Ria 'Margarita' Salt?" Michael's jaw dropped. She turned on Kyle, who backed away and she smugly smiled. Michael's eyes flickered back and forth, trying to take this all in. The clean cut Liz wasn't exactly as clean cut as he thought and he'd picked Maria's alias for Vegas. His 'Parker' nickname for Liz was her alias. He hadn't had a clue about any of it.
Liz grinned at him, her eyes dancing at his confusion. This was 'Parker' looking back at him; he recognised it now from Metachem. She blushed, looking away. She was a rebel at heart and he wanted nothing more to be alone with her right now and show her how he felt about that. Later on he would and at Harvard, the sky was their limit.
"It started back when we were ten when staying with Liz's aunt in California. Alex, Liz and I were bored, really bored-so bored we didn't know what to do bored Liz added- and Alex had the great idea to sneak into the pool. He already was a whizz at computers. He hacked into the CCTV, Liz climbed the fence to open the gate and I was lookout. We got away with it. Over the coming weeks, we had fun. That lift!" Liz laughed "That was funny! They deserved it though. They had been annoying us for two days straight and it was in our defence. Alex hacked into the lift and made the lift go straight past their floor. My aunt lives in a hotel. It was a lot of fun."
Michael smirked, it did sound like fun. Maria continued "They were two brothers' two floors above us, who had been asking Liz and me if we wanted to go swimming. (There is only some many times when I want to go swimming Liz piped up in annoyance) and Alex defended us. We both sneaked into their apartment." "I rigged the shower to go hot, not cold". Liz said and Maria said "And I put itching powder into his shower gel. Alex took the full blame after the complaints. We treated him to a pizza for that as you do. After that, whenever something odd happened, it came back to us and we denied all knowledge of it."
Liz took over "My aunt couldn't prove it and so never ever told my dad as long as we made up for it somehow to her. It was a good deal. One day, we were sat in Alex's room and she put her head around the door and asked what were the three musketeers up to that day. She named us, realising it was one for all and all for one for us. It stuck. We have been ever since. The next summer Kyle joined us in California and so did Sean. We did offer both a place in the group but they turned it down officially. Unofficially they were part of it."
Maria laughed "The number of times Liz got chatted up was unbelievable. I got the looks, she got the numbers! I lost count of the times Sean had to pretend to be her boyfriend! It worked."
Kyle laughed at the memory "What about the times they were dating for that summer. As for what she was wearing, I'm not surprised. Daisy dukes and vest tops, seriously! I'm surprised they didn't have to kiss more."
Liz coughed "I AM STILL HERE YOU KNOW!'' ignoring her boyfriends raised eyebrow at what he had heard. Her friends smirked at her. She crossed her arms with a toss of her head, her face mutinous. Then she sighed, "My aunt asked that summer I visited how the musketeers were going, I said we'd been busy. She did say how sorry she was when Alex died."
Shaking her head, she got the copies of Alex's ID from Vegas Isabel had made for her, honoured at the gift of a memory. "I have Alex's too. He took his both his real one and fake one to Vegas and never got the fake one changed back. Isabel made copies of it for me to give to everyone. The three musketeers will always be three Maria." She held her friends eyes, nodding. Maria hugged her; insanely glad to have copy of it. She held Maria just as tightly. Stepping back from her, she gave Maria her copy, passing out two more to the guys. Her own she kept with hers. Michael got why. Alex's memory. He approved with a gentle smile for her. "Isabel has given Max his. We all have one now. There is one left but I know where it's going. Right now, more packing."
At last, the others had left and most of the packing was done. It was Michael left with his girlfriend and he took full advantage. "So you're a rebel at heart, I love that. Do you have any idea how much finding that bit out about you turned me on?" his lips caressed her neck, his arm holding her around her waist to him, letting her feel what he meant. She melted, sighing at his touch. "Yes, damn why does Harvard have to be so far away. I don't how much longer before I can't stop myself. You are too addictive for my own good. You should carry a health warning. I..." He'd kissed her to shut her up, feeling the difference now in her. She was right; the passion was getting too much. Having her this open was undoing him. It took all his will power to not act now.
He took them to their dream plain and there he made love to her. Seducing her slowly until she screamed his name in intense pleasure in her mind, shaking in her release. Snaking his hand down her side, he slid it under her jeans and pressed his hand in with a jolt of power. He swallowed her scream with a searing kiss, removing his hand. She returned the favour and pressed her hand to him with a jolt. He went flying over the edge, barely holding his scream. Both were shaking. Her legs barely held her up, his was shaking. Together, they sank down to her bed. His eyes meet hers, shaky amber to stunned coffee. He pinned her in place, nipping her neck, marking her as his.
At her eager whimper, still high in her blissful cloud, he whispered "Shall we change the boundaries a little, you know scratch that extremely annoying itch we both feel?" Locking the door and window, she nodded as he took charge, exploring his hand and she pulled him into a kiss. "How far?" "Only what we've done tonight with our hands, nothing more than that" he silkily told her, lying next to her fully, allowing his hand to travel over her. She nodded. He popped her jeans button, undoing the zip before softly exploring. She whimpered at his touch, desperate for more until she bucked against his hand, she was close. He pressed his thumb firmly in one spot and she went stiff, going over the edge, whispering his name. Rolling her into him, he rubbed her shoulder as she came down again for the last time that night. "Better?" she nodded tiredly, as he smirked happily at his handiwork.
The look on her face when she'd gone over the edge under his hand was worth the wait. Then he felt her arm move. Her hand brushed him and he jumped at her tender touch. Using her abilities to undo his jeans, her hand sneaked under and held him. He gasped, she set her pace and he went over in her hand, moaning her name for the last time that night. "Better?" he nodded, "Much better." She removed her hand and softly kissed him, his look had been worth it for that. "I love you." "I love you too." They fell asleep together.
He woke up half an hour later. Smiling down at his girl, he brushed her hair out of her face, noting her biting her lip in her sleep. "Don't, no stop please, I didn't know, please stop, donnnn't kill me, stop!" Her eyes flew open, full of panic. He soothed her arm, "Shhh, I'm here. It's ok, wake up. You are safe now." Shuddering, she calmed down. "What was that about?" he was worried. She didn't know. "I'm not sure. Maybe it's just my own fears." She shook it off. "How much packing do you need to do for your choice of University? You never said where you're going." He sorted himself out and got a letter out of his jacket, handing it to her. She had just sorted herself out. Reading it, her jaw dropped "This is Harvard, art at Harvard. I get my place; we'll both be in Harvard together. This is amazing. How much packing have you done?" "All of it before I came here. Is it me or did we miss a box?"
Looking away, she shook her head. He frowned, he didn't quite believe her. He found the box; he opened the box and froze. Inside were letters, her suicide letters. He couldn't believe this. She said she had got rid of them. He glared at her, his whisky eyes dark. "Why are these letters here?" "They worked for running away too just in case." "So you weren't planning drastic measures again?" he crossed his arms, his body tense. "No. Sean had given me an interesting lecture crossed with a pep talk and threatened to knock me out if I ever tried anything so incredibly bloody stupid again to drink myself stupid. He did say more but I don't think you'd want to hear it." She was right, he didn't. He relaxed. "Good then. The letters are still being thrown out." She nodded, waving her hand and he watched them vanish into nothing but packing paper. She grinned at his raised eyebrow, "Now my packing is done and we leave for Harvard tomorrow. Are you sure you're packed?" he sighed nodding. "Great then, I need your help on a drive tonight. Come on."
They were driving to the cemetery Michael had realised when Alex's fake ID went into the car. The last one left. A last tribute to Alex. As they got out of the car, locked it and walked to their friends spot, the memories threatened to overwhelm her. He felt every emotion, catching her as she went under from them washing over her. His arm firmly around her, he put her back firmly on her feet- emotionally and physically- and placed himself emotionally next to her in their shared bond. She wasn't alone anymore in this. Sighing in relief, she rested her head on his shoulder as they walked together to the grave.
Tears filled her eyes as her fingers caressed the stone. "Hey Alex, it's been a while. I really unintentionally got things messed up didn't I! The good news is Tess is paying now. I won't say how- you probably really wouldn't approve. I have powers now. I got her to pay. I'm leaving for Harvard tomorrow and I hope to get in. I have a gift for you, a fitting tribute to your name and memory. I hope you like it." She knelt down next to the stone and her head swum from the memories. A sure hand gripped her shoulder, pulling her out of it. Placing the ID in place, she used her powers to make it form into the stone as an outline, keeping the surface flat. Once she was finished, she stood up under Michael's strong hand, leaning back on his shoulder. He'd be driving them back he knew.
Together, they admired the handiwork. It was a fitting tribute. Michael spoke "Hi Whitman." Alex replied "Hi Guerin." Both of them jumped. Alex laughed. "I'm in your heads. Think of me as a lasting memory in your minds, not a ghost." Liz nodded. Michael scratched his eyebrow in confusion. Alex looked at Liz seriously "Stop it now. It isn't your fault. You are forgiven." Looking at them both, he let them off the hook for his death "You're both forgiven, neither of you failed and it is over. So go and be happy together please, for me. This is my last request to you both. Please honour it and let me go." They nodded.
Liz carefully stepped forward to hug him, tears sparkling in her eyes. Alex wiped them away. "No more tears" he told her, kissing her cheek and gently hugging her. She stepped back and Michael strode forward to gently hug him. "I'm so sorry man, I should have known." Stepping back, Alex told him the words he needed to hear. " I FORGIVE YOU!" He closed his eyes. "Thank you", his voice full of relief at being forgiven. Alex smiled and vanished. Liz sighed in sadness and bitter sweetness, it was over and finished. They were done! They could focus on their futures now and Harvard, having been given at long last, a moving on moment.
She meet Michael's eyes, full of relief at being fully forgiven as was his. They shared a smile of bittersweet relief. He put his hand out to her. "Let's go home." Nodding, looking back once, they left together, hand in hand.
The next morning was frantic. After getting Liz home quietly up her ladder and kissing her good night, he had gone home and slept. He'd been woken up to Isabel calling him, saying he needed to meet the group at the Crash Down for one last breakfast before they all left together for the airport.
He had got there to find them having milkshakes. Liz typically had her head in the Harvard for Dummies book, Max taking it out of her hands and putting her drink in her hands instead. He grinned, walking up behind her, quietly with a finger on her lips for the others to stay quiet, Max putting the drink down for her on the counter. "How many times have I told you you'll get into Harvard?" he told her, kissing her hair. Her dad smiled. His daughter would be very well looked after, there was no need to worry anymore. Liz sighed, leaning back against him "And how many times have I told you that I might have missed something!" Laughing, he told her "You wouldn't, now relax will you while I get my drink." Rolling her eyes, she sighed before relaxing. Her dad handed him his drink, nodding to the hot sauce on the counter.
Grabbing the empty seat next to him, he poured on the hot sauce to his taste and put his arm around his girl. It was official. The two were inseparable. "So what was everyone talking about?" looking around the group. "New York of course" Billy said, sat next to Maria. "Boston for us" Isabel said and "NMU" Max said with Kyle nodding with him. Ava had Zan. Isabel asked him "So , where are you going Michael?" "Harvard doing art." He shrugged at everyone's surprise. Kyle put it together first. "You and Liz will both be in Harvard together then. Wow. Good luck dragging her away from her books!" He just smirked at Kyle, the amber dancing in his eyes, looking at Liz, who looked away with a faint blush. Laughing, he said " I think I can manage."
Amy was there too, looking at the new group dynamics going on there. She was quite surprised. However, it all worked out well.
Max had his small family, Isabel was with Jesse, Kyle was on his own, Maria had her dream of New York with a song writing boyfriend and Liz, Maria's best friend was happily snuggled with Maria's ex Michael, who she had suspected had always had a flame burning for the girl in his arms but had taken a long time to act on it. She had a feeling Liz had always been the same about Michael and had also taken her time. She smiled. It was ok by her. It was time for one last group before they left. "Photo time everyone." Setting up the tripod, she got everyone into place. "Cheers!" The camera flashed, preserving the moment for eternity.
After that, it was a mad dash to the airport, more photos were taken and hugs were given until everyone was getting on a plane was on their planes, the people left had gone home. Maria and Billy was on the plane to Harvard with them to help settle them both into their rooms. They were asleep, Liz was looking up yet more stuff for Harvard, getting really nervous now and he was resisting the urge to take the book out of her hands. It got too much. He made her put the book down, smothering her protest with a kiss. "Better, now relax and sleep" he told her after he had erased her thoughts, guiding her head down to his shoulder to sleep. She was out like a light.
He finally was able to relax and think. So much had changed since that night she had nearly left town. When he realised Maria had no idea of what was happening with Liz, he'd been stunned. When Max had told him that Liz was in trouble with her own powers breaking through, he had been instantly concerned. She was human. This could kill her. She'd put a book on fire and fainted on Max. It was serious. Kyle had gone to Max first when her hands had gone green. She hadn't mentioned a word to Max otherwise, stonewalling everyone but Kyle around her. Kyle was in her shoes too of course. That was why she had gone to Kyle. When Maria had asked him why he knew, he'd told her.
Maria then had delivered a bombshell to him- that Liz was better at stonewalling people and herself than him. She had done it to him so often now that he just thought it was who she was, not realising she was protecting him the entire time. From pain and hurt, acting on her instincts completely. She had been being playing a part for Maxwell so well he hadn't seen the truth of it at all until Maria had opened his eyes to it. He had been stunned by it. Liz had been stonewalling Maria too, to allow her focus to be on her demo. Maria had been worried sick when he told her that Liz had developed powers, feeling guilty about focusing on her own stuff, of having her own life instead of being there for her friend, being drawn back into the alien chaos where she didn't want to be. Liz had kept quiet to keep her out of the alien chaos she had told a speechless Michael.
After hearing that Max was going to heal her with Kyle's help in the desert that night, she had left in a hurry, anxious to see her best friend was ok. Michael had stared after her in total shock at what he had been told, going for that walk a bit later on that changed everything for both him and Liz. Bringing himself back to the present, he glanced down at the sleeping angel by his side, relieved they had made their way through everything together and had arrived at the same place as a couple. Her dream still concerned him.
She was stirring, muttering in her sleep. Shaking her head, frowning at something, she froze in her dream, waking up with a gasp. Brushing a hair out of her eyes, he sent soothing thoughts to her, feeling her relax. 'Was that the same dream again?', 'yes, I have no idea why though. I haven't had any flashes to explain it.' He felt her confusion.
'It'll be ok. We'll be landing soon.' Yawning, she nodded. Fully awake, she turned to see Maria sleeping with Billy. Everyone was ok. Michael smiled at seeing the proof of what Maria had told him about his angel protecting everyone around her, including herself. They were exactly the same like that.
The light went on. They were landing in ten minutes. Maria and Billy woke up, kissing each other a hello and I love you. When she had announced the news she was dating Billy when the group had been reunited, everyone was ok with it, even Michael. They all got ready to land, the friends catching each other's smiles.
Once off the plane, they got through the airport and got in the taxi to Harvard, Michael sending his nervous bookworm of a girlfriend calming thoughts as they were driven to her possible future. They arrived and handing her luggage to Maria, an unusually flustered Liz squared her shoulder. Michael could give her better than that. He lead her aside and gave her a pep talk in his own unique way. He slowly kissed her, giving her his strength and support, telling her without words how proud he was of her, how much he loves and needs her, can't be without her and will always be by her side. She drank it all in, marvelling at what she was feeling from him.
He meet her eyes afterwards. "Did you get all that?" She nodded, smiling. "Go and get it now then. You can do this. You're already here Parker, go on in. You don't need luck, you've already got this." His whisky eyes told her of his confidence in her. She smiled back at him, ready to go in now and face her future. With a grin on her face, full of confidence and with a toss of her head, she walked into her future. Maria just grinned at the change in her from before. Michael really was good for her best friend. Billy watched with a smile on his face. They got the bags to the rooms. Michael had an constant eye on Liz through their link.
She was in the interview now, answering the questions and having her grades looked at. Her nerves were tangible in their link, prompting him to send soothing thoughts to her. She was about to get her answer. Liz was nervous, sat in the chair she watched the interviewer over the desk deciding her fate. "Well Miss Parker, we are impressed. You are in. We had letters of recommendation for you from your teachers, your grades are excellent and the extra credit is the icing on the cake for us. You are welcome here at Harvard. You'll be shown to your room. Congratulations." He shook her hand with a grin, she shook it, smiling back at him. She left the room, letter of acceptance in hand and walked with her guide up to her room. It was close to Michael's room, her bags in there already. She thanked the guide and sank down on her bed. She was in.
Michael sent a questioning thought to her. 'Are you in?' ' I'm in.' Michael grinned at Maria and Billy. "She's in." Liz opened the door, her face full of relief. "I'm in. I get to stay and we are only 1 room away from each other." Maria hugged her in congratulations, Billy nodded and Michael just smirked, walking up to her and hugging her tightly. "I knew you would do it. Congratulations sweetheart, you really are my Little Miss Scientist." 'I'll be giving you your reward for getting in later.' He winked at her. She looked away. Maria regretfully broke the moment. "Let's get Liz settled in." Three hours later, she was settled in and Maria and Billy left for a hotel.
Back in Michael's room, they were alone. Liz had finished phoning her dad to let him know she was in. Michael tugged her around, taking the phone out of her hands and kissed her. The lock on her door was melted as it was on his. This was their time and they had all night. He bit her neck, nipping at her tender skin at her moan. 'Mine' ' I'm yours', 'Let go of that control of yours and just give in. I already have.' His mental voice was soft and sultry, seductive love making at its best. She gave in, pulling his mouth to hers and nipped at his lip, smiling at his gasp.
She took control over the kiss, making him melt and he pulled her closer, kissing her deeper, sliding her cardigan off her shoulders and it landed on the floor. His jacket joined it. Hands roamed, lips kissed and tongues tasted. Her top ended up on the pile on the floor, his t-shirt joining it moments later, he moved them to their bed, lost in each other. He wanted to move things along but he had to know exactly what had happened with Kyle that night first. He'd pinned her to the bed, on the verge of completely claiming her for himself when he'd realised he did need to know.
''I need to know exactly what happened that night with Kyle. I believe you when you say nothing happened but I need to see it for myself." She meet his eyes startled, "you what?! That was the most humiliating night of my life ever. I promised Kyle I would never tell. Since you've asked, ok. I'll show you but don't tell Kyle you know. Promise?" He nodded, his eyes dark. Settling next to her, he felt the link open completely and closed his eyes, his mind taken to that night. Liz was stood next to him 'There you go', her emotions were a mess.
He watched her in the bathroom, asking future Max to turn around, his eyes wide at seeing future Max for the first time, Liz wrapping a towel around herself. 'She had to go all out to set this up, didn't she!' He winced, feeling her heart breaking at that moment. She had gone from his side, unable to relive this again. Hearing Kyle's voice asking for the rules for this made his heart sink, sinking further at her shaky reply. She hated having to do this but she'd had no choice. Max's words made him want to strangle Max for doing this to her. There should have been another way. "I've fought in hundreds of battles but watching you do this was the hardest thing I've ever had to do in my life."
He wanted to shout at Max "How do you think she feels? STOP HER! She shouldn't have to do this, you're killing her!" but he couldn't, it was too late. Liz had already left the room, he'd felt her heart break with every fucking step she had taken. He watched her carefully slide under the cover, rebuffing Kyle's concerned question. She was miserable. He winced as she clutched her duvet to slide the towel free. He felt sick. She'd had no fucking choice. Now he wished he'd never asked. This was humiliating for the sake of the planet, for him. 'Damn!' his emotions were seething. Then the scene relaxed and she talked with Kyle about Max, ironically enough, then Max appeared and left horrified. "That's that then" Kyle said.
The scene changed. It was Liz with Future Max alone on her balcony, talking. It was the end of the original timeline, the end of her first marriage, the end of her world. The despair had kicked in. He felt it all. Her heart was broken completely. She was saying about how the future she had been told about now wouldn't happen, she asked for her wedding dance and was given it. His heart broke for her when he watched Max vanish, leaving her completely alone and isolated in her secret.
The Future him should have arrived by now but was already dead. He thought of how she had stepped back, alone in the days since, her confidence shattered. She had been unsure of her place in the group from that point on. She felt like she hadn't deserved to be there with them anymore. Then Tess's betrayal happened and they lost Alex and Tess was a traitor. She'd fallen further then, all the way to looking for the way out for good. And it all lead back to Future Max. It was no wonder after Max's betrayal with Tess on top of this, she had rejected him. The scene disappeared. He came back to the bed, she was gone. He knew why. 'Where was she?' she was in tears, he knew that much. He noticed his t-shirt gone from the floor. He opened the door and found her crying on the floor. "I'm so sorry for asking to see that. Come on." He was contrite and incredibly sorry for asking her that now.
He got her to her feet and back into the room, locking the door again and remelting it, gently kissing her tears away. Their fire was back, he kissed as an apology at first and then it changed to fire. He moved back to whip his t-shirt off her, bringing her back to him, losing himself effortlessly again. She was equally lost, melting under his fire. Her hands went to his jeans, undoing them with a wave of her hand. He stepped out of them, kicking them away and lifting her up. Her bra went flying. They landed on the bed and he waved his hand over her jeans, undoing them and helped her kick them off. Settling on top of her, they both gasped at the feeling of it, going under in their combined heat.
His hands went everywhere, exploring along with hers on him. She moaned as he rocked against her. Raising himself up, he pulled her knickers off her, sighing as she tugged his boxers off. Finally, their eyes meet before meeting in a final searing kiss, as he reached in his drawer and got protection out for them. Melting the top of the foil, he got himself sorted before saying 'I love you, you're mine' and moving into her, feeling her gasp. Feeling the physical proof he'd been looking for, he kissed her slowly with a mental 'I love you' before moving into her once more, her gasp disappearing into their kiss. He pulled away to look at her, her eyes closed and her breathing erratic. "Are you ok?" he tenderly asked her, brushing her hair out of her eyes. She nodded "I'm fine, I can't think right now. This is too damn good."
He had to agree. Her eyes opened, glazed in bliss "Move please. I am ok." He carefully moved back before he moved forward and gently set a pace. She worked with him until they went sailing over the edge together in amidst shouts and screams of pleasure, screaming each other's names in ecstasy. They were floating in a cloud, kissing softly until they came down to earth again. Michael rested his forehead against hers "That was.. I can't even describe it." Liz was equally breathless "Never can I. I can't even think straight. Damn, I love you so much." "I love you too. We need to get some sleep soon." "I know, just I... I don't want this to end yet", nodding in agreement with him.
He smiled "We have a lifetime for this, we need sleep now." He carefully moved off her and laid next to her, bringing her close to him. "Sleep", he kissed her hair. She drifted off easily. He put the folded down cover over them and slept himself after cleaning up.
The next morning he woke up, wondering if last night had been a dream. Looking down at the dark haired angel in his arms, he knew he wasn't. She was his now, completely his. Maxwell was an idiot to believe her, no matter how hard she had tried. Well, he was keeping her now completely for himself. She was a wildfire, one he was happy to burn in. There was a knock at the door "Michael, where is Liz?" It was Maria, of course it was! Damn her timing. Liz was just waking up.
Groaning, Liz woke up "Bloody hell, who is that knocking? Can't they just go away; I'm too comfortable to move." He grinned "I believe it is Maria. Any idea why?" "What time is it?", asking in frustration, he checked "11am". She sat up in bed, giving him a very nice view of her bare back. "I was meant to meet her 20 minutes ago for breakfast. Fuck!" He raised an eyebrow at that, there's an irony for them. She elbowed him, rolling her eyes. "I know that Michael!'' She'd said it a bit too loudly. Maria heard it. "Liz, get dressed, then we really need to have a girl talk. You have 10 minutes. Good morning Michael." She left. "Great!" Liz groaned her head in her hands.
She looked at an extremely sexy Michael and groaned again. She leaned up and kissed him, being pulled to him, the sheet slipping. Resting their foreheads together, she said "Good morning and I love you. I've got to get ready." Good morning and I love you too. Now go before I start round two." Sighing at her blush-seriously!- he grinned as she grabbed his t-shirt from beside the bed, groaning at her putting it on and grabbed her clothes from the floor. She went to the bathroom and got changed, coming out to see a dishevelled Michael in just his boxers and jeans, hand out for his t-shirt. She throw it at him with a grin, un-melting and unlocking the door before slipping out and doing the same to her lock, closing the door behind her. She was getting changed when he walked in behind her, locking the door with a grin. "Nice view." "Thank you." She was sorted.
She turned and his jaw dropped. This was her make over. Gone was the plain. She was dangerous and sexy. Black jeans with boots, her top was not too low cut but still sexy and it was topped off by her leather jacket. Her hair was loose and she had used her powers to apply light make up. He kissed her in appreciation. "Perfect" he told her, letting her out of her room with her bag in his hand. They walked to meet Maria, having locked their doors behind them. Maria was impressed by Liz's new look and the look between her and Michael spoke volumes. Oh yeah. They had definitely spent the night together.
"Good morning, I hope last night was fun" she said with a grin. Liz blushed and Michael glared at her. "When do you start your studies then?' asking as they sat down. "Tomorrow for both of us" Liz answered for them, "Like the new look? It's all my idea!" She grinned "I love it. What shall we get for breakfast?" Looking at the menu, Liz mentioned "My parents are coming over today with the rest of the group to celebrate together. Everyone is flying in this afternoon. Dad also said that while our jobs are going to be covered by others, we will get them back when we return." He and Maria nodded and they ordered. That afternoon, after a frantic tidy up, everyone arrived and were shown around. Ava had stayed behind with Zan and so had Jesse in Boston.
The official graduation had gone well except for a slight problem; the FBI had been thrown out by school officials. The group hid their reactions. Liz's dream made perfect sense now. It had been a warning. Michael squeezed her hand in comfort at that. They had a meal out to celebrate Liz getting into Harvard and secretly, everyone staying alive against all the odds. Her dad made a speech, apologising for her mum missing being there. She'd stayed behind. It was a fun but long night. After the last speeches had been said and the last photos taken, everyone went to their respective places to get to bed and sleep, her dad walking her to her room, telling her he was proud of her and kissing her forehead in a big hug. Calling "Good night" to Michael, he left for the hotel.
Michael wanted half an hour and knocked on her door. She opened it with a mischievous smile, wearing her nightie as she invited him in, locking it behind her. Kissing him, she whispered "It's my turn" before enjoying a second night in carnal bliss with him. They had a quick rush in the morning, seeing everyone off to the airport and settled down to their studies. The weeks went by and their relationship flourished. The only thing missing was their song. That came about by accident.
Michael had been studying when Liz had knocked on the door, waiting for his call to come in when the radio was on playing a Bon Jovi song. She walked in on the line "just in time" and he stared at her, sitting on his bed, singing along with an occasional grin at him while doing her work. He'd shut the door. Her hand was in the air by the second verse directing, writing with her free hand, looking at him on the line "get back to you". She snorted at pushing her luck a time or two. She shook her head at the bridge, a faint smile on her face, putting the 'L' pendant in his open bedside drawer, closing it. She was rocking out by the very end of the song, her arm swaying in the air, singing loudly. He was stunned. That was their song, it fit them perfectly. Liz had walked into his life just in time and ended his excuses really easily. The first verse was about him. The song was right. The second verse was hers he knew, her face had reflected it.
The bridge was to do with a goodbye to Sean he'd noted. The end was about them finding each other at long last he realised. It worked for them completely. Even the title "Saturday Night Gave Me Sunday Morning" fitted them, finding the light in the darkness in both their lives. He smiled at her. She smiled back. "I like the song" He put his work down with a smirk "So do I. I know it's our song." He moved the work out of her hands and put it down by the bed on the floor. Moving her into his arms, he sat on his bed, resting against her "I've missed you" "I know, me too", she reached up to pull his head down to her in a loving kiss, one he happily responded to, pushing her down onto the bed and rolling her onto her back beneath him.
Sighing happily, she melted under his questing hands, groaning when she realised she needed to get her notes to her study group. Pushing at his chest, he looked at her puzzled. With a regretful sigh, she explained "I originally came in here to finish my study notes for my group study. They need them to make comparisons on theories and are still there, waiting for me. You are a really good distraction." He rolled off her, letting her get up. Catching her at her waist as she stood up after getting her notes, he nipped her ear with a whisper of "Cancel any plans tonight, you're all mine".
She nodded, tidied herself up and he let her go out the door. She got back to her study group, ready to go, ignoring several interested looks. It was the girl who lived in between her and Michael, Ailene, who was in the group, who told her "Nice hickey. Did Michael give that to you?" Liz blushed, her hand covering her neck. At the surprised looks, Ailene explained "Liz and Michael are dating. I know this because I live in the room in the middle of their rooms. I know enough." She shrugged.
"Michael as in Guerin, the new guy?" Liz was asked, she nodded. A few eyes went wide in appreciation, one or two of them whistled. "He's hot" another one said, "Lucky you!" She blushed. "So what theories are we talking about?" she asked, covering the hickey with her hair. Later that night, she gave Michael a gift of her own- a 'G' pendant with their entwined symbols put together on the back of it and a simple 'Mine' engraved on the back of it. He loved it and wore it daily ever since. He added her symbol to his on the back of her pendants, completing the set. He'd thanked her the best way he could- with loving pleasure.