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Anonymous · Post by **Anonymous** » Sat Jun 22, 2002 2:02 pm

<img src=http://www.ezboard.com/intl/aenglish/im ... s/wink.gif ALT=";)"> Max and Liz are just hopeless!!! <center>******************************</center><center><img src=http://www.fortunecity.com/victorian/st ... r>THE UK 'ORBIT' HAS LANDED!!!<img src=http://www.data-techniques.net/cwm/otn/ ... r>ZARA ISABEL MARCH 8TH 2002</center><center>ZAN IS DA MAN<center>Hoo= PIC!!Blue= Cyber Mum</center><center>If evolution works, why do mums only have two hands???</center>

Anonymous · Post by **Anonymous** » Sat Jun 22, 2002 10:15 pm

Oh, please update this soon, it is so great!

Post by **splatty** » Mon Jun 24, 2002 10:49 am

oh angel, you are just amazing. i love this so much. please post more soon. <img src=http://www.ezboard.com/intl/aenglish/im ... /smile.gif ALT=":)">

Post by **Angel13** » Tue Jun 25, 2002 10:24 am

Part 29~ Throughout the rest of the plane ride, Max and Liz are waging individual internal battles. Max is debating his decision about backing off of Liz and Liz is debating what she wants from him. They exchange glances every once in a while, only to look away quickly and begin their debates again. Liz can instantly feel the change in climates as the plane lands and she takes her sweater off, tying it around her waist. As they all stand up and wait to get off the plane, she feels Max’s hand on the small of her back, guiding her to stand in front of him as he moves back in the aisle. She turns and smiles up at him, really hoping that things won’t be weird between them now. As they make their way into the crowded airport, she’s suddenly hit with the change in culture from Europe to Mexico. There are people everywhere, and it seems as if everyone is talking loudly and excitedly in Spanish. Weaving their way through the crowds, Max keeps his hand on Liz as they make their way to baggage claim to meet the others and pick up their suitcases. Max pulls off two of their suitcases and Jesse and Michael grab the other two and they head toward customs. Once they’re safely, and officially in Mexico, they walk outside into the blazing heat and grab a van that takes them to the Pink Zone to the Parque Ensenada hotel. As they ride, Liz keeps her eye out the window memorizing their route and studying the layout of the city. She makes notes in her small notebook about landmarks and major streets and areas that seem to have a lot of activity. Michael nudges Maria and nods toward Liz. “Does she always do that?” Maria looks toward Liz and says, “Huh? Oh, yah.” Michael nods, impressed and turns toward Jesse. He’s pointing things out to Isabel and telling her what they are and Michael thinks Jesse will be more comfortable here than in France since he can already speak Spanish. In Paris, he had gotten his job at the tourist shop mainly because he could help the Spanish and English speaking customers. Kyle and Serena are sitting in front of him, Kyle with his arm over the back of the seat behind her. He makes a mental note to talk to Max and Isabel about Kyle’s new power and working with him to develop it more. It could come in handy in the future. As everyone gathers in the lobby of the hotel, Maria prepares to check in and hesitantly says, “Um…how many rooms should I get?” She looks at Liz, then Max…unsure if she should get them one room or two. Liz looks around to see everyone’s eyes on her and Max and she glances up at him before saying, “Oh…um…we shouldn’t spend more money than we have to. See if you can get a room with two beds…Max and I can stay in there.” She looks up to see if this is ok with him and he nods. Maria nods, not quite knowing what’s going on with those two, and walks to the counter to get them checked in. Thirty minutes later they’re all getting settled in their rooms after they make plans to get some rest, then gather for a meeting to decide what to do next. Standing just inside their door, Max and Liz look around their room and Liz asks, “Which bed do you want?” Max turns to her and says, “I’ll take the one by the door. Is that ok?” She nods and carries her bag over to the bed by the window and falls on it in exhaustion. She turns her head to see Max sitting on the edge of his bed, still looking around the room and she sits up. “Max, is this weird now…between us? Because I don’t want it to be…I…I want us to be ok.” He looks over at her a moment and says, “I don’t want that either.” He runs his hand through his hair and smiles over at her. “We’ll be ok.” Liz hears the sadness in his voice as he looks down to the ground and regret surges through her. She feels an overwhelming need to go to him and just lose herself in him…let him wrap his arms around her and make everything alright again. Instead, she just nods and kicks off her shoes, lying back on the bed to catch a couple of hours of sleep. Once they’re all rested, they meet in Max and Liz’s room to discuss their next steps. Two pairs are going to split up and patrol the neighborhood, finding places for them to stand guard and inspecting their surroundings. Isabel and Serena are going to begin their search for a more permanent place to live while Kyle and Jesse are going to get them supplies. Satisfied that they have a plan, they all split up and carry out their tasks. Later that evening, after her patrol with Michael, Liz hears Isabel and Serena out in the hall. When she steps into the hall, Isabel sees her and says, “We didn’t find  anything.” They look exhausted and Liz sympathizes…looking for a place to live is never much fun. And with as many people as they have now, she knows it’s going to be more difficult. “That’s ok.” Liz tells her. “More of us can go tomorrow...we’ll get more area covered.” “Is Max back?” Isabel asks her. Shaking her head, Liz says, “No, he and Maria are still out patrolling.” “Oh. Well, I’m getting in the shower, I feel like I’m covered in grime.” Isabel throws Liz a small smile and steps into her room. Liz looks around the empty hallway, unsure of what to do. She saw Serena go in her room to join Kyle and she doesn’t want to bother them. Sighing, she walks back in her room and decides to read more of the old paperback she’s been carrying around with her. Before settling down with her book, she looks out the window to see Michael sitting out front of the hotel on the street looking bored. Two hours later, she looks up when the door opens and sees a tired looking Max walk in. “Hey. How’d it go?” Max dumps his backpack on the bed and says, “Fine…we covered a lot of area. It looks good.” “Good.” Liz smiles at him. “Isabel and Serena didn’t find anywhere for us to live today. I guess we’ll all go apartment hunting tomorrow.” “We passed a couple of places today that looked like they might be decent.” Max tells her. As he kicks off his shoes he says, “I’m gonna jump in the shower quick.” He takes the few steps it takes to reach her and raises his hand to the back of her head. When he lowers his hand again, he looks down at her and says, “Your hair…you forgot to change it back.” And he turns to walk away from her. Liz watches him disappear into the bathroom and lets out the breath she didn’t know she was holding. Getting up, she walks to the mirror above the dresser and sees that he changed it back for her from the short black style she had earlier. Shaking her head, she smiles at herself. What was she thinking? That he was going to touch her for some other reason that wasn’t totally innocent? Max emerges from the bathroom expecting to see Liz but the room is empty. Sighing, he wonders how he’s going to survive spending every night in the same room with her, surrounded by her smell and the ever present surge of their connection. He knows it’s more practical for them to share a room, he just hopes it doesn’t kill him.  Paris, France Matt Gerard is doing his best to pace the crowded hotel room in agitation. Agents are swarming everywhere, but the two only two people on the room Gerard is focused on are the two men sitting defeatedly on the couch. “So let me get this straight. You’re convinced you were mugged and these four chased off your attackers and helped you?” He points to the photos on the small table in front of them. “Um…yah. It was them, but it…wasn’t.” The one named Jeffries says, a confused look on his face. “I don’t know how to explain it. I look at these pictures, and I know it was them…but at the time, I didn’t have any idea.” Letting out a frustrated sound, Gerard yells, “Noll…get in here!” Noll hurries into the sitting area and says, “I think we have something. Eight tickets were purchased yesterday, in cash, in Brussels. It has to be them. We’re faxing pictures now.” “Where did they go?” Gerard demands. “Mexico City.” “Confirm their identity, then pack everyone up…we’re going to Mexico.” Gerard stomps out of the room, shooting a look of disdain at the two agents on the couch.  Roswell, New Mexico “Here’s your coffee, Sheriff.” Jeff Parker slides the thermos across the Crashdown counter to Jim Valenti. He was promoted back to Sheriff the year before. “Thank you, Jeff. See you later.” He tips his hat at Jeff and turns to leave the Crashdown. As he walks down the street, Jim reflects on how calm things have been in Roswell since the kids left. It’s one of the reasons he was promoted. But he still keeps an eye on strangers, constantly looking for anyone who might ask strange questions about the strange disappearance of the eight Roswell teens. Chuckling to himself, he thinks they’re not teens anymore. His son will be 22 in a few months and as he looks around at all the Christmas decorations he feels a heaviness in his heart. He turns the corner and walks into the local library, heading straight toward the familiar Internet section as he nods and smiles at the librarian. “Afternoon, Gladys.” “Afternoon, Sheriff.” She says to him before getting back to stamping the books in front of her. Sitting down at one of the terminals, he logs onto Hotmail and checks for any new emails. He’s suddenly elated to find one waiting for him from zenmaster32@hotmail.com.  Hola, Left for vacation yesterday. The kids are kind of anxious, but they’ll be happy once we settle in to a routine. How’s life in Roswell these days? Tell everyone we said hello. Lots of love, Harvey Jim leans back in his seat and rereads the words on the screen. So they had to move…someone was onto them, that’s why he said they were anxious. He swallows and leans forward, hitting the reply button.  Life in Roswell is calm…same old, same old. I haven’t heard from our friends since you moved. Hope all is well with you…be careful and enjoy your vacation. Everyone misses you. The excitement level has dropped since you left. Love, Jim Once he sends the email, he deletes the original. He hears from Kyle about once every few weeks letting him know in his abstract way that they’re all ok. It’s been hard not knowing where they’re at, but he’s just thankful that Kyle gets the chance to check in every once in a while. Logging out of the computer, Jim adjusts his hat, picks up his thermos and heads out of the library. Gladys watches him go with a smile and wave and sighs at the near-empty library once he’s gone. A few minutes later, a man with a novelty alien t-shirt and shorts on steps out from the stack, looking toward the door that Jim Valenti just walked out of. Silently slipping out of the library, he fishes a cell phone out of his pocket and hits the speed dial. “It’s confirmed. The targets have moved. They sent a message to the Sheriff.” “Keep an eye on him.” The voice on the other end tells him and he ends the call, dropping the phone back in his cargo shorts along with the binoculars he used to read Jim’s email.  Mexico City After two weeks of intensive searching, they found a great place to live…that just happened to be near their hotel in the Pink Zone. They found it by chance and loads of luck. Maria found a job at a gift shop and the owner told her about some friends of hers that owned a large townhouse – a rarity reserved only for the wealthy in that section of the city – and had guest quarters behind them that they had been trying to rent out. They had been extremely selective in prospective tenants, but with the shop owner’s recommendation Maria got them an interview with the couple. It was perfect. The perfect location, it was off the street and secluded. With three bedrooms and a loft, it was the largest place they’d seen that they could afford. Unfortunately, Max and Liz were the odd ones out and relegated to the loft. Max decided he was in hell having to share a bed with Liz and not be able to touch her, but the only other option was for one of them to sleep on the couch. Liz seemed more and more distracted with each day that passed and Max didn’t know if it was because of the move or if it was because of him. She barely looked at him anymore and if they were all hanging out, she never joined them…instead choosing to patrol. He was worried and knew by conversations between Maria, Isabel and Serena that he wasn’t the only one. The situation isn’t improved today when Liz gets back from her ritual early morning run and nods curtly at him, Isabel and Jesse before running off to the bathroom. “Max, maybe you should talk to her.” Isabel says as they eat their breakfast. “What do you think I can say that she’ll wanna listen to?” Max says. “She hardly gives me a glance anymore.” Isabel sighs and looks down to the table. “Maria told me Liz hasn’t talked to her either.” Max shrugs and looks in the direction of the bathroom. Everyone kept looking at him like he’s supposed to make Liz better, but he’s probably the last person that can accomplish that. Isabel and Jesse found jobs together at a café down the street. They wanted to stay as close to home as possible after what happened in Paris. Isabel got off early that night and leaves without Jesse. When she walks around through the alley into the garden in front of their guest house, she sees Liz sitting alone in the grass and goes to sit next to her. “Hey.” Isabel offers as she takes a seat. “Hey. How was work?” Liz looks over at her as she plucks at some grass. “Good.” Liz nods and looks away. After a few minutes of silence, Liz looks over and asks, “Is something wrong?” Isabel looks away, then back. “I don’t know…I…you know, we never really got a chance to talk. You know, about…after DC…about what happened in there.” Liz just looks at her, wondering where she’s going with this. Then she realizes that Isabel never really had anyone to talk to about what happened to her because she hasn’t been with anyone else who was there with her. She’s been with Max, Michael and Jesse. “Do you and Kyle ever talk about it?” Isabel asks her. Liz thinks for a moment and says, “No, not really. We did, right after…but I guess…I guess we just never wanted to talk about it.” Isabel studies her for a moment before admitting, “I have nightmares. And sometimes, it’ll just hit me…even when I’m awake. I can’t tell Jesse because he would freak. And Max…he’d just feel guilty.” “Kyle told me you had it pretty good in there.” Isabel looks surprised for a split second, then says, “Yah, I guess…compared to you guys, anyway. I hated them…so much…but I hated that I didn’t fight back like you and Kyle even more.” “But you were smart. Look at what they did to me and Kyle for fighting back.” Liz says, understanding how she feels. “There’s nothing wrong with surviving the best way you can, Isabel.” “I just feel…weak. You’re so strong, Liz…even in there…when they were doing terrible things to us. You were still strong.” Liz looks down, plucking at the grass again. “I’m not so strong. It was mostly fear that drove me in there. I’m not strong.” She whispers the last part and Isabel can barely hear her. Isabel leans in and takes Liz’s hand from the grass. “You’ve been through a lot. No one expects you to carry all of this yourself. You’re the strongest person I know, but even the strongest people need the support of the people around them.” Liz looks over at Isabel wryly. “Who’s this pep talk for, anyway?” Isabel sighs and says, “I’m…we’re worried about you Liz.” “So now you guys are talking about me?” Liz gets defensive and jerks her hand away from Isabel. “No! I mean…well, Maria and I have talked about how concerned we are.” She doesn’t want to tell her that she also talked to Max. She gets the feeling Liz wouldn’t take that very well. “Well, I’m fine. There’s nothing for you to be worried about.” Isabel doesn’t say anything as Liz turns her head away. Within seconds, she sees Liz struggling and her chin starts to quiver. “I…I…” Liz sounds like she’s about to say something, but when she looks over at Isabel, she bolts up and looks around nervously. “I’m going for a walk.” Taking a deep breath and plastering the fakest smile Isabel’s ever seen on her face, Liz says, “I’m fine, Isabel…just a little stressed with the move and everything. You don’t need to worry.” Isabel looks up at her sadly as Liz’s eyes dart around the yard and she turns toward the alley, calling out behind her, “I’ll be back in about an hour.” Sighing, Isabel stands up and walks inside. She sees Maria, Max and Kyle in the living room and says, “One of you really needs to talk to Liz. Now I know something’s wrong and she won’t talk to me.” “Huh?” Kyle asks. “What do you mean?” “I tried talking to her and she almost started crying…right before she took off for a walk.” Isabel sits on the floor. “Crying? What did you say to her?” Maria asks. “Nothing…nothing that would make her cry.” Isabel tells her defensively. “Alright, let’s not get excited. Maybe this is just her usual moving jitters.” Kyle says, stopping a fight between Isabel and Maria before it starts. “I don’t think so.” Maria says. “Is that really what you think?” Kyle looks at Maria for a minute and concedes. “No, you’re right.” He looks at Max and sees that he’s not jumping at the opportunity to talk to Liz. “I’ll talk to her. Not that it would do any good. I don’t really think I’m the one she would listen to.” Max sees everyone looking at him and he stands up. “I’ll go.” And he turns to leave, going to search for Liz. It doesn’t take long to find her, their connection leading him right to her. He finds her sitting on a swing set in a park a few blocks away. She’s aimlessly swinging back and forth with her head tilted back, looking up at the sky. As he walks toward her, she says, “Did Isabel send you?” He stops, surprised for a minute that she knew he was there. “No…well, kind of. She’s worried, so I thought I’d come.” “You shouldn’t have. There’s nothing for her to be worried about.” She says, still not looking away from the sky. Max sits down in the swing next to her and watches her swing. “Ok.” Finally, she looks at him. “Ok? You’re not gonna grill me, too?” Max shrugs. “What for? I know you, Liz. And I know something’s wrong…but I also know that if you wanna talk about it, you will. So, no grilling.” She looks at him, confused, and sighs. “I don’t get it, Max.” “Get what?” “One minute you’re all over me, wanting me to talk to you…and now, it’s like you don’t even care.” Max looks at her for a few moments, getting angry, and asks, “What is it you want, Liz? What do you want from me? When I let you know how much I want you, you get mad. And when I back off, you’re still mad. I can’t read  your mind.” Liz is shocked. She can’t remember Max ever talking to her like this. “Max…I…I…” She doesn’t really know what to say to him. “I’m sorry.” “Don’t apologize to me, Liz.” She looks to the ground and says, “How did we get like this? I didn’t mean to hurt you…us…like this.” “Is that what all this is about…us?” Max didn’t think she’d been giving their relationship a second thought over the last two weeks. Liz stands up and starts pacing. “It wasn’t…at least, I tried to make myself believe it wasn’t. I don’t know what I’m doing anymore, Max. I wish…sometimes…that I didn’t have my memory back. You were right before, it would be easier to be around you…because even though I remember being with you, I still don’t understand why I was…why I let you back in my life that way so easily.” Max stands up and says, “Liz…” as he makes a move to reach for her. But she takes a step back from him and continues. “No…I…it’s not just that I want everyone to be safe, or that I think I won’t be able to protect everyone. I  know that if I get…close…to you again, that I’ll let you take over my life. I’ll let you consume me until there’s nothing left…and it scares me. How is that love, Max? How can I be scared of the power you have over me and…and love you at the same time?” Max visibly flinches…feeling as though he’s been slapped. “Is that really what you think?” He asks, horrified. “You make me sound like some kind of…monster.” He takes a step away from her. “I left you alone, Liz…I did what you wanted because you said you wanted to be friends. But you’ve been shutting yourself off from me, from your friends, and now you’re trying to blame me for that, too. I love you, and I know I’ve made mistakes in the past, but you either forgive me or you don’t. Make up your mind, Liz, because this…I can’t do this anymore.” Liz looks down at the ground and says softly, “I know…I…I’m not being fair.” “No, you’re not. You’re not being fair to me…or yourself. You can stand there and say that  I consume you? From what I’m hearing, you’re doing a pretty good job of doing that all by yourself. You’re turning yourself into some kind of martyr…and blaming me for it.” He runs his hand through his hair and says, “I don’t understand you anymore, Liz. I don’t understand how you can twist our love around like this.” Taking a few more steps away from her, he turns around and says, “I miss you…and I hope you can figure out what it is you want, because you can’t keep doing this to everyone…and to yourself.” Giving her one last look, he turns around and walks away. Liz watches him go, a lonely tear rolling down her cheek, and she buries her face in her hands as she sinks to the ground. She’s so caught up in her emotions, in everything Max said to her, that she doesn’t see the large SUV that pulls up on the street next to the park. And she doesn’t see the four men that get out of it and walk toward her…until it’s too late. ~TBC~ </center><center>You're going to be the death of me. 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Anonymous · Post by **Anonymous** » Tue Jun 25, 2002 11:01 am

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Post by **splatty** » Tue Jun 25, 2002 2:06 pm

oh no! liz is caught again! angel, you can't leave it like this! you're killing us!!!!! <center>I want to be what I was when I wanted to be what I am now.</center>

Post by **majiklmoon** » Tue Jun 25, 2002 2:46 pm

ANGEL *whine* *wimper* don't  DO that. awesome part...you really enjoy punishing Maxie, don't you <center>Margo is a Super ORB!</center><center><center>It all started with a boy, a girl and a silver handprint.<center>Countess Majiklmoon Mistress and keeper of the tunes</center></color~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ <a href=http://pub84.ezboard.com/bmajiklmoonsrealm><img src=http://members.aol.com/majiklmoon/image ... 2a.gif></a>

Post by **Angel13** » Wed Jun 26, 2002 12:21 pm

ironysucs, awww...shucks. <img src=http://www.ezboard.com/intl/aenglish/im ... rassed.gif ALT=":o"> You're too kind! <img src=http://216.40.201.38/contrib/corky/smilies10.gif ALT=":grin"> Thank you so much! Part 30~ As Max walks away with his head down, he wonders if he shouldn’t have stayed and tried to talk to Liz more. But he let his anger take over and he couldn’t stand there and listen to her excuses and blame anymore. It’s obvious that she’s confused about how she feels about him, but he honestly doesn’t understand why she keeps pushing him away. Maybe because he keeps walking away? He stops and looks back in the direction he just came from, debating about whether or not to go back and try to work this out. As he stands there debating about what he should do, he sees two SUVs speed by on the cross street he just came from…toward the park. And he feels her…her sudden fear. Running back to the street, he hears his radio start crackling. “Oh God…help me.” He hears Liz’s faint voice coming from it and he runs faster back toward the park. As he rounds the corner, he sees three SUVs surrounding the park and several men surrounding Liz. She has a radio in one hand and the other is raised toward the group of men approaching her. He unclips his radio and depresses the talk button. “We have a situation…the park, east about five blocks…hurry.” Clipping his radio back on his waistband, he quickly sneaks up behind one of the SUVs and deflates the tires. He hears someone say, “Miss Parker, just come with us quietly. You know you can’t take us all out…put your hand down and we won’t hurt you.” Max runs up to the next SUV and deflates the tires on it, too, as he watches Liz back away from the men and say, “How did you find me?” One man in front looks like he’s in charge, and it also seems like Liz recognizes him. He steps forward, motioning for his men to stay back. “Where are the others, Liz? Tell us where they are now and we’ll let you go. We only want the aliens, Liz.” “You’re lying, Gerard. But it doesn’t matter…they’re not here. I split off from them a few weeks ago…I’m on my own.” So she  does know him. Max looks behind him to see if anyone else has shown up yet, but sees no one. He looks back at Liz and can feel her terror through their connection. Gerard shakes his head and says, “I don’t think I believe you, Liz. You know you’re outnumbered…just put your hand down and I promise no one will hurt you.” Liz laughs sarcastically and says, “Right. I believe that.” Stepping back from him, she drops the radio to the ground and raises her other hand to her chest. “I’ll  kill myself before I tell you anything…before I let you cut into me again.” Gerard has the sense to stop then and he holds his hands up in front of him. “Ok now, Liz. Don’t do something so stupid.” Max feels his heart stop when he hears what Liz says and he looks around desperately trying to figure out what to do. There must be about 15 men surrounding her, half with guns pointed at her. Two SUVs are incapacitated, but the third is on the other side…he’ll never make it there without being spotted. Crouching low to the ground, he swears. How did they find her? Just then he feels Michael and he turns around to see him peeking from around the corner building and catch his eye. Then he sees Isabel and Kyle behind him. This is hopeless, how are they gonna take down 15 armed men and get Liz out of there? “They’re not here…I swear. We parted ways in Paris…I don’t know where the others went.” He hears Liz say. “Ok, Liz. I believe you. We won’t hurt you…I know you don’t trust me, but you’re going to have to for now.” Gerard says to her, taking a cautious step toward her. “We found another…like you. I believe you know him. Jim Valenti?” Liz’s mouth drops open at this revelation and she searches his mind for the truth. Oh God, they have the Sheriff. “What do you want with him? He doesn’t have anything to do with this.” “Oh, I think he does. We know he was healed by Max Evans and we also know he’s starting to develop powers…like you. Come with us peacefully and we won’t hurt him.” Gerard decides to change tactics, seeing that she cares nothing for her own safety. Obviously she feels protective of the others. He feels satisfied that this was the right move when he sees her change in demeanor. Max feels Michael approach him from behind and he whispers, “They have the Sheriff.” “Shit.” Michael whispers back. “What are we gonna do?” Liz is panicked. She was caught completely by surprise and didn’t have time to run away before she was surrounded by FBI. She doesn’t know why she bothers to keep her hand raised toward them, they could easily overpower her. But it gives her a sense of control. And control is something she’s definitely running short on. She’s glad that Max left…at least they didn’t get him. Max…she clenches her jaw, fighting back the fear that she’ll never see him again. And the last conversation they had was in anger. Glancing around desperately, she considers just making a run for it but there are at least six guns pointed at her right now…at least one would get her. That’s when she sees two pairs of legs under one of the SUVs on the street. Looking up, she sees Max peek around the corner of the SUV and their eyes lock for a moment before she looks away. She glances around the park again, but returns her gaze to Max. Hopefully he brought more than Michael with him. Max feels Michael tuck a gun in the back of his pants and press another one into his hand. He looks back toward Kyle and motions for him to circle around to the side with Isabel before looking back toward Liz. “We only have one shot at this.” He gives Michael a side glance and sees him nod. Concentrating his thoughts toward Liz, he hopes that she understands him. After signaling to Kyle and Isabel, Max and Michael lean out from around the SUV they’re hiding behind and start shooting. Liz drops immediately to the ground and everyone starts shouting as guns begin firing and blasts start flying. Max, Michael and Kyle bring down 4 or 5 men before running out from behind their cover. Michael blasts another two men and Isabel charges forward to stand behind a tree as she brings down two more. Max tries to get to Liz when he sees her blast one of the men surrounding her before two more stun her with a stun gun and she falls limp. He falls to the ground when he feels a bullet graze his leg and he looks over to see Michael take the guy down. Struggling to get up, he watches helplessly as the two men drag Liz to the working SUV and throw her inside. “Max!” Isabel screams at him and he turns to see a man almost on top of him. He throws his shield up and watches as the man shrieks when he makes contact with it and drop to the ground when Isabel hits him. Looking back over to find Liz, he sees the SUV start to pull away and he stumbles as he forces himself to stand up. Michael looks up from the man pinned underneath him to see Max tear off down the street after the SUV and jump on the back bumper, grabbing onto the rack on the roof. His attention shifts once again to the man underneath him and, satisfied that he’s not going anywhere, he looks around to see the park littered with bodies. Kyle’s trying to run after the SUV as well, but it’s too late…it, along with Max and Liz are speeding away from the park. Isabel walks over, blood splattered on her face, and she looks down at the man under Michael. “Look what we have here, Michael.” An unexpected smirk crosses her face. “What?” Michael asks, confused at her reaction. “A very important man, that’s what. Tie him up…we have to get out of here.” Isabel says as she pats the man down for weapons, radios or phones. Kyle walks up and, seeing who Michael’s holding onto, says, “Holy shit…do you know who that is?” Isabel stands up with a cell phone and gun and says, “Yup.” She looks over the park…some of the bodies are moving, some aren’t and a look of regret crosses her face. Kyle puts a hand on her arm and says, “We had to…kill or be killed, right?” She looks at him and nods before turning her attention back to Michael. As Michael hauls the guy to his feet and binds his arms to his side with his powers, Isabel says, “Well, Mr. Gerard…looks like you’re finally gonna get that quality time you’ve always wanted with some aliens.” And she smiles at him before leading them away. As soon as Max grabs onto the rack on top of the SUV, he pulls himself up to the roof and braces himself as the driver tries to shake him. He hears yelling from inside and a bullet zings up six inches from his head through the roof. “Shit!” He scrambles as more bullets fly up and he flings himself toward the back end of the SUV. He leans over the side and sees a man lean out of the passenger widow and fire up at Max. He jerks back and pulls the other gun from the back of his pants and leans over again, firing at the man in the window. Climbing toward the front of the SUV, Max crouches down and grabs onto the roof rack before swinging his legs down and into the passenger window, knocking the man into the driver. The SUV swerves onto the sidewalk as the driver swears and Max struggles with the passenger, landing a few punches. He elbows the man in the face and grabs his wrist, cracking it down on the window frame causing the gun to fall from his hand out into the street. Just when he thinks he has things more under control, he feels a stinging on the back of his neck and he slowly turns to see a man he’s never seen behind him, pointing a gun at him. He slaps his hand to his neck and pulls a dart out, bringing it around to look at before slumping into unconsciousness. Michael, Kyle and Isabel rush back to their place with Gerard in tow. They’re met by Maria, Serena and Jesse at the door and they’re shocked to see the man with them. “Pack the essentials…we’re getting out of here.” Michael tells them as he throws Gerard down into a chair. “What’s going on?! Where are Liz and Max?!” Maria demands. “They’re gone. Pack…we’ll talk later.” Michael says, and when she just stands there looking at him he yells, “Now!” She flinches and runs into the kitchen, grabbing things out of one of the drawers before running into the bedroom. Michael pulls a couple of bags from the front closet and throws them on the couch. “You don’t have to leave…no one knows you’re here.” He hears Gerard say. He looks up at the bound man and rolls his eyes. “Yah, I’m supposed to believe you?” “Believe what you want.” Gerard shrugs at him and looks away. “Kyle!” Michael shouts toward the back bedroom. When Kyle runs out, he says, “You wouldn’t be able to read minds, would you?” Kyle looks at Gerard, then back to Michael. “Uh…no. That was Liz’s thing.” “Great…nevermind. Go finish packing.” Five minutes later, they’re all gathered in the living room with bags that have been haphazardly packed. “We’re going to a hotel where we can think.” Two hours and a million frazzled nerves later, the seven of them are safely gathered in a hotel room on the other side of the city. Gerard sits apart from the others, helpless in his restraints. He doesn’t bother to struggle…where would he go anyway? They’d kill him before he was out the door. This situation is entirely unacceptable. He had the girl…but his incompetent agents couldn’t manage to even look behind them. They were probably pissing their pants, scared the girl would use her powers on them if they moved. At least  someone managed to get away with her…and hopefully Max Evans, too. He’s amazed as he looks over the small group gathered before him. They’re just kids…ordinary looking kids. His gaze falls on Isabel and Kyle…he knows them…visited them often when they were being held in DC three years ago. So unfortunately, they know who he is. Isabel was reasonable enough, but Kyle…he’s unpredictable…and will be even more so when he finds out that they have his father. A young woman he doesn’t recognize from any surveillance photos is sitting next to Kyle. Is she an alien? A new addition to their group? From her body language, he guesses that she’s involved romantically with Kyle. Maria Deluca. Human friend of Liz Parker, girlfriend of Michael Guerin. His reports indicate that she’s prone to emotional outbursts and has a fierce streak of loyalty to her friends. He moves his gaze to Jesse Ramirez. Husband to Isabel Evans and most likely the key to obtaining their access to the base in DC. And last, but certainly not least, Michael Guerin. Your typical action first, questions later type of guy. He’s a loose cannon and Gerard curses the fates that put his life in Michael Guerin’s hands. “So what the hell are  we supposed to do with him?” Maria whispers frantically as she looks over at Gerard. “We use him to get Liz back.” Kyle says. “And Max.” Isabel adds. Everyone looks at her without saying anything. No one wants to guess what happened to Max after he attached himself to the retreating SUV. “So how do we go about doing that?” Jesse asks. They all look over to Gerard and silently appraise him…each pondering how to trade him in for their friends. Meanwhile, somewhere over the Gulf of Mexico, Max wakes up feeling nauseous and with the vague awareness that he’s in a plane. Blinking his eyes open, he realizes that his hands are bound together with tape, palms together, and strapped to his waist. The plane is small, more like a private jet, and he’s held onto a bench with restraints crossing over his body. He turns his head to the right and sees the man he got a brief glimpse of in the SUV…the one who shot him. “Where am I?” He croaks through dry lips. The man looks over and says, “Ah, you’re awake. I’m Dr. Weston, and right now you’re on a plane.” He gestures to his surroundings before looking down at a file he holds in his lap. No shit, Sherlock. Max tries to look around the plane for Liz but can’t see very far due to his restraints. “Where’s Liz?” “Unconscious, thankfully.” Dr. Weston says without looking over. “Hopefully she’ll stay that way.” Max notices the doctor mumbled his last words more to himself than to Max and he strains even further to look behind him, but he can’t see anything. “You can unstrap me. It’s not like I’m going anywhere.” “Hmm. You’ll forgive me if I feel more comfortable keeping you restrained.” Dr. Weston says as he turns his face to Max. That’s when Max notices the large bruise forming along the doctor’s jaw line. He sees Max look at it and he says, “Your little girlfriend was slightly uncontrollable…until we got her properly sedated. Don’t make me do the same to you.” “Where are you taking us?” Max asks him. The doctor studies Max for a moment, then smiles, “Home.” For the next few hours, Max looks out the window above him and watches as the sky grows from black to gray, then pink with the rising sun. From the direction, he guesses that they’re flying east…the most logical place would be DC but he’s getting no answers out of the good doctor. He wishes he could see Liz, but he can feel her close so she must at least be on the same plane as him. Maybe if he could get to sleep, Isabel would try to dreamwalk him. But what would he tell her? He has no idea where they’re going…not really. How the hell did things go so wrong? He had no idea there was someone waiting in the SUV. He should have looked. Why didn’t he look? He hopes the others got away after he took off. It looked like they had things under control, and since they’re not here with him he assumes they got away. He replays the last conversation he had with Liz in his mind and hates to admit that she was obviously right. This time, anyway. He left her alone in the park…upset…and she wasn’t paying attention like she would have normally been. She got captured because of him. But at least he was here this time…and he’s determined to find a way for them to get out of this. He rolls his eyes at himself. Yah, right. Just as soon as he can get out of these restraints. Liz wakes up confused about why she can’t move. As she opens her eyes, it all comes crashing back to her and she moans when she feels the need to vomit. Oh God…she feels like she was hit by a truck. Licking her dry lips, she tries to look around but can’t see much. She knows she’s on a plane, but that’s about it. Sunlight is streaming in through the windows and she winces at the brightness. Suddenly, she feels it…her connection to Max…and he’s close. Her heart speeds up and tears slip from the corners of her eyes as she cries out, “No, no, no, no…” She jerks her head violently from side to side, trying to see anything besides the confining walls of the plane on either side of her. “Liz!” She hears Max’s voice coming from in front of her and she tries to raise her head, but can’t. “Max…oh God, Max…no!” She cries. Why is he here? Why did they have to take him, too? Her field of vision is immediately filled with Dr. Weston leaning over her. “Hello, Liz.” He says to her as he checks her vitals. “You bastard!” She spits at him as she struggles in her restraints. “Aw, I missed you too.” He grins at her sarcastically and says, “Why don’t you just calm down, or I’ll have to sedate you again.” “Where’s Max? I wanna see him.” “He’s comfortable. You’ll see him soon enough.” Liz turns her head away from him as her tears continue to fall. She breaks out into a sweat as the urge to vomit overwhelms her and she turns back to Dr. Weston, throwing up on his shoes. “Jesus!” He exclaims as he jumps back. He gives her an icy glare before walking behind her to what she assumes is the bathroom. “Max?” She calls out. “Liz, I’m here. Are you alright?” “Oh God, Max…what happened?” “I’m sorry…I tried to chase them after they took you and he got me with a tranquilizer gun.” Liz groans and asks, “Did he tell you where we’re going?” “No, but we’re flying east. You’ve been out for about six hours.” He was beginning to wonder if she’d even wake up before the plane landed. “Max, they…they have Valenti.” She remembers what Gerard told her in the park. “I know.” He answers. They listen to the noise of the engines for a few moments before Liz says, “I’m sorry, Max. I’m so sorry…this is all my fault.” He hears her crying and he aches to hold her…to tell her everything will be alright. But he can’t. He can’t even move and he sure as hell can’t tell her everything will be alright. “It’s not your fault, Liz.” He waits for a moment and says, “I love you.” He wants her to know that, to hear him say it before they get to wherever they’re going. Because they might be the last words she hears from him. Apparently, she’s thinking the same thing because he hears her call back, “I love you, too, Max.” right before the door to the bathroom opens and Dr. Weston steps back out. ~TBC~ </center><center>You're going to be the death of me. Obi Wan Kenobi to Anakin Skywalker Col Threadkiller is the coolest!<img src=http://www.roswell-orbs.com/smilies/coo ...

Post by **splatty** » Wed Jun 26, 2002 1:14 pm

oh why oh why are these people so evil? shouldn't the fbi be concentrating on terrorists rather than innocent kids who are trying to live a peaceful life? <img src=http://www.ezboard.com/intl/aenglish/im ... /frown.gif ALT=":("> angel, i hope you keep updating quickly because the suspense of how they are going to get out of this is killing me.

Post by **majiklmoon** » Wed Jun 26, 2002 3:41 pm

OMG ANGEL that was excellent! <center>Margo is a Super ORB!</center><center><center>It all started with a boy, a girl and a silver handprint.<center>Countess Majiklmoon Mistress and keeper of the tunes</center></color~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ <a href=http://pub84.ezboard.com/bmajiklmoonsrealm><img src=http://members.aol.com/majiklmoon/image ... 2a.gif></a>

Anonymous · Post by **Anonymous** » Thu Jun 27, 2002 10:53 am

Ack!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh, the wonderful ANGST!!! <img src=http://www.uniquehardware.co.uk/server- ... /cwm27.gif ALT=":lol"> but you HAVE to come back and give us MORE!!! Okay, okay.... this may be cheesy but... I'm dubbing you with a new nickname... "The Rollercoaster" that's how you write.... you start off with a huge drop into angst-land <img src=http://www.ezboard.com/intl/aenglish/im ... s/wink.gif ALT=";)"> and then you work your way up until everything is just perfect... and then, without warning, the bottom drops out again and we the readers are plunged into angsti-ness (yes, I made that word up!) <img src=http://www.uniquehardware.co.uk/server- ... /cwm27.gif ALT=":lol"> Oh, and lemme tell ya - as a reader, it's such a great ride! <img src=http://www.ezboard.com/intl/aenglish/im ... s/wink.gif ALT=";)"> -Col.

Post by **roswellkitkat** » Thu Jun 27, 2002 7:15 pm

<img src=http://www.theunholytrinity.org/cracks_ ... m/eek2.gif ALT=":jawdrop"> I can't believe they got Liz and Max! Poor Liz...will she ever be able to rest? Please update soon! Like...now<img src=http://www.uniquehardware.co.uk/server- ... /cwm27.gif ALT=":lol"> <center>*************<center>Roswell on Sci-Fi in 2003.<center>Got it?<CENTER>Get it?<CENTER>Good!<center><center>I think my muse is broke.<center><a href="http://blancadelic.com/quizzes/rosguyquiz.htm" target="new"><img src="http://blancadelic.com/quizzes/Max.jpg" border=0></a> <a href="http://blancadelic.com/quizzes/rosguyquiz.htm" target="new">Find your Roswell match </a> at <a href="http://blancadelic.com" target="new">Blancadelic.com</a>

Anonymous · Post by **Anonymous** » Mon Jul 01, 2002 9:54 pm

pul-ease give us an update soon!!! Lookit... you've reduced me to begging! <img src=http://www.uniquehardware.co.uk/server- ... /cwm27.gif ALT=":lol"> um... consider it a compliment <img src=http://www.ezboard.com/intl/aenglish/im ... s/wink.gif ALT=";)"> -Col. <center>Malee's Sidekick aka Colonel Threadkiller <img src=http://photo.msn.s8.com/MS8zLzAvMS8xMDg ... > "Open up my Head and Let me Out!" - DMB <img src=http://w3f.com/gifs/flag/usa/hr.gif> May ROSWELL Live Forever in Fan Fic!!! AtO is so cool, she makes anything look easy!</center>

Anonymous · Post by **Anonymous** » Tue Jul 02, 2002 10:17 am

I'm tapping my fingers in anticipation of another segment of this story. Angel - you left us hanging!!!!! <center> <a href=http://www.fortunecity.com="_blank"> <img src="http://www.fortunecity.com/victorian/st ... mara01.gif" border="0"></a> </center>

Post by **majiklmoon** » Tue Jul 02, 2002 11:58 pm

Angel, get your butt off the golf course and into this forum and post some more! <center>Margo is a Super ORB!</center><center><center>It all started with a boy, a girl and a silver handprint.<center>Countess Majiklmoon Mistress and keeper of the tunes</center></color~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ <a href=http://pub84.ezboard.com/bmajiklmoonsrealm><img src=http://members.aol.com/majiklmoon/image ... 2a.gif></a>

Post by **Angel13** » Tue Jul 02, 2002 11:58 pm

Ok, ok...I could sit here and give you all a bunch of excuses as to why I haven't updated this story yet. But you all would know I'm full of crapola and that I've been lazing around the pool for the last week drinking Captain's & Diet Coke and reading trashy romance novels. In between rounds of golf, of course. <img src=http://www.ezboard.com/intl/aenglish/im ... s/wink.gif ALT=";)"> So instead, I'll just tell you that I think my muse returned from her vacation in Mexico and I should have a new part...maybe 2...out tomorrow. Woo friggin' Hoo! </center><center>You're going to be the death of me. Obi Wan Kenobi to Anakin Skywalker Col Threadkiller is the coolest!<img src=http://www.roswell-orbs.com/smilies/coo ...

Anonymous · Post by **Anonymous** » Wed Jul 03, 2002 12:00 am

Col sits patiently at her puter and twidles her thumbs... <center>Malee's Sidekick aka Colonel Threadkiller <img src=http://photo.msn.s8.com/MS8zLzAvMS8xMDg ... > "Open up my Head and Let me Out!" - DMB <img src=http://w3f.com/gifs/flag/usa/hr.gif> May ROSWELL Live Forever in Fan Fic!!! AtO is so cool, she makes anything look easy!</center>

Post by **majiklmoon** » Wed Jul 03, 2002 12:02 am

wow!  Tracie walks around, astounded at her witchy powers I told angel to post and it worked...hmmm...go figure... I command that I win Saturday's Powerball Jackpot I hope it works <center>Margo is a Super ORB!</center><center><center>It all started with a boy, a girl and a silver handprint.<center>Countess Majiklmoon Mistress and keeper of the tunes</center></color~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ <a href=http://pub84.ezboard.com/bmajiklmoonsrealm><img src=http://members.aol.com/majiklmoon/image ... 2a.gif></a>

Post by **Angel13** » Wed Jul 03, 2002 12:20 am

<img src=http://www.uniquehardware.co.uk/server- ... /cwm27.gif ALT=":lol"> Tracie <img src=http://www.uniquehardware.co.uk/server- ... /cwm27.gif ALT=":lol"> </center><center>You're going to be the death of me. Obi Wan Kenobi to Anakin Skywalker Col Threadkiller is the coolest!<img src=http://www.roswell-orbs.com/smilies/coo ...

Anonymous · Post by **Anonymous** » Wed Jul 03, 2002 1:50 am

i hope they rescue them soon. I can't wait to read the next part

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