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Post by **Angel13** » Thu Apr 11, 2002 3:09 pm

Title: Forget
Author: Angel angel@roswell-orbs.com
Category: M/L mostly, but everyone else is there too.
Rating: R for language
Disclaimor: I don't own anything. No suing, please.
Summary: Future fic...starts 10 years after graduation. Everything up to the graduation ceremony in 'Graduation' is true.
Author's note: This is my first fic, so be gentle! Enjoy!

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Part 1~

May 14, 2012

2am and Max Evans finds himself standing in a familiar place. It’s the same place he comes every year on this day, at this time…Liz Parker’s bedroom. Sometimes it’s a different house, sometimes an apartment, but it’s always her bedroom. The furniture he recognizes, when he runs his hand across the top of her dresser as he passes…carefully noting the items resting on the top. A hairbrush, some body lotion, chapstick, a grocery list, and a bottle of perfume. He doesn’t see what he’s looking for and he moves his gaze to a familiar picture. It’s the one of Liz, Maria and Alex at the Crashdown. She brings that picture with her everywhere. A small smile crosses his lips as he lightly touches the frame, remembering his drunken night with Kyle when he changed Maria and Alex’s head to his own.

As he makes his way across the moonlit room, he passes a small sitting area with a large, overstuffed, and well-worn chair. A blanket is thrown across it and dangles down to the floor next to a pair of fuzzy white slippers. Next to it is a side table holding a small stack of books…some old, some new, all with bookmarks poking out of their pages. An empty mug sits next to them with the tea tag still dangling over the side. She still loves to read in this old chair. The chair appeared 6 years ago and it’s stuck with her ever since then. He’s tempted to inspect the titles of the books, but Liz stirs in her sleep and his attention is drawn to the bed where she sleeps.

“Such a big bed for such a tiny thing.” he thinks as he picks out the swath of dark hair peeking out of the top of the big down comforter.

He steps over to the overly large four poster bed. It’s new, he would remember a monstrosity of a bed like this. The last one was plain, just a small wooden head board with no foot board and close to the ground. This one is huge, made out of pine with round posts at least a foot in diameter. The top of the mattress comes to above his stomach and he wonders if she has to take a running jump to get up into it when he notices the small, wooden step stool next to the bed. His eyes travel up the mess of sheets and comforter only to find her face hidden. Slowly, he reaches his hand up and gently pulls the blankets down under her chin.

He sighs as her beautiful face is revealed. The face he dreams about every night. He longs to touch her cheek, to feel her sleepy warmth. But he knows the rules…no touching. So he holds his hand just above her skin, hovering for a few seconds before he pulls it back. Next to her bed is an alarm clock, 4:17…soon. She’s in the same time zone she was in last year. Makes sense, the room looks the same. There’s a phone and a glass of water next to the bed as well. He moves the glass a little closer so she won’t have to reach as far if she wakes in the middle of the night thirsty.

Starting to feel the pull, he whispers his love to her and passes his fingers over her lips…wishing with everything he was that he could touch them. She shifts slightly in her sleep, and a whispered, “Max” passes her lips causing him to jerk his hand away, alarmed. It’s only a dream, and he relaxes…delighting in the fact that she still dreams of him.

He still has a smile on his face when he abruptly sits up in his bed. It fades quickly when he realizes where he is, though. Swinging his legs over the side of his bed, he rubs his face with his hands as he remembers each and every detail of his visit. He makes a mental note to jot down the details of the new bed in his Liz Diary as he takes a sip of water from the glass that sits next to his bed. The big red letters on the alarm clock don’t surprise him. They read 2:20am. Always 20 minutes, always at 2am, always on May 14. Every year he is somehow pulled into Liz Parker’s bedroom. Liz Parker…who he hasn’t seen or spoken to since that awful day – High School graduation - 10 years ago.

And all he knows is that he’s not the one doing it.

~TBC~

Post by **majiklmoon** » Thu Apr 11, 2002 4:11 pm

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Anonymous · Post by **Anonymous** » Thu Apr 11, 2002 4:27 pm

What a great start to a story. I am quite anxious to see what happens next. I hope you post more soon. I wonder what happened that Max and Liz aren't together? And how is he getting to see her at night? Is he dreamwalking her?

Post by **LMiC2001** » Fri Apr 12, 2002 9:35 am

Great start Angel!!! I really am looking forward to reading more. <img src=http://www.ezboard.com/intl/aenglish/im ... /smile.gif ALT=":)"> TRACIE! TRACIE! TRACIE! THE COOLEST SUPERMOM/ORB! Two wrongs don't make a right, but three lefts do! ZAN IS DA MAN! ***Very Shameless Plugs*** <a http://pub79.ezboard.com/borbsters>The ORBSters</a>, Majik's World of Fan Fic, & Muses and Bunnies

Post by **Angel13** » Fri Apr 12, 2002 10:44 am

Part 2~ May 14, 2012 Roswell-Max’s house “Michael! Where’s my toothbrush?”, Maria’s screams down the hall outside Max’s bedroom, waking him. He looks at the clock and groans as he whips the blankets off. It’s 9am already, he needs to get in the shower before Maria comes looking for him. Michael and Maria are in town visiting him for two weeks and it always takes him a couple of days to get used to their loudness in the morning. He generally likes to sit quietly with his coffee and paper by himself every morning. But he loves the welcome change of having four rambunctious Guerins in his house. It’s all so…normal. Michael, Maria, and their two children Grace and Alex travel to Roswell as often as they can from their home in Las Angeles. Although Michael grumbles about making the haul, he’s always happy to spend time with Max and Isabel once he gets there. Max finishes his shower and trudges down the hall and into the kitchen where Michael is standing in front of the stove cooking something that makes Max’s stomach rumble. Grace and Alex are in the living room watching the Cartoon Channel, still in their pajamas. “Hey, sleep ok?” Max asks Michael on his way to the coffee maker. “Yup. You?” Michael asks as he pauses at the stove, waiting for Max’s response. Max pours some coffee into his favorite mug, looking over to see Michael’s questioning gaze. He nods, “Yah. She got a new bed.” Michael serves up some eggs and bacon on two plates and carries them over to the table, setting one in front of Max and sitting down with his across the table. “Same time?” Michael asks. “Yah. Still didn’t see anything to clue me into where she’s at, though.” Max says before picking up a slice of bacon. Michael and Max are silent through the rest of their breakfast, both contemplating this mystery. They listen to the sounds of Scooby Doo drifting in from the other room and the bursts of laughter from Grace and Alex. Suddenly, Michael gets up and serves up another plate of eggs and bacon, bringing it to the table and setting it down in front of the seat next to Max. Max glances up with a grin, knowing what’s coming. “Max! So did you see her? Does she look the same? Do you know where she’s at? Did she get a new chair yet?!” Maria whooshes into the kitchen like a small storm, firing questions at Max and planting a kiss on his cheek. She sits down next to Max and immediately digs into her breakfast, pausing only to accept a cup of coffee that Michael passes to her. After several seconds, she glances over at Max and says, “Well?” “Yes. Yes. No. No. But she did get a new bed.” He responds. She nods, her face falling briefly, but she recovers quickly and tells Max to tell her all about the bed. The friendly chatter continues throughout breakfast as Maria repeatedly tells the kids to turn the TV off and get dressed. They discuss their plans and commitments for the week over one last cup of coffee and agree to get together with Isabel and Jesse for dinner later that night. Maria is taking the kids to see her mom for a few hours, then she’s heading over to the Crashdown. “Have you seen the Parkers lately, Max? They’d really like to see you.” Maria says as she clears the table. “I just don’t get over there much.” Max says as he drops his head and glances around the room looking for a distraction. Maria sighs, knowing it won’t do any good, but she asks anyway, “Well, do you wanna go over with us this afternoon?” Max gets up to turn the coffeemaker off and says, “Nah, we’re gonna shoot some hoops this afternoon. Right Michael?” as he glares at Michael. “Yah, Kyle’s meeting us.” Michael mumbles as he leaves the kitchen wanting to avoid the whole conversation. “You know what, Max? For ten years, these people have had no idea what is going on with their daughter. For ten years, they’ve been afraid to even hope that she’s alive. But  you know.  You know how she’s doing.  You know that she’s alive, and you won’t tell them. What’s it gonna hurt at this point?” Maria has had this conversation with Max for years. She tries to convince Max to tell Jeff and Nancy Parker about his non-human status and tell them that Liz is ok. To tell them that he sees her once a year, snug in her bed, sleeping. But he refuses, says he doesn’t want to put them in danger. Blah blah blah. She’s heard it all before and every year she gets angrier. “It’s been ten years now, Max!” Max gives her a weary look, expecting this conversation. They have it every year, and every year Michael finds a reason to leave the room and leave Max defenseless against his wife. “Maria. You know I want to. But we can’t. We just can’t, ok? So let’s drop it so you can get on with your vacation.” He gets up and makes a move to leave the kitchen. But he’s stopped by the sadness in Maria’s voice. “But they think she’s dead, Max.  Dead. Don’t you think they have a right to know that she’s not?” “Of course I do,” Max turned around, running his hand through his hair in frustration, “but don’t you get it yet? Alex died because of us. My dad died because of us. Who knows how many others there are. We’d just be putting them in danger and you know it.” “You don’t have to tell them you’re an alien. Just tell them she called you, or you saw her when you were on a business trip…something! Just tell them something to give them hope. It’s not fair, Max” Maria tries to be practical and get him to see that something needs to be done. But Max turns away to leave the kitchen, “No. I’m not telling them anything. And we’re not talking about this anymore.” he walks away, leaving Maria alone and thinking about Liz. As she watches Max walk down the hall and up the stairs, she sits down at the table drinking her coffee and thinking about how it all got so screwed up… Maria remembers it as if it happened yesterday. She was so excited to finally graduate, to finally be free... ~TBC~ </center><center>So come and sit on my box, enjoy the view of this water where my lifeboat is sinking. If you reach out for more, you'll find nothing but sorrow...because knowledge is hollow, and pride is hard to swallow. Col Threadkiller is the coolest!<img src=http://www.roswell-orbs.com/smilies/coo ... >Edited by: <A HREF=http://pub84.ezboard.com/uangel13.showP ... Angel13</A> <IMG HEIGHT=10 WIDTH=10 SRC="http://66.68.132.234/silver_hand.gif" BORDER=0> at: 4/12/02 10:07:13 am

Post by **majiklmoon** » Fri Apr 12, 2002 11:04 am

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Anonymous · Post by **Anonymous** » Fri Apr 12, 2002 11:31 am

Oh please, you can't stop here. I really want more of this story, it's so wonderful!

Post by **roswellkitkat** » Fri Apr 12, 2002 8:57 pm

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Post by **Angel13** » Fri Apr 12, 2002 10:25 pm

Thanks for all the great feedback!! Here's 2 new parts... Part 3~ May 14, 2012 Roswell As Maria sits in Max’s kitchen watching Max tear off down the hall into his bedroom, she can’t help but think back to that day…graduation day. May 14, 2002 Roswell – Liz’s bedroom Maria and Liz are standing in front of the mirror in Liz’s room, checking the position of their mortarboards. Today, they’re graduating from West Roswell High. “You know, it doesn’t really seem real, does it, Maria?” Liz said as she helps Maria straighten her tassel. “Yah, it kinda seems insignificant in the grand scheme of things. I really wish Alex were here.” Maria responds. “That… thing…better not show up today or I’m going to have to kick someone’s butt.” “Maria…” Liz sighs in resignation, “there’s nothing we can do about her. She’s here, and we just…we just have to deal with it.” Both girls stand in front of the mirror, small smiles of understanding for each other… thoughts of Alex thick in the air. A month earlier, Tess showed up in Roswell with baby in tow. Trouble followed Tess and it took everyone to get the government off their backs…again. Apparently, she escaped from Khivar and stole a ship to come back to Earth. But the U.S. government picked her up on their satellites and they were hot on her trail all the way to New Mexico. She seemed genuinely scared for her life and pleaded with Max to not send her away. She told him she had a connection with the baby and if anyone hurt her, it would hurt the baby too. No one liked it, and Isabel wanted her dead with a fiery passion. But Tess was allowed to stay, because of the baby, although she was never left alone. And Max…Max fell in love with his son the first time he saw him. He was spending all of his free time with the baby, and by default, Tess. It didn’t take long for Tess to start her work on Max again. She did everything she could to get Max to notice her. And Liz was jealous. She couldn’t help it. Every time she saw the three of them together, it only reminded her of what she didn’t have. Of course, Max still told Liz how much he loved her, and only her. But he was spending more and more time with Tess and the baby. Max and Liz had taken the next step in their relationship when they got back to Roswell from Vermont. It was the best night of Liz’s life and she couldn’t imagine her life being any better. Then  she came. Nobody knows if it was the stress of Tess’ arrival and the danger that followed her, or if it just wasn’t possible, but before either Max or Liz even knew she was pregnant, she miscarried. The doctors said she was about 3 months along, only Max and Liz knew that couldn’t be true…it had been less than a month since they made love. Liz was devastated, as was Max. They were all in shock…after everything Max and Liz had been through, they didn’t need this, too. And Isabel and Maria couldn’t help but wonder if this meant they couldn’t have children with Jesse and Michael. Liz’s parents were beyond angry. Liz’s dad wouldn’t even look at Max. He knew he couldn’t forbid Liz to see Max…she was 18 and graduating soon. But he was furious that Max could do something like that to his little girl. So it was even worse when Max started spending more time with his son. Liz understood his need, but it hurt more than she could explain. She recovered physically from the miscarriage and tried to get excited about their upcoming graduation. But there was a sadness there that wasn’t there before. Maria was hoping that the trip they had planned after graduation would work to help Liz heal emotionally. Maria puts her arm around Liz as they gaze at themselves in their graduation gowns, “Chica, today we are officially Educated Women!” giving Liz a big smile and a hug. “Yah,” Liz decided, “you’re right! We are woman, hear us roar!” and they both start giggling uncontrollably. As they arrive at the school, Maria notices Liz looking for Max. He said he would meet her there at 3pm. But just as Maria and Liz walk into the gym, they both see Max...kissing Tess. He’s holding his son, and stoking Tess’ hair…whispering in her ear and smiling. Maria merely stands gaping at the trio, looking over to Liz and seeing the shock on her face. Max sees them and, as if in slow motion, he puts his arm around Tess and leads her over to Liz and Maria. He looks genuinely sorry, he can hardly look at Liz as he says, “Liz…I’m so sorry. But I think we both know that the best thing for me to do would be to take responsibility here…for my son. I really didn’t want to hurt you, but I’ve realized that I really don’t have a choice. I have to take care of my son, and Tess. They need me. I’m so sorry. I do love you…it’s just that…I have to do this. I’m sorry.” He whispers the last part as he leads Tess away. Maria immediately looks around for Michael in a panic and, seeing him walking in the gym, she yells at him to get over there. After several minutes of confusion, and Maria angrily telling a just-arrived Michael about what just happened, Liz turns toward Maria and with empty eyes softly says, “I don’t belong here. I should be dead…I should be dead anyway.” Maria, who is telling an incredulous Michael the exact words that Max said, hears Liz and moves to pull Liz into her arms. But she quietly steps away, turns, and runs out of the gym. That’s the last time anyone saw or spoke to Liz. Except Max. He sees her every year on that date, when he’s somehow transported into her bedroom…no matter where she lives, or how many times she’s moved, apparently. He just keeps appearing and he has no control over it. But he found out there were limitations. He could never leave her bedroom, and he could never touch her. The one time he tried…the first time…she sat up screaming and he promptly disappeared, back to his bed. No, no touching. He looks forward to those 20 minutes every year…and Maria can only hope that he finds something while he’s there that’ll clue them in to where Liz was. Over the years, he has tried desperately to look out her window, but he’s only seen something once…the ocean. But that was only one year, the next year it wasn’t there anymore…only darkness…trees and endlessness. But for that year, they scoured both coasts, looking for Liz Parker. She never left anything hinting at where she might be. The only clue he ever had was her alarm clock. They at least knew what time zone she was in. She moved, on average, about every other year as far as he could tell. Although, there was no telling how many times she moved before finally settling down in one place. He searched for anything…a purse, wallet, receipts, pictures. He even tried to pick up the phone once, but that didn’t work…he couldn’t talk…and he found he couldn’t dial any numbers anyway. He never stopped looking for clues and he would write every detail down in what he called his Liz Diary. From the color of the carpet, to various items that he saw laying around in her room. In between his yearly visits, he and Maria had a full Find Liz campaign in motion…doing everything they could think of to track her down. They made numerous trips around the country, and outside of it, based on phone calls from people who said they had seen her. They never stopped searching. And he never stopped torturing himself for what happened that day. Soon after Liz took off from the school gym, Michael ran up to him and punched him…knocking him on the ground. He demanded to know what he was thinking, saying those things to Liz. Michael suspected that Tess had mindwarped him and slowly advanced on her, threatening to kill her if she didn’t admit what she’d been doing…baby or no baby. Maria was hysterically trying to find Liz, but she wasn’t anywhere. She wasn’t at school, she wasn’t at the Crashdown. Meanwhile, Michael dragged Tess out to the dessert. Max had dazedly taken his son home…wondering what exactly happened. Tess could feel the power building up in Michael and tearfully begged him not to hurt her. She admitted that she’d been mindwarping Max for weeks. Michael had suspected as much. After several threats to her life, the truth finally came out. Khivar sent Tess away after finding out that she wasn’t pregnant, and she didn’t have the other three with her. He sent her back to Earth and she was desperate. She stole a baby from the first hospital she saw and headed back to Roswell, hoping to get Max to take her and the baby in. She admitted that she and Max had never even had sex…it was all a mindwarp. The more Tess told him, the more he was disgusted and horrified. Tess told him she saw the signs that Liz was pregnant, so she took care of that, too, by making her miscarry. She was furious. What business did they have mating with humans?! Of all of them, she thought she would get sympathy and understanding from Michael. She was wrong. It became clear to her that there was no where for her to go, no one to go to, no one to help her…certainly not Michael. She tried running away only to find Michael following close behind. They had a violent confrontation, both exchanging heated words and alien fire. When Tess realized that there really wasn’t anywhere where for her to go, no where to turn for sympathy, she killed herself. But the damage was done. Liz was gone. They searched for months. But there was no sign of Liz. Liz’s parents hired a private investigator but all they ever learned was that Liz had withdrawn all of her savings that day and disappeared. The Parkers were furious at first, blaming Max for Liz’s leaving. Max blamed himself and could barely manage to face anyone. Isabel and Max ended up with no choice but to tell their parents the truth about themselves, because they needed their help in returning the baby to his parents. They were shocked, especially Max’s dad when he realized that what he’d been investigating all these months was nothing what he imagined it would be. He felt horribly guilty, and apologized to Max for everything he put him through. Things were never quite the same between Max and his father, but they were slowly trying to get back their trust in each other. Unfortunately, Philip Evans died of a heart attack shortly after Max and Isabel’s revelation and Max has never stopped blaming himself for that, either. May 14, 2012 Roswell – Max’s kitchen A smile touched Maria’s face as she thought about how she and Michael had gotten married soon after graduation and moved to L.A. Maria wanted to embark on her music career the way she wanted to and Michael was so supportive. Isabel and Jesse stayed in Roswell because Isabel couldn’t stand the thought of leaving her mother alone. Max stayed in Roswell, hoping that someday Liz would return. He wanted to be there when she did. He had nightmares about that day every night and Maria was the only one he told about them. They learned through Larek that Khivar had given up for the time being on trying to find and destroy the Royal Four. He told his cabinet, after he returned from trying to get Vilondra to return with him, that “The Royals were children…of no use to him, and certainly no threat to him. They can barely take care of themselves.” They never totally relaxed from the threat of Khivar even though nothing alien related had happened in over 10 years. Well, except Max getting pulled to Liz every year for 20 minutes in the middle of the night. The first time it happened, Max was so freaked out. He tried every night to repeat his transportation, but it never happened. Maria missed Liz desperately. She just knows that if Liz knew the truth about Tess, about what happened, she would want to come back. She just knows it…if only they could find her. Sighing, she gets up from the table to chase down her rug rats and force them away from Scooby Doo and into their clothes. She can’t help the smile that comes when she sees them giggling on the floor. They really are wonderful kids, and Michael is such a good dad. “Ok you two, up. Turn the TV off. Go brush your teeth and get dressed. I laid your clothes out on the bed.” She says loudly to them as she walks in the room clapping her hands. Dinner that night at Isabel and Jesse’s was festive. Everyone was there…Max, Maria, Michael, Grace, Alex, Kyle, Jim, Amy and Diane Evans. They all waited for Max’s confirmation that he saw Liz the night before but didn’t press him about it when it was clear he didn’t have anything further to tell them. They know that Max is always reluctant to talk about his visits with Liz for a few days after. Everyone wanted to play with Grace and Alex, and the kids were loving the attention. Maria entertained everyone with outrageous stories of the music business in L.A. and Diane couldn’t help herself from asking Isabel and Jesse about her future grandchildren. Max left early, looking exhausted from the previous night’s events and from all the activities that day. Maria knew what Max was thinking about…that he wished the next year would go by quickly so he could see Liz again. Part 4~ May 14, 2013 Getting ready for bed, Max is restless. He’s had been feeling disconnected all day…like he isn’t in his own body. He finishes work early…he works at the college as an Astronomy professor. All he can think about is getting to bed so he can finally see Liz, even if she would only be sleeping. He pulls out his Liz Diary, rereading his last entry…trying to figure out some way to find her. As he drifts to sleep, his thoughts are of Liz and their lost child. Tears seep out of the corners of his eyes as he remembers how heartbroken they were…of how devastated Liz was. He thinks about how stupid he was for falling for Tess’ mindwarps…again. All he wants is to hold her in his arms just one more time, to tell her how sorry he is and how much he loves her…would always love her. 2am…he finds himself standing in Liz’s bedroom once again. He’s surprised…it’s the same room…the same house. That makes it at least 3 years that she’s been in one place. Interesting. Making his way farther into the room, he walks over to her dresser to examine the items lying on top. There’s the picture of her, Maria and Alex. Her hairbrush and other grooming items are arranged in the middle, a blue scarf thrown haphazardly behind the display. But his gaze suddenly stops on something…could it be? He strains to see in the darkness…it’s an envelope. A bill. He picks it up and sees the return address of a gas company in Philadelphia. But it’s addressed to a Julie Baker at 3266 W. Riverfront Ln. Confused, he wonders if Liz has changed her name. He memorizes the address and turns from the dresser, heading for the sitting area. He still can’t see anything worth noting out her window as he looks over a new stack of books. Slowly, he traces the writing on the spine of one of the books and he notices another mug with a used teabag inside of it sitting next to the little stack of books. He touches the mug…still warm with a trace of lipstick on the rim. He lightly touches the lipstick, rubbing it between his fingers and wishing it had come directly from her lips. Turning from the small sitting area, he moves toward the giant bed. He smiles at his previous image of Liz doing a run-and-jump maneuver to get into the thing, but freezes when he looks up to the head of the bed. Liz is underneath all those covers somewhere…he can see the lump of her body. But when he looks up, not only does he see her hair peeking out of the top, but part of her face. Her nose and her eyes…which are open…and staring in shock at him. He stumbles back in surprise, grabbing onto the chair to keep himself from falling. But no sooner had he tried to move toward her, saying her name with only silence leaving his mouth, did he jolt awake in his own bed. He paces around his room a few times, running his hands through his hair, and grabbing his Liz Diary. He quickly writes down the name and address that was on the bill on her dresser and glances at the clock. 2:10am. He didn’t get the usual 20 minutes. Undoubtedly because she woke up. Quickly grabbing up the phone, he dials information and asks for the number of a Julie Baker in Philadelphia at the address he has. Nothing. After making them check again, he slams the phone down and screams in frustration. Michael comes running into his room, wondering what all the commotion is about. They were in town visiting, just like they did at that time every year. “What the hell’s going on Maxwell? You’re gonna wake Maria up and you know how she is when she’s pregnant!” Max glances quickly at Michael, then proceeds to grab a bag out of his closet, throwing clothes into it. He picks up the phone again and dials the airline, “I need the next flight out of Roswell to Philadelphia.” Philadelphia~2:10am Liz pushes the covers down and slides out of bed slowly. She’s shaking all over, trying to figure out what’s going on. She’s sure she saw Max in her room…looking around on her dresser, examining the books she had next to her chair. He was right there…and he looked at her, then just disappeared. Was it a dream? How could it be a dream when she was awake? She walked over to where Max had been standing when he disappeared…she touches the same book she saw him touch. Then her gaze falls on her dresser. Crap. That’s what he was looking at…her gas bill…her gas bill that has her address and new name on it. “Think Parker…was it him? Was he projecting himself here? Was he trying to dreamwalk you? Or was it all your imagination?” She sinks to the floor, clutching the bill in her hands. If it was him, he knows where she is now. She couldn’t take that chance. She’d been running for so long, it doesn’t take her long to formulate a plan of evacuation. There’s no use trying to sleep anymore tonight. So she hauls her suitcases down from her closet and packs the small amount of clothes she has. Tears are threatening to fall as she gathers all the paperwork she’ll need. “Damn him! Just when I think I might actually stay in one place for a while, he does this. Why can’t he leave me alone? He has his son, and he has Tess…why can’t he just forget about me?” She knew he wouldn’t give up. Well, she wasn’t going to stand by and let Max Evans trample all over her heart again There’s too much at risk. She didn’t go through hell just to have Max make it all for nothing. She thought that by now it would be perfectly clear to them that she didn’t want to be found. What did he want? She gets dressed and moves into the living room, assessing what will stay and what will go. Pulling boxes out of the closet, she begins packing up the few belongings that she’ll be taking with her. ~TBC~ </center><center>So come and sit on my box, enjoy the view of this water where my lifeboat is sinking. If you reach out for more, you'll find nothing but sorrow...because knowledge is hollow, and pride is hard to swallow. Col Threadkiller is the coolest!<img src=http://www.roswell-orbs.com/smilies/coo ... >Edited by: <A HREF=http://pub84.ezboard.com/uangel13.showP ... Angel13</A> <IMG HEIGHT=10 WIDTH=10 SRC="http://66.68.132.234/silver_hand.gif" BORDER=0> at: 4/14/02 10:59:54 am

Post by **roswellkitkat** » Sat Apr 13, 2002 10:19 pm

Angel...this story is so GOOD!!!! <img src=http://www.theunholytrinity.org/cracks_ ... xhello.gif ALT=":clap"> <img src=http://www.theunholytrinity.org/cracks_ ... xhello.gif ALT=":clap"> <img src=http://www.theunholytrinity.org/cracks_ ... xhello.gif ALT=":clap"> I love it, more soon please! <center>*************<center>Roswell, O,Roswell...where ever did you go? <center>Patience is a virtue...just not mine.<center>Who asked you!

Post by **majiklmoon** » Mon Apr 15, 2002 10:01 am

<img src=http://www.theunholytrinity.org/cracks_ ... xhello.gif ALT=":clap"> <img src=http://www.theunholytrinity.org/cracks_ ... xhello.gif ALT=":clap"> <img src=http://www.theunholytrinity.org/cracks_ ... kliam2.gif ALT=":hotpink"> e <img src=http://www.freakygamers.com/smilies/s2/ ... yellow.gif ALT=":yellow"> <img src=http://216.40.201.155/s/otn/blobs/boldblue.gif ALT=":blue"> <img src=http://www.theunholytrinity.org/cracks_ ... xhello.gif ALT=":clap"> <img src=http://www.theunholytrinity.org/cracks_ ... xhello.gif ALT=":clap"> This is soooo great! <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><center>"Hey Spike, maybe you should put an ice pack on that muscle cramp!</center><a href=http://pub84.ezboard.com/bmajiklmoonsrealm><img src=http://members.aol.com/majiklmoon/image ...

Anonymous · Post by **Anonymous** » Mon Apr 15, 2002 1:26 pm

This is so wonderful...Please continue!

Post by **Angel13** » Mon Apr 15, 2002 2:02 pm

Part 5~  Tuesday, May 14, 2013 Roswell “What?! What do you mean he left already?!” Maria is pacing the living room as Michael tells her what Max told him only an hour ago. “He didn’t say much, just packed his stuff, called the airline and left.” “What time’s his flight, I’m going with him. How could he leave without me?! It’s not even 4 in the morning!” Maria is now heading for the guest bedroom and starts packing her things. Michael follows her and sighs, knowing he’s not going to stop her, “I don’t know, he didn’t say.” “Well, you know the Roswell airport won’t have flights leaving until at least 5 or 6. I’m meeting him there.” Maria looks at Michael, waiting for a protest or argument. But Michael just looks at her and raises his eyebrows. He knows better. “Are you sure you should be doing this? We’ve done this before, and it’s emotionally draining. You’re pregnant, Maria.” “I know, I just…have to. What if he finds her this time? I have to, Michael.” She looks at him sadly as she zips the carry-on bag closed. With Maria speeding off to the Roswell airport in a cab, Michael calls Isabel. “Hey Isabel, sorry to wake you up. Max got something.” “Where to this time?” Isabel groggily asks. “Philadelphia.” “Ok, let me know if you hear from him. Did Maria go?” “Yah, she just left.” He tells her before they say their good-byes and hang up. Michael looks at the clock on the VCR. Of course, Max wouldn’t have it flashing 12:00 like theirs at home. 4:30am. He sinks into the sofa and sighs, preparing himself for Max and Maria’s return and their disappointment when they don’t find Liz. He should go back to bed and get some sleep before the animals wake up, but his mind is filled with thoughts of Liz…and Maria and Max’s obsession with finding her. He liked Liz, she was loyal and was always straight with him. Especially during the rough times he had with Maria during their senior year in High School. He understood why she left…maybe not why she’s decided to cut herself totally off from everyone. But frankly, if she was trying so hard to stay away, then he thought they should just let her be. What exactly did Max and Maria think there were going to do if they  did find her? Drag her back to Roswell against her will? Max and Maria have been on so many of these quests that he’s lost count. And every time, they come back more defeated than the last time.  Philadelphia – 6pm Max and Maria emerge from their rental car on a residential street of row homes. There are trees lining both sides of the street and cars parked along the curbs. Down the street about half a block, some kids are playing street hockey while their parents sit on the front stoop. Maria looks up at the stairs in front of them and says, “This is it, right Max? This is the right address?” “I guess so.” He replies. They both stand there a few moments taking in their surroundings, almost afraid to walk up the half flight of stone stairs to knock on the door. Finally, Max takes a deep breath and says, “Let’s go.” And heads up the stairs. Maria follows him up the stairs and Max immediately knocks on the door. As they wait, Max looks around the porch. Empty. But there’s a roof overhead, Liz wouldn’t like sitting out here at night because she wouldn’t be able to see the stars. She probably has an area set up in the back to sit outside. He wonders if she still writes in her journal…he’s never seen one in her room during his visits. Max is interrupted from his thoughts as a man opens the door. He’s wearing some sort of white jumpsuit-type uniform with the name Bill embroidered on the breast pocket. Maria hesitates and says, “We’re looking for Liz Parker…” Max interrupts, “Julie Baker…we’re looking for a Julie Baker. Does she live here?” Max is trying to look past him into the house when Bill says, “No one lives here, lady. We were just called in this afternoon to clear out and clean the place so they can rent it.” As Maria asks him for the name of the rental company, Max scans the furniture inside and boxes piled up in the front room. “We think the previous tenant is a friend of ours that we’re looking for. Did she leave some things here?” he asks Bill. “Yah, left lots of stuff. We gotta haul it outta here tonight and it’s already almost dark, so if you don’t mind I gotta get back to work.” Bill says as he moves to go back inside the house. “You can come in and take a look around if you want, don’t bother me.” he says, leaving the door open. They enter the house and Maria heads straight for the boxes piled in the living room, anxious to open them and see what’s inside. Max heads toward the back of the house, past a small kitchen and down a short hallway. He can hear the rip of trim tape as the cleaners prepare to paint the walls. There’s a radio playing…he saw it sitting on the counter in the kitchen. It’s blaring some classic rock music…something by the Rolling Stones, he thinks. The first room he comes to is on the left, it’s a bathroom. White tile, white fixtures. But he can smell something familiar…Liz. She didn’t leave that long ago. He steps away from the bathroom and walks down to the next doorway. He opens the door and steps in…his eyes tearing up as he looks around. She was here. She was here for 3 years and he scared her away. He walks around, noticing the marks in the tan carpet where her furniture sat. By the dresser, over to the sitting area…and then the huge four poster bed. It looks so different in the daylight. He can now see the view out the window is of a small back yard…fenced in…and a garage behind that leads to an alley. He looks up, yes, this is where she sat to read and maybe write in her journal. Unobstructed view of the sky. That’s probably why she has her sitting area by the window…it would be too cold in Philadelphia in the winter to sit outside. He can hear Maria tearing through boxes in the living room. The Rolling Stones song is over and the DJ is announcing some kind of contest for tickets to the big Rolling Stones reunion concert…before going into a Bob Segar tune. He idly thinks about how old those guys must be and that they’re still performing when he turns from the window and heads over to the closet. The door is open and all he sees are a few wire hangers, discarded, laying on the floor. Some dry cleaning bags crumpled up in the corner. She didn’t leave any clothes behind. Taking one last look around, he exits the bedroom and walks back down the hall toward the kitchen and living room. Maria looks up, noticing the look on his face, “There’s nothing here but pots and pans, silverware, kitchen stuff. I still have a couple boxes to go. Anything back there?” Max gives her small shake of his head as he walks to a small coat closet just inside the front door. He opens the door and inspects the contents. Nothing…not even hangers here. He sees something when he stands on his tip toes to inspect the top shelf, though. Something crumpled up in the corner. He reaches for it and pulls it down…it’s a fuzzy blue glove. He touches it lightly at first, then brings it to his face to smell it. He briefly touches the soft glove to his cheek before turning around to show Maria his find, “She left a …” but stops when he sees her bent over one of the boxes crying. He walks over to the box and peers over the edge into the bottom. Lying amongst various kitchen items and dishtowels is the framed picture of Liz, Maria and Alex. The smiling faces peering up at Maria and Max. In black marker written across the glass are the words, “Please leave me alone.” Max picks it up out of the box, staring at the handwriting…Liz’s handwriting. She must have left it on the kitchen counter for him to find and the cleaners packed it up with everything else. Max bends down to pick Maria up off the floor. He puts his arm around her and they walk out the front door. She’s no longer crying and sniffling once, she asks, “Did she take the chair?” He nods, yes, and opens the door to help Maria into the car. “Ready to find a hotel?” She sniffles again and nods. “We’ll go to the rental office first thing in the morning. I don’t know how much information we’ll get there, though.” Max gets into the driver’s seat and they drive down the tree lined street, the sun setting and turning everything gold. They slowly drive past the kids playing street hockey and an old man sitting on his porch waves at them as they drive away. ~TBC~ </center><center>So come and sit on my box, enjoy the view of this water where my lifeboat is sinking. If you reach out for more, you'll find nothing but sorrow...because knowledge is hollow, and pride is hard to swallow. Col Threadkiller is the coolest!<img src=http://www.roswell-orbs.com/smilies/coo ...

Post by **majiklmoon** » Mon Apr 15, 2002 2:06 pm

More more more please...I am so loving this <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><center>"Hey Spike, maybe you should put an ice pack on that muscle cramp!</center><a href=http://pub84.ezboard.com/bmajiklmoonsrealm><img src=http://members.aol.com/majiklmoon/image ...

Anonymous · Post by **Anonymous** » Mon Apr 15, 2002 2:16 pm

Oh Angel13, I am so glad you are writing this. The you have a wonderful grasp on the characters. I am waiting anxiously for more!

Post by **roswellkitkat** » Mon Apr 15, 2002 11:00 pm

Angel...I NEED more....this story is so wonderful! Thank you for posting it! <center>*************<center>Roswell, O,Roswell...where ever did you go? <center>Patience is a virtue...just not mine.<center>Who asked you!

Post by **Angel13** » Tue Apr 16, 2002 11:50 am

Thanks for the great feedback you guys!! You're all so nice! Ooohh...and lookie at me, Tracie made my story a featured one! <img src=http://www.theunholytrinity.org/cracks_ ... iggrin.gif ALT=":grin"> You're so cool! Part 5~  Tuesday, May 14, 2013 Roswell “What?! What do you mean he left already?!” Maria is pacing the living room as Michael tells her what Max told him only an hour ago. “He didn’t say much, just packed his stuff, called the airline and left.” “What time’s his flight, I’m going with him. How could he leave without me?! It’s not even 4 in the morning!” Maria is now heading for the guest bedroom and starts packing her things. Michael follows her and sighs, knowing he’s not going to stop her, “I don’t know, he didn’t say.” “Well, you know the Roswell airport won’t have flights leaving until at least 5 or 6. I’m meeting him there.” Maria looks at Michael, waiting for a protest or argument. But Michael just looks at her and raises his eyebrows. He knows better. “Are you sure you should be doing this? We’ve done this before, and it’s emotionally draining. You’re pregnant, Maria.” “I know, I just…have to. What if he finds her this time? I have to, Michael.” She looks at him sadly as she zips the carry-on bag closed. With Maria speeding off to the Roswell airport in a cab, Michael calls Isabel. “Hey Isabel, sorry to wake you up. Max got something.” “Where to this time?” Isabel groggily asks. “Philadelphia.” “Ok, let me know if you hear from him. Did Maria go?” “Yah, she just left.” He tells her before they say their good-byes and hang up. Michael looks at the clock on the VCR. Of course, Max wouldn’t have it flashing 12:00 like theirs at home. 4:30am. He sinks into the sofa and sighs, preparing himself for Max and Maria’s return and their inevitable disappointment when they don’t find Liz. He should go back to bed and get some sleep before the animals wake up, but his mind is filled with thoughts of Liz…and Maria and Max’s obsession with finding her. He liked Liz, she was loyal and was always straight with him. Especially during the rough times he had with Maria during their senior year in High School. He understood why she left…maybe not why she’s decided to cut herself totally off from everyone. But frankly, if she was trying so hard to stay away, then he thought they should just let her be. What exactly did Max and Maria think there were going to do if they  did find her? Drag her back to Roswell against her will? Max and Maria have been on so many of these quests that he’s lost count. And every time, they come back more defeated than the last time.  Philadelphia – 6pm Max and Maria emerge from their rental car on a residential street of row homes. There are trees lining both sides of the street and cars parked along the curbs. Down the street about half a block, some kids are playing street hockey while their parents sit on the front stoop. Maria looks up at the stairs in front of them and says, “This is it, right Max? This is the right address?” “I guess so.” He replies. They both stand there a few moments taking in their surroundings, almost afraid to walk up the half flight of stone stairs to knock on the door. Finally, Max takes a deep breath and says, “Let’s go.” And heads up the stairs. Maria follows him up the stairs and Max immediately knocks on the door. As they wait, Max looks around the porch. Empty. But there’s a roof overhead, Liz wouldn’t like sitting out here at night because she wouldn’t be able to see the stars. She probably has an area set up in the back to sit outside. He wonders if she still writes in her journal…he’s never seen one in her room during his visits. Max is interrupted from his thoughts as a man opens the door. He’s wearing some sort of white jumpsuit-type uniform with the name Bill embroidered on the breast pocket. Maria hesitates and says, “We’re looking for Liz Parker…” Max interrupts, “Julie Baker…we’re looking for a Julie Baker. Does she live here?” Max is trying to look past him into the house when Bill says, “ No one lives here. We were just called in this afternoon to clear out and clean the place so they can rent it.” As Maria asks him for the name of the rental company, Max scans the furniture inside and boxes piled up in the front room. “We think the previous tenant is a friend of ours that we’re looking for. Did she leave some things here?” he asks Bill. “Yah, left lots of stuff. We gotta haul it outta here tonight and it’s already almost dark, so if you don’t mind I gotta get back to work.” Bill says as he moves to go back inside the house. “You can come in and take a look around if you want, don’t bother me.” he says shrugging his shoulders, leaving the door open. They enter the house and Maria heads straight for the boxes piled in the living room, anxious to open them and see what’s inside. Max heads toward the back of the house, past a small kitchen and down a short hallway. He can hear the rip of trim tape as the cleaners prepare to paint the walls. There’s a radio playing…he saw it sitting on the counter in the kitchen. It’s blaring some classic rock music…something by the Rolling Stones, he thinks. The first room he comes to is on the left, it’s a bathroom. White tile, white fixtures. But he can smell something familiar…Liz. She didn’t leave that long ago. He steps away from the bathroom and walks down to the next doorway. He opens the door and steps in…his eyes tearing up as he looks around. She was here. She was here for 3 years and he scared her away. He walks around, noticing the marks in the tan carpet where her furniture sat. By the dresser, over to the sitting area…and then the huge four poster bed. It looks so different in the daylight….and empty. He can now see the view out the window is of a small back yard…fenced in…and a garage behind that leads to an alley. He looks up, yes, this is where she sat to read and maybe write in her journal. Unobstructed view of the sky. That’s probably why she has her sitting area by the window…it would be too cold in Philadelphia in the winter to sit outside. He can hear Maria tearing through boxes in the living room. The Rolling Stones song is over and the DJ is announcing some kind of contest for tickets to the big Rolling Stones reunion concert…before going into a Bob Segar tune. He idly thinks about how old those guys must be and that they’re still performing when he turns from the window and heads over to the closet. The door is open and all he sees are a few wire hangers, discarded, laying on the floor. Some dry cleaning bags crumpled up in the corner. She didn’t leave any clothes behind. Taking one last look around, he exits the bedroom and walks back down the hall toward the kitchen and living room. Maria looks up, noticing the look on his face, “There’s nothing here but pots and pans, silverware, kitchen stuff. I still have a couple boxes to go. Anything back there?” Max gives her small shake of his head as he walks to a small coat closet just inside the front door. He opens the door and inspects the contents. Nothing…not even hangers here. He sees something when he stands on his tip toes to inspect the top shelf, though. Something crumpled up in the corner. He reaches for it and pulls it down…it’s a fuzzy blue glove. He touches it lightly at first, then brings it to his face to smell it. He briefly touches the soft glove to his cheek before turning around to show Maria his find, “She left a …” but stops when he sees her bent over one of the boxes…her hand over her mouth, crying. He walks over to the box and peers over the edge into the bottom. Lying amongst various kitchen items and dishtowels is the framed picture of Liz, Maria and Alex. The smiling faces peering up at Maria and Max. In black marker written across the glass are the words, “Please leave me alone.” Max picks it up out of the box, staring at the handwriting…Liz’s handwriting. She must have left it on the kitchen counter for him to find and the cleaners packed it up with everything else. Max bends down to pick Maria up off the floor. He puts his arm around her and they walk out the front door. She’s no longer crying and, sniffling once, she asks, “Did she take the chair?” He nods, yes, and opens the door to help Maria into the car. “Ready to find a hotel?” She sniffles again and nods. “We’ll go to the rental office first thing in the morning. I don’t know how much information we’ll get there, though.” Max gets into the driver’s seat and they drive down the tree lined street, the sun setting and turning everything gold. They slowly drive past the kids playing street hockey and an old man sitting on his porch waves at them as they drive away. ~TBC~ </center><center>So come and sit on my box, enjoy the view of this water where my lifeboat is sinking. If you reach out for more, you'll find nothing but sorrow...because knowledge is hollow, and pride is hard to swallow. Col Threadkiller is the coolest!<img src=http://www.roswell-orbs.com/smilies/coo ...

Post by **Angel13** » Tue Apr 16, 2002 11:56 am

Thanks for the great feedback you guys!! You're all so nice! Ooohh...and lookie at me, Tracie made my story a featured one! <img src=http://www.theunholytrinity.org/cracks_ ... iggrin.gif ALT=":grin"> You're so cool! Part 6~  Tuesday, May 14, 2013 Philadelphia When they arrive back at the hotel, Maria orders a pizza to be delivered. She sits on one of the beds, staring at the framed picture of her, Liz and Alex. Max watches her and finally says, “Maybe we should go home, Maria. It’s obvious that she doesn’t want to be found.” and wipes his hand over his face wearily. Maria snaps her head up, “No. Max. She just doesn’t know…she doesn’t know the truth. You know what? We tell her the whole story…about Tess and the baby…about the mindwarping, and then we leave. If she wants to keep running, she can…but I’ll be damned if I’m going to let her keep running for the wrong reasons.” She tosses the picture on the bed as she gets up to answer the knock at the door. Max sighs as he watches her pay for the pizza and bring it in. “You know Michael would throw a fit if he knew what you’ve been eating.” “That’s why Michael won’t know, right Max? You’ll be telling Michael that I ate a nutritious, 4 course meal for dinner every night and I’ll be letting you live.” She smiles as she opens the box and pulls out a slice. Chuckling, Max makes his way to the bathroom, “Whatever you say, Maria. Just don’t hurt me.”  May 15, 2013 Philadelphia-9am Max and Maria pull up to Liberty Rentals, doubtful that they’ll get any answers…but thinking it might be worth a shot. They walk through the front door and see a girl working at a desk nearby. She looks up and sees Max walking toward her and she smoothes her hair and shirt unconsciously. “Hi!” she says with a bright smile at Max, “How can I help you today?” Maria rolls her eyes and walks up to her desk. “Yah, we’re looking for information on this rental.” and she slides a piece of paper with the address written on it across her desk. The girl glances over at Maria, then back to Max, “Oh, yah. That one will be ready for a June 1st move-in. Are you interested in looking at it?” “Actually,” Max starts, “we’re looking for the girl that just moved out. She’s a friend of ours and we’ve been looking for her for a long time.” The girl sits back in her chair, “Well, I can’t really give out information about our tenants. I’m sorry.” giving him a look of sympathy. Max looks down, defeated as Maria steps forward. “Look, I know it’s against the rules, but we’re desperate to find her. Can’t you do  anything? Please?” “I’m really sorry. I wish I could help you.” she says and looks over at Max. He looks so sad…staring at the ground, running his hand through his hair worriedly. “I tell you what. You tell me her name…so I at least know that you know  something about her, and I’ll look up the name of the bank branch that we’re wiring her return deposit to.” Max brightens instantly, and smiling he says, “Li…Julie…Julie Baker. Her name is Julie Baker.” As the girl types in her computer, Max throws Maria a brilliant smile and she can’t stand still, she’s almost giddy. The girl turns back to them, writing on a piece of paper, “Ok, here’s the address…it’s a Nation’s Bank branch in Dallas. They won’t tell you anything about her, though. A Bank will probably have a little more security than we do.” she says with a wink at Max. “Thank you so much!” Max and Maria gush at her as they run out the door. In the car, they’re both on their cell phones. “Michael! Isn’t this great?! This is the first solid lead we’ve had in years!” Maria tells Michael excitedly. “Yah, it is, Maria. Just be careful. I trust that Max is making you eat right, right?” he says back. Maria turns to poke Max in the side, making an eating motion with her hands before turning her attention back to her phone. “Yah, two tickets to Dallas. Anything you have that leaves as soon as possible.” Max is talking to the airline when he feels Maria poking him and he looks at her gestures. “Oh, and can you make one of the meals vegetarian?” he adds while he rolls his eyes at her. “Make sure the kids get a bath tonight, Michael. You know they’d go a month if we didn’t force them.” Maria is giving Michael instructions. “Oh, and call Isabel and fill her in.” “Yes, Maria.” Michael sing songs back. She laughs and says, “I’m sorry, I’m just so excited! I’ll call you when we get to Dallas. Love you.” “Me, too. Take care of yourself.” Michael says as he hangs up  Roswell-same time Isabel and Jesse’s house Setting his cell phone on the table, Michael turns to Isabel and says, “They’re going to Dallas.” “God, Michael…how long is this going to go on? Aren’t they going to take Liz’s message to them seriously? I mean, she’s had that picture forever and she’s carried it with her this long. She wouldn’t leave it for Max to find if she wasn’t serious, right?” Isabel says as she takes the last bite of the breakfast Jesse made for them all this morning. Jesse gets up from the table and carries some dishes to the sink, “I don’t know how easy it would be for Max and Maria to just give up after all these years, after all their effort.” He turns to look at Michael and Isabel, “And do you think Max will ever give up if he keeps going on his 2am journeys every year?” Isabel puts her chin in her hand, “No. He won’t…not my brother. This is his life, now…looking for Liz.” She laughs sarcastically, “What do you think he’ll do if he ever  does find her? He won’t have anything to do with his spare time.” She gets up and she drags Jesse into the living room to look at some paint samples. Michael gets up, bringing his plate to the sink and he looks out the window above it, watching Grace and Alex play in the yard with the neighbor kid. Their laughter is carried into the house and he thinks to himself, “It looks like being a kid is so much fun.” He watches for several minutes, envying them their youth…their innocence. That’s how Max, Isabel and his childhood’s should have been. Playing hide-n-seek in the front yard with the neighbor kids…not hide-n-seek from the world. He turns from the window and walks into the living room, rescuing Jesse from piles of paint chips and fabric, “Come on Jesse, lets go take a look at your car…see if we can figure out what’s wrong with it.” Earning him a grateful look from Jesse, and the evil eye from Isabel. ~TBC~ </center><center>So come and sit on my box, enjoy the view of this water where my lifeboat is sinking. If you reach out for more, you'll find nothing but sorrow...because knowledge is hollow, and pride is hard to swallow. Col Threadkiller is the coolest!<img src=http://www.roswell-orbs.com/smilies/coo ...

Post by **majiklmoon** » Tue Apr 16, 2002 12:07 pm

Oh Angel, I am so loving this....more please more...as soon as you can! <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><center>"Hey Spike, maybe you should put an ice pack on that muscle cramp!</center><a href=http://pub84.ezboard.com/bmajiklmoonsrealm><img src=http://members.aol.com/majiklmoon/image ...

Anonymous · Post by **Anonymous** » Tue Apr 16, 2002 12:36 pm

<img src=http://www.ezboard.com/intl/aenglish/im ... /smile.gif ALT=":)">  Angel Max was actually going to give up there........... Thank goodness Maria was there to pep talk him!!! Liz needs to know what Tess did to them again <img src=http://www.ezboard.com/intl/aenglish/im ... /frown.gif ALT=":("> though telling her Tess killed her baby may be a bit difficult. First Alex and then her child.........it's a good job Michael finished her  Grrrrrrrr Hmmmmmmmmmmm need MORE PLEASE!!! <img src=http://www.ezboard.com/intl/aenglish/im ... s/wink.gif ALT=";)"> <center>******************************</center><center><img src=http://www.netsnapshot.com/users/6410/i ... 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>

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