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Post by **majiklmoon** » Fri Apr 19, 2002 1:17 pm

wow....and wow again...Angel, this is so 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><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 ...

Post by **Angel13** » Fri Apr 19, 2002 5:40 pm

Part 11~ “Hold on. Khivar is here…with you? What are you doing with  him?!” Maria cuts in, more confused than ever. She looks over at Max worriedly. Looking at them for a moment, she makes a quick decision. “Yes, he is. That’s why you need to leave.” “What?!” Maria cries out. “What do you mean, he’s here? As in ‘with’ you, or…or…what are you talking about? Max…what is she taking about? Would you say something to her already?” Max watches Liz’s face…the way she can’t look at him…the way she’s biting the corner of her bottom lip. He thinks about the awful crying he heard when she was sitting outside in the truck earlier. “You’re lying.” He says to her simply. Her gaze flies up to his, “No, I’m not. I’m sorry, Max” she raises her chin and looks past him to the wall on the other side of the room. Max stalks across the room and grabs her arms, “You’re lying!” He says through clenched teeth. “And I’m not moving from this spot until you start telling the truth!” Wrenching herself out of his grip, Liz breaks away and yells angrily at him, “God, Max! Why won’t you just leave?!  Just leave! I want you to go!” She cries out the last part and throws her hands up to her head and grimaces with frustration before continuing. “You don’t belong here. It’s been a long time…and…and…” she looks around her, hoping something will suddenly inspire her when she whips her head around and says a little too forcefully, “He loves me! That’s…that’s why you have to go. He’ll kill you if he finds you here.” She looks down at the floor, biting her lip, briefly thinking, “God, that was lame. I hope Max doesn’t remember that Khivar can’t stay her for very long. Maybe…he never  was very good at remembering important details.” before looking back up at Max defiantly…her chin raised. Max just stands there, his arms crossed, watching her tirade with no expression on his face…patiently waiting. Liz looks over to Maria and sees her just shrugs her shoulders at Liz. Sinking to the floor, she sighs and cradles her head in her hands. “Shit! Fine…fine!” She takes a deep breath and admits, “He’s not here…not yet anyway. He’s the reason I’m constantly on the move, though. He follows me…tracks me wherever I go. He’s crazy.” She looks up at Max, pleads with him…knowing now that it’s over. He won’t leave her here now. “Don’t you see? He’s the one sending you to me in the middle of the night, Max. He  wants you to find me, he’s always wanted you to find me, to lure you to me. Knowing him, he thinks it’s pretty amusing…baiting you like that. You don’t know how crazy he is…he…he…” she jerks her head back to Maria. “Can’t you talk some sense into him? You need to leave…now.” Seeing that they’re not making a move to go anywhere, she sighs and glances over at her laptop, then says, “When I left…that day…graduation day…I didn’t go far. Just to Albuquerque. I was going to take a few days to regroup, to rethink my life, then go back to Roswell. But he showed up…at my hotel room. Khivar showed up…he did what he did when he came back for Isabel that time…remember?” When Max and Maria nod and motion for her to continue, she says, “It was really strange. I didn’t know what he was talking about most of the time…and he…he kept telling me he was going to kill me. That killing me would destroy you, Max, and then he would have his chance.” She shuddered at the memory…remembering how scared she was. “He kept me there for days…” she drifts off and decides they don’t need to know details. “Until something snapped in him. He just…stopped his ranting. Then he did something to me…he got in my head. He saw that I had run away from Roswell…run away from you, Max. That’s when he came up with this crazy plan…or game…whatever he wants to call it. He was going to lure you away from Roswell, to separate you from the others…but especially Isabel. For some reason, he has a strong aversion to Vilondra…Isabel. He kept ranting about her off and on while he…” she looks away from them before finishing that train of thought. “Finally he left me there. He told me he’d be back when you showed up…because he knew…he knew that you would look for me. But he didn’t leave without putting something inside me…some kind of tracking device and monitor. No matter where I go, he can always find me. And he knows what I’m doing.” She takes a long sip of water before continuing. “I told him…I told him that you, Isabel and Jesse had moved…so you and Isabel could to go to college…that you weren’t even  in Roswell anymore. I tried to tell him that you wouldn’t try to find me…that you didn’t care about me.” she continues, “He’s afraid of Isabel, Max. That’s your trump card. For now anyway…it’s a game to him, that’s all it is.” She sits down and looks at Maria. “Over the years, I became an expert at hiding. I changed my name…several times…and I moved constantly. Sometimes 3 or 4 times in a year, hoping it would be enough to keep you away from me…off my trail. I knew you would look. He stopped coming regularly after 3…or maybe 4 years. It’s kind of fuzzy. He still does, but not as often…Jaret and I think that he’s starting to get bored.” At their looks when she mentions Jaret’s name, she explains. “He has others who keep tabs on me. Most just watch me, but there’s one who works closely with Khivar. His name is Jaret, I think he lives here…on Earth…but I’m not sure. He’s a shapeshifter…all the ones watching me are shapeshifters.” She says the last part as a whisper before straightening up and continuing. “When he first came to me, he told me that he’s a spy in Khivar’s camp…that he’d worked years to develop his cover. He said he was going to keep me safe and keep you safe, Max. I didn’t believe him for a long time, but after saving me from Khivar a few times, I started to believe him…to trust him. That’s who I was contacting on my laptop earlier. I checked with him on Khivar’s position…checking to see if Khivar knew you were here or if he was coming. We’re safe for now…and it helps that I just got here because the people who were watching me in Philly will have to move their camp, but you have to get out of here before he finds out. I didn’t tell Jaret that you’re here, but you need to leave.” Liz stands up and looks at Max, “Max, if for no other reason, you have to get Maria out of here. Khivar would kill her in a minute…only because she’s carrying Michael’s child. And…and he would probably think that was cool in his twisted way.” Maria instinctively puts her hands over her belly. “Liz, just come back with us. This is ridiculous…you see that, don’t you? You can’t run forever and you’ll be safer with us…in Roswell. What are you going to do…let him chase you around for the rest of your life?” Max angrily shoots up from his chair, “This is  not happening!” He looks at Liz and stalks across the room, grabbing her arms again. “We’re not leaving you here… I’m not leaving you here. I can’t Liz…you can’t ask me to do that. I don’t care how much you hate me right now.” He’s in a rage and turns from Liz to walk half-way to the door and back. “We’re leaving now. Grab what you need. If you don’t, I’ll call a cab for Maria and send her back to Roswell…but I’m not leaving here without you.” He’s interrupted by the sound of Maria crying. He turns and sees Maria sobbing and telling him quietly to stop. He curses himself as he rushes to her…thinking that it’s the baby. But she gets up and goes to Liz, draping her arms around her and talking between her sobs. “Liz, please don’t do this. I need you. I need you to be there. I have two more kids…Grace…and Alex. They don’t even know you. They need you, too, Liz. I just can’t do this anymore…the constant wondering about where you are, what you’re doing. It’s too much. Please don’t do this to me anymore, Liz. Just do what Max says, and come home with us. Your parents! God, your parents think you’re dead! How could I ever face them…please…” she can’t say anymore because she’s sobbing so hard. Liz holds her, telling her to calm down. Tears are running down her face as she thinks about how much she’s hurt Maria and her parents. She just doesn’t know what to do…she doesn’t know what to do anymore…and she wants it to be over. She knows Max won’t leave here…not now…and when Khivar comes, they’ll be sitting ducks. She blew it. “Ok, Maria. It’s ok” she says as she rubs her hand up and down Maria’s back, trying to quiet her sobs. “I’ll come…I’ll come with you…back to Roswell.” “Ok.” Maria chokes out…still gripping Liz and crying. “Ok.” Liz answers her back. She glances over to Max, who has slumped in the chair with his head in his hands. He breathes out a noticeable sigh of relief and nods his head. “Liz?” Maria says in a small voice. “Yah?” “I gotta pee again.” And they both break out in a grin as Maria lets go of Liz and races toward the bathroom. She turns to Max. “If we’re leaving…we need to leave now. You need to be close to Isabel and Michael. Unfortunately, he’s going to know I’m there…” she fades, her gaze straying towards the front door. Taking a deep breath and looking around the living room she says, “Come on…help me load this stuff back up in the truck.” And she turns to start re-packing boxes, leaving a confused and worried Max standing behind her. “How did this happen?” Max thinks to himself as he watches Liz pack boxes in front of him. How did I let this happen? Liz has already packed up her laptop and the few things from her bedroom when Maria comes out of the bathroom. Max is on the phone with Michael, filling him in on as much as he can and telling him that everyone needs to stay together…either at Max’s house or Isabel and Jesse’s. No one stays by themselves. He ends the call and rushes to Maria, “Are you ok? Do you need anything?” “I’m ok, Max. Just a little hungry.” She laughs as she looks at her watch. It’s a little after 10pm and she feels like she’s starving. “Ok, we’ll go back to the hotel and order some pizza…does that sound good?” he puts his arm around her and leads her into the living room. “Yah, that sounds perfect.” Max helps Liz carry the few pieces of furniture she had moved into the house back to the truck. All but one thing…the bed. They stand in the bedroom looking at it when Liz says, “Well, my neighbor carried the parts in and assembled it for me. It’s kinda big.” “We don’t have time for it, Liz. We’ll get you a new one in Roswell.” Max says as he leaves the bedroom. Liz follows him to the front door and Max asks her, “Is that it? Anything else?” “Nope. I guess this is it.” She hesitates at the front door, looking at Maria waiting in the car. Her hand travels down to her lower back where she knows the tracking device is…nestled up against her spine. “Let’s go.” ~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** » Fri Apr 19, 2002 7:39 pm

so, you liked pt 11 so much you posted it twice <img src=http://www.theunholytrinity.org/cracks_ ... laughA.gif ALT=":lol"> Angel, this is so great. You are incredible <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 ...

Post by **roswellkitkat** » Fri Apr 19, 2002 9:27 pm

Angel...bravo <img src=http://www.theunholytrinity.org/cracks_ ... xhello.gif ALT=":clap"> , bravo <img src=http://www.theunholytrinity.org/cracks_ ... xhello.gif ALT=":clap"> . Keep it coming!! <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** » Fri Apr 19, 2002 10:44 pm

<img src=http://www.theunholytrinity.org/cracks_ ... laughA.gif ALT=":lol"> Oops <img src=http://www.theunholytrinity.org/cracks_ ... laughA.gif ALT=":lol"> Delete please. <img src=http://www.theunholytrinity.org/cracks_ ... iggrin.gif ALT=":grin"> Actually, I'm not really liking this part...it doesn't really flow the way I wanted. So, OF COURSE, I post it twice.  Hey look! Everyone look at my inadequacies as a writer!! <img src=http://www.theunholytrinity.org/cracks_ ... laughA.gif ALT=":lol"> <img src=http://www.theunholytrinity.org/cracks_ ... laughA.gif ALT=":lol"> </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 ...

Anonymous · Post by **Anonymous** » Sat Apr 20, 2002 1:14 am

Col steps into the street and gets plowed over by a runaway plot twist... Lifting her head off the ground - Whoa! I guess I should have looked both ways first, huh? <img src=http://www.theunholytrinity.org/cracks_ ... laughA.gif ALT=":lol"> What a great couple of parts! Liz seemed so calm about seeing them... but I guess that's because she wasn't really afraid of seeing Max & gang again... she was just protecting him... neat! and Finally! Max takes some initiative! <img src=http://www.theunholytrinity.org/cracks_ ... xhello.gif ALT=":clap"> - opening up his mouth was a good start <img src=http://www.ezboard.com/intl/aenglish/im ... s/wink.gif ALT=";)"> and I'm glad they've convinced her to come back to Roswell... I wonder who this Jaret guy is... sounds interesting! <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> AtO is so cool, she makes anything look easy!</center>

Anonymous · Post by **Anonymous** » Sat Apr 20, 2002 11:05 am

Tea sits at her computer in a daze.............  Hmmmmmmmmmmmm I didn't see that one coming. Ok I have the feeling from that that Khivar treated Liz badly, besides sticking a tracking device near her spine <img src=http://www.ezboard.com/intl/aenglish/im ... /frown.gif ALT=":("> <img src=http://www.ezboard.com/intl/aenglish/im ... /frown.gif ALT=":("> <img src=http://www.ezboard.com/intl/aenglish/im ... /frown.gif ALT=":("> That guy is one twisted alien. Poor Liz on the run being chased by shapeshifters etc........and to find out what Tess had done on top  Grrrrrrrrrrrr LOVE THIS  ANGEL!!! <img src=http://www.ezboard.com/intl/aenglish/im ... /smile.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>

Post by **Angel13** » Sat Apr 20, 2002 12:07 pm

Hopefully this one only posts once. <img src=http://www.ezboard.com/intl/aenglish/im ... s/wink.gif ALT=";)"> Part 12~ Max drives the U-Haul and Liz rides in the car with Maria back to their hotel. Maria holds onto Liz’s hand the entire way. “Thank you, Liz. I’ve missed you so much.” She says as they pull into the parking lot. Liz and Maria head up to the room, with Max following behind carrying Liz’s suitcase. They decided to stay the night at the hotel, then get an early start driving the U-Haul to Roswell. Liz tried to talk them into flying back to Roswell and she would drive the truck, but Max refused…saying that it was only a ten hour drive and they’d be in Roswell before anyone even knew she was gone. In the room, Maria calls the pizza place and orders. Liz powers up her laptop again…she needs to contact Jaret again and make sure Khivar doesn’t know she’s with Max…and that he’s not planning to come anytime soon. She also needs to tell him she’s returning to Roswell. By now, he’s probably already picked up from her tracker that she’s with Max and Maria. He won’t be happy…and Khivar will definitely be coming when he finds out. But by the time that happens, they should already be there. Hopefully, Jaret will be able to stall him for a couple of days. Max sits at the table and studies Liz while she works on her laptop. He notices a scar running down her neck for the first time. It disappears under her shirt and he cringes at the thought of how big it might actually be. He also clearly takes in her appearance for the first time. She’s thin…too thin. He can see her shoulder bones poking out from underneath her shirt. There are more scars…on her arms and on her legs. Looking back up to her face, he shifts in his chair as he looks more closely at it. There’s a scar from the corner of her mouth that dips down toward the bottom of her cheek. And the one on her forehead that he noticed earlier runs up to disappear in her hair line. Did Khivar do all that? He feels bile rising up in his throat as he thinks about what she’s gone through all these years…what she hasn’t told them. She looks like she’s been in a war. Liz feels Max looking at her and glances up, noticing him looking at her scars with a grimace on his face. She recognizes that look because it’s the same one she has on her face every time she looks in the mirror. She meets his gaze for a moment before getting back to her transmission to Jaret. He’s not answering her call anymore, so she’s sending him a message, telling him she’s going back to Roswell. “Can’t he just lie to Khivar about us being with you?” Max startles her out of her thoughts. Looking back up to Max, she explains, “Jaret monitors most of the data from my tracker and he reports my activities back to Khivar. Khivar used to do it himself, but I guess he’s too busy…fighting…I’m not sure. But he can still see…what I’m doing…who I’m with…if he really felt like it. If he got bored one day…or if he doesn’t hear from Jaret quick enough. Jaret can only hope to delay him by withholding information for a few days…he can’t lie to him. If he does, his cover will be blown.” Sighing, she closes her laptop. “Khivar usually likes to come here whenever I move. Not all the time…especially when I’m moving frequently. But I was in Philadelphia for 3 years and he pretty much left me alone there. I’m sure that when he finds out I moved to Dallas, he’ll want to…come see me.” She unconsciously brings her hand up to the scar on her forehead and rubs it in thought as she watches Maria emerge from the shower. Maria wanted to take a shower before the pizza arrived and as soon as she sees Maria walk into the sitting room, Liz hops up and heads to the bathroom for a shower herself. She feels so dirty from all the driving, unpacking, cleaning, crying and re-packing. It’s been a long day and all she wants to do is sink into bed and sleep for 12 hours. When she comes out of the bathroom, Maria is on the phone with Michael. It’s almost midnight and Maria is sleepily telling Michael that she’s ok and getting ready to go to bed. She tells him she loves him and clicks the phone off. “Michael said to tell you that he’s glad you’re coming home, Liz. And that you have two very anxious kids waiting to meet you.” Maria says to Liz as she heads toward the bedroom. “I have to sleep. Liz, you can sleep with me…I’ll try not to hog all the covers. Good night, Max” and she disappears through the door, yawning. Liz makes her way to the couch to sit down…Max is still sitting at the table watching her. They sit in uncomfortable silence for a few moments…neither knows what to say. She’s so emotionally drained and she leans forward, resting her elbows on her knees. Max is replaying everything Liz said back at the house…and earlier when she told him about the tracker. He’s hurt her so much. And he doesn’t blame her one bit for wanting to get as far away from him as possible. “Liz,” he starts to say but Liz interrupts him. “Can we just…not talk right now.” Liz says, not looking at him. She knows he has a million questions running through his head and she doesn’t have the energy to answer them right now. “I’m just so tired, and I don’t feel like talking about it right now.” “Ok.” Max says. He wants answers…but knows it’ll take more time than they have right now to get them. He debates for a minute about pressing her, but changes his mind…not sure he’s ready to hear what she has to say right now anyway. Instead, he says, “Will you let me try to take the tracker out?” She hesitates, then nods and lays on the couch, face down. She feels Max sit down next to her and put his hand over her back. “Here?” She cringes slightly at his touch and nods, yes, and she can fell the heat coming from his hand. He moves his hand over her lower back for a long time, then the heat goes away and all she can feel is his hand. He holds a small metal ball in his hand and looks at it for a moment…contemplating putting it in his pocket…instead, deciding to toss it in the trashcan. It would be better for it to remain in Dallas instead of traveling with them to Roswell. Looking down at her, he whispers, “I love you, Liz. I never stopped loving you…I couldn’t. I’m…so sorry.” And his hand moves up her back…intending to heal the ugly scars he sees there. She sits up abruptly when his hand moves and pulls down her shirt. Looking at him for a few more moments, she rises and says, “Good night, Max.” and heads back to the bedroom. Watching her run into the bedroom…away from him…Max sits back in the couch and brings both hands up to run through is hair. She’s afraid…she’s afraid he’ll see something in a flash. He could always tell what she was thinking and after ten years, it was no different. A few minutes pass before he shakes his head out of the daze he was in and pulls out the bed from the sofa before heading to the shower. After, he climbs into bed, thinking about Liz and everything she told them. He’s going to kill Khivar…for everything he’s done to Liz…and he’ll do it with a smile on his face. ~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 **roswellkitkat** » Sat Apr 20, 2002 2:16 pm

Great as usual! <img src=http://www.theunholytrinity.org/cracks_ ... kliam2.gif ALT=":hotpink"> <img src=http://www.theunholytrinity.org/cracks_ ... kliam2.gif ALT=":hotpink"> So Max had no problem removing the trackng device? I would have thought all sorts of bells and whistles would have gone off...but seeing how Khivar is really very evil...this must be all part of the bigger picture. Thanks for sharing! Inadequate? Yeah, I'll believe it when I see it. <img src=http://www.theunholytrinity.org/cracks_ ... iggrin.gif ALT=":grin"> <center>*************<center>Roswell, O,Roswell...where ever did you go? <center>Patience is a virtue...just not mine.<center>Who asked you!

Anonymous · Post by **Anonymous** » Sat Apr 20, 2002 2:22 pm

Oh... the wonderful ANGST <img src=http://www.theunholytrinity.org/cracks_ ... iggrin.gif ALT=":grin"> Thank you.... that was a great part... and it served my daily angst-fic-fix nicely <img src=http://www.ezboard.com/intl/aenglish/im ... s/wink.gif ALT=";)"> I love how you mentioned Liz touching her lower back and breaking down like 4 chapters ago... and know we get an explanation for it! <img src=http://216.40.201.240/s/contrib/ruinkai/biggthumpup.gif ALT=":thumbsup"> So, Liz doesn't want Max to get flashes.... but he needs to heal her! Oh, what to do! Keep'em coming please <img src=http://www.ezboard.com/intl/aenglish/im ... /smile.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> AtO is so cool, she makes anything look easy!</center>Edited by: <A HREF=http://pub84.ezboard.com/u41steps.showP ... 41steps</A> <IMG HEIGHT=10 WIDTH=10 SRC="http://mail.typicalsituations.com/email ... olleen.gif" BORDER=0> at: 4/20/02 1:25:08 pm

Post by **majiklmoon** » Sat Apr 20, 2002 3:35 pm

Angel, that was great, and per your request, i deleted one of your pt 11's. I don't know what you are talking about though, i thought it was an excellent part! <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 ...

Post by **Angel13** » Sat Apr 20, 2002 5:05 pm

There will be consequences to taking the tracker out later. <img src=http://www.ezboard.com/intl/aenglish/im ... s/wink.gif ALT=";)"> Thanks for the great feedback and for reading! Part 13~  Friday, May 17, 2013 Roswell They reach Roswell at 4 in the afternoon after driving straight there. Max drove most of the way, only taking a break when Liz insisted she take over. They’re all tired as they pile out of the cab and make their way through the front door of Max’s house. Liz doesn’t even have time to look at her surroundings before she’s caught up in a fierce hug. It’s Isabel. “God, Liz, thank God you came home!” Liz stiffens and tries to pull away from Isabel and she sees Michael swoop down on Maria, settling his hands over her stomach…making sure the baby is ok. Maria swats his hands away and gives him a kiss. “Later, I have to pee.” And she heads further into the house, disappearing down a hallway. As Isabel steps away from Liz, concerned at her reaction, Diane goes to Max and pulls him into a hug. “I’m glad you’re back, Max. We were so worried.” “It’s ok, mom. Max whispers to his mom and meets Isabel’s gaze over her shoulder. He smiles at her and she nods while smiling back. Liz tries to get through the group gathered around the door when she feels a pair of big arms engulf her. “We all missed you, Liz. Thank you for coming back.” Michael says in her ear. Liz closes her eyes as tears come to them and she hangs loosely in his embrace. Max untangles himself from his mom and says, “Alright everyone, how about we let Liz breathe a little.” He watches her as they all move away toward the kitchen and living room and he and Michael go out to the truck to haul in the suitcases. “Hey man, I’m really glad you found her.” Michael says to Max as they walk back to the house. “Everything will be ok, now that she’s home.” Max looks at him with an expression that Michael can’t translate, “Maybe.” Maria’s sitting in the kitchen with Michael as he heats up some leftovers for Maria. “Michael, she’s so defeated. She was so scared when she saw us at her front door. I’d never seen that look on her face.” She takes a sip of the tea Michael made for her. “I mean, she was determined that we leave her there! Can you believe that?! Leave her there for Khivar to do what he wants with her. You should have heard some of the things she said to try to get us to leave. Did you see the scars? He did that to her. I know it. She didn’t tell us what he did to her…has  been doing to her, but she just looks awful!” She shakes her head trying to hold back her tears. “It’ll be ok, Maria. We’ll make it ok.” He tells her as he sets a plate of stir fry vegetables in front of her. “Eat. I know it’s the first decent meal you’ve had since you left.” And he kisses the top of her head and walks to the doorway that leads to the living room. “Hey Liz…Max, there’s food in here in you want some.” Max watches as Isabel sits next to Liz on the couch…she can’t stop touching Liz and Diane is telling Liz all about Grace and Alex, who are over at Amy’s. Liz looks uncomfortable and she turns to Max, “You know, I just want to go take a shower if that’s ok. I’m so tired…and…” looking around at everyone gathered around her…Isabel, Diane, Jesse…”I just…I really just want to relax.” She’s giving Max a pleading look. Max gets up and says, “Sure. I’ll show you to a room and get you settled.” He leads her from the room as she says goodbye to everyone. “Thank you, Max. I’m just not used to so many people around…and I don’t really know what to say to them yet. You don’t think I upset them, do you?” “No, of course not. Everyone understands…you can talk to them later. Come on, you’re this way.” He leads her to the stairs and they walk up to the second floor. He leads her into a room that looks like it gets little use. Her suitcase is sitting on a chair in the corner. She looks around and notices that there’s a dresser and full size bed as well. There’s a door on the left side of the room and Max confirms that it leads to a bathroom. “Be sure and lock the other door…it leads to the hallway.” He’s looking at the floor, shifting uncomfortably, “Um, I put some towels out for you. If you need anything, my room’s right across the hall.” Noticing her look up at him, he adds, “And Maria’s is next door.” “Thank you, Max. I’ll…um…talk to you later, right? About what we’re going to do?” She moves to the bathroom doorway, turning on the light. “Sure, no problem.” He says and leaves, closing the door behind him. She stares at the door after he leaves, wondering what she’s going to say to him…what he’s going to say to her. When Max gets back downstairs, Isabel is waiting for him, “Is she ok, Max?” “Yah, just a little overwhelmed. Just give her some time to get used to being back…she’ll be fine.” He tells her, leading her into the living room. Diane goes home around 7pm and Isabel and Jesse decide to stay on Max’s pull-out couch after the little he tells them. Max tried to fill them in with what he knew about Khivar and Liz and they all decide that for now it’s best to stick close together. Liz hears the noise downstairs get quieter and she grabs a book, making her way down to the living room. Isabel and Jesse are on the couch watching a movie when she enters the room. “Hey. Sorry I weirded out earlier…it’s just…” Liz starts to explain. “Don’t worry about it, Liz.” Isabel interrupts her. “I’m sure it’s a lot for you to take in all at once. We’re here if you need anything.” She smiles up at her. “Thank you.” Liz says softly, looking at the floor. “Um…could you point me in the direction of the backyard.” She laughs softly. “Sure,” Isabel smiles, and points toward the kitchen, “through there…there’s a door that leads out to the patio.” “Thanks.” Liz says as she walks in the direction Isabel pointed. Liz opens the backdoor and not finding a light switch for outside, she walks outside, shutting the door behind her quietly. She stands in the darkness, noticing there’s a pool, then looking up at the sky. It’s a clear night and she can easily see the stars. Glancing toward the back of the house, she feels for a light switch to turn on so she can read when she hears, “It’s over here.” She whips her head around and sees Max standing on the side of the patio behind a large telescope with a camera attached to it. “There’s a kerosene lamp over here…if you wanted to read.” He says, nodding his head toward the book in her hand. “Max…I…I didn’t know you were out here.” Liz says awkwardly. “Sorry if I scared you…I was just taking pictures of the Flaming Star Nebula. I have a good view tonight…want to look?” He says when he sees her looking at the telescope. “You can see that far away?” she says in awe as she steps closer to him. “Yup. Here, just look through here.” He points to the camera eyepiece as she tentatively steps closer to him. Setting her book down on a chair, she walks up and looks through where Max shows her. “Oh my…Max…it’s beautiful!” She says in amazement, not looking away. He smiles at the awe in her voice and presses a remote control into her hand. “Here, press this button and you’ll take a picture of it. I’ll give it to you when I get them developed.” He moves her finger to the button while she looks through the camera. She smiles and presses the button, hearing the slow click of the lens…it takes several seconds for the film to capture the image before she hears the lens click shut. “Wow. You’re lucky, Max. That you do this for a living.” She tells him as she straightens up and looks at him. “Yah.” He says, at a loss for words. “So,” She begins as she looks down to her feet. “Max…I’m sorry I was so harsh…back in Dallas. I didn’t…I was trying to get you to leave.” She looks across the yard at the pool. “I wanted to…make you angry enough…to leave. I…I didn’t mean what I said…well, most of it, anyway.” Max is silent. She may have not meant what she said, but it was all true. He sits in a chair and motions for her to sit as well. They both look out into the yard…sitting in silence until Max says, “So, what did Jaret say when you told him you were coming here?” “I don’t know. I sent him a message from the hotel in Dallas and he hasn’t contacted me since. I…I don’t know what that means. Sometimes it takes him a while to get back to me.” Liz says while she looks down at her hands. “If Khivar decides to come, we’ll have a couple of days notice. Jaret will tell me…I hope. It takes at least two days for Khivar to prepare a body to enter…they last longer if he waits.” She whispers the last part. Looking over at her down-turned face, Max says, “Liz…what…what did he do to you? I mean…did he give you those scars? Or…was there…” he wants to know. “Max,” Liz begins, looking over at him before looking back down at the ground. “I can’t…Max, you…you don’t want to know. And I don’t want to tell you…not now anyway.” Max clenches his teeth and sits back in his chair, taking a deep breath. “Alright, Liz. But you need to tell me before he gets here. I can’t have him catching me off guard in a confrontation…I need to know.” He says quietly. She nods her head, looking back up at the sky. “I forgot how clear the sky is here…you can see so many stars.” She says with a sad voice, “Everywhere I’ve lived, there’s been too much light pollution.” Looking back at Max, she asks him, “Do you mind if I just read for a while…out here?” “No.” he says, standing up and walking over to get her the lamp. He sets it down on the table beside her, lighting the wick. “Enjoy your book, Liz.” He turns to walk in the house. Sometime later, Max wakes up with a start. Someone’s screaming…Liz. He glances at the clock…3:30am…and bolts from his room across the hall and into hers. He goes immediately to the bed where Liz is sitting up, shaking and covered in sweat. He sits on the edge and hands her a glass of water. “Nightmare?” She nods as she gulps the water. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you up.” She turns teary eyes to his. “Liz, it’s ok. You’re safe here.” And he reaches for her arm…watching as she cringes away from his touch. He pulls his hand back and looks up to see Maria standing in the doorway. “Liz, are you ok?” she asks quietly. Looking up at Maria, Liz barely whispers, “Yah. I’m sorry I woke you up.” “Hey, no problem. Do you need anything?” When Liz shakes her head, no, Maria says, “Ok. Well, I’m right next door if you change your mind.” And she walks back down the hall after throwing Max a concerned took. Liz lies back down, looking up at Max. “Stay here until I go to sleep?” “Sure.” And he starts to get up to sit in the chair in the corner. “No! Not over there.” It comes out sounding panicked, and Max turns to see her wide-eyed expression suddenly relax as she scoots over on the bed, “Here, next to me.” She says as she makes room for him. He looks at her for a moment, then nods his head and climbs into bed, being careful not to get too close. He watches her as her eyes close and after a few minutes, he can hear her breathing even out into sleep. He lies there, on his back, staring at the light fixture on the ceiling. Watching the light play across the ceiling from the occasional car driving by on the street out front, he sees her hand inch over out of the corner of his eye and feels her lightly rest it on top of his. And he smiles slightly as he drifts off to sleep. Liz wakes up, seeing that there’s sunshine coming in through the window through her closed eyelids and she snuggles deeper under her covers…cuddling deeper into the warmth surrounding her. When she hears a deep groan and a hand inching up her stomach to grab her breast, her eyes pop open and her body tenses. When the arm around her relaxes, she hurriedly scoots out from under it and out of the bed. As she makes her way around the bed, she tries not to make any noise that will wake Max up. Pausing on his side of the bed, she watches his sleeping face…his steady breathing. The clock on the bedside table reads 7am and she makes her way to the bathroom to take a shower. When she emerges from the bathroom, the bed is empty. Max is in his room cursing himself for scaring Liz out of bed. He woke up when he felt her stiffen next to him and he realized that he was wrapped around her and worse, he was fondling her breast. He feigned sleep until he heard her go into the bathroom and shut the door. “Damn. That’s just great, Max. Good job.” he thinks to himself. He can hear movement downstairs…probably Michael making breakfast. As he lies on his stomach in bed, two small flurries fly into his room and jump on top of him. Grace and Alex are jumping up and down on the bed, “Max! Get up Max!” and giggling as he pretends to be offended at their intrusion by groaning and swatting his arms at them. Alex gets off the bed and grabs his leg, while Grace is at his side pulling his arm. “Get up Max!” “Ugh, you two are killing me.” He groans into his pillow, causing more giggles to erupt. Liz hears the ruckus when she enters the hallway. Curious, she peeks through Max’s open door and smiles when she sees what’s going on. Max looks over his shoulder when he hears his door squeak to see Liz standing in the doorway in amusement at the scene in front of her. Grace and Alex halt their attack and look to see what has distracted Max. When they see Liz in the doorway, Alex whispers to Max, “Is that Liz?” At Max’s nod, Alex looks over at Grace and whispers loudly, “That’s Liz.” Leaving Max forgotten on the bed, Grace walks over to Liz and says, “My mommy told us all about you. I’m Grace. And that’s Alex.” pointing to Alex across the room. “It’s very nice to meet you, Grace. And you too, Alex.” She looks over to where Alex moves in closer to Max. She kneels down to Grace and says, “Has anyone told you that you look just like your mommy when she was your age?” Grace nods and says, “All the time. How did you know that?” “Because your mommy has been my best friend since we were younger than you are now. I could never forget what she looked like.” Liz tells her as she slides her hand down Grace’s arm. Liz stands back up and says to Alex, “And you…you look just like your dad…so handsome.” and grins at him. Alex blushes and looks down at the floor. Then he looks back up at her and steps toward her saying, “I don’t look like him…he looks like me.” Liz smiles at that and he looks down toward her neck, “You have a boo boo. Uncle Max can fix it.” He’s looking at the scar on her neck which runs even further than Max saw before. She’s wearing a V neck shirt and the scar drops down her chest, disappearing under the neckline. Liz raises her hand to cover it and says, “Oh, it doesn’t hurt, Alex. Sometimes I forget it’s even there.” She smiles and tries to reassure him. “Hey, I smell something good coming from downstairs. Smells like pancakes to me…wanna go check it out with me?” Alex and Grace grab her hands, leading her from the bedroom, “Nah, that’s not pancakes. That’s waffles!” Alex says as Max listens to them walk down the stairs. When they’re gone, Max gets up, heading to the bathroom for a shower. He knew they would love her. How could they not? Alex is the shy one…he rarely warms up to strangers. But Liz had him holding her hand within 5 minutes. Thinking about what Alex said about him healing Liz, he really wishes she would ask him to soon. He can’t look at those scars without imagining a million different ways they were created. But he doubts she’ll be asking him any time soon…if the way she cringes away from his touch is any indication. ~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 **roswellkitkat** » Sat Apr 20, 2002 6:01 pm

Oh Angel...this story is just incredible! I read it and see everything you have created so clearly! Can't wait for the rest! <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** » Sat Apr 20, 2002 9:00 pm

Angel, this is so fantastic...i am so glad you wrote it! Tracie <img src=http://www.ezboard.com/intl/aenglish/im ... /smile.gif ALT=":)"> <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 ...

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Post by **Angel13** » Sun Apr 21, 2002 10:44 am

Part 14~  Saturday, May 18, 2013 Max’s house Max makes his way downstairs after his shower, and passing the living room sees Isabel and Jesse still asleep on the pull-out sofa. He walks into the kitchen and Michael is leaning against the counter, pajama bottoms and a t-shirt still on, holding a cup of coffee and watching the antics of Liz, Grace and Alex…trying to make waffles. “Everyone else is still asleep.” Michael tells Max as he enters the kitchen. Max nods at him and turns to watch Liz, who is standing at the counter with Grace and Alex on either side of her standing on chairs so they can reach the counter. “No…no…it’s gonna be too full. Here, watch me.” Alex says as he grabs the pitcher filled with waffle batter from Grace and moves it over to the waffle maker. “See, only this much…or it spills all over the sides.” as he demonstrates the proper amount of batter to pour. Grace giggles and looks at Liz, “He’s so bossy! He never lets me do anything ‘cuz he says I don’t do it right.” And she rolls her eyes and sticks her tongue out at Alex when he looks at her. “Maybe I like it when it spills out the sides…dummyhead.” she says to Alex. “Hey!” Michael says to Grace, “What did you call your brother?” Grace looks sheepishly over to Michael and says, “Um….yummyhead?” and she bats her eyelashes…giving him her most innocent look. No one says anything for a minute, then Alex and Grace bust out laughing. “Yummyhead?!” Alex laughs, “You couldn’t think of anything better than that, Grace?” as he bends over clutching his stomach in laughter. Michael just smiles and turns to the cupboard. “Coffee, Max?” as he grabs a mug. “Yah.” He moves to grab the mug and fill it, then sits down at the table…watching Liz chuckle at Alex and Grace’s antics. Michael joins him, “That woman from your department called again yesterday. The conference has been moved up and they want you to leave Monday instead.” Max had totally forgotten about that, he hadn’t even called since he took off for Philadelphia Tuesday morning and told them he had a family emergency. “Thanks.” He says, thinking of what he was going to do. Liz turns around with a plate full of waffles…some burnt…and says, “Well, breakfast is ready…I think” and she smiles as she opens a few cupboards looking for plates. Max quickly jumps up to help her, telling her to sit down. He gets a stack of plates, forks, butter and syrup…bringing it all to the table. As they all sit at the table, devouring the plate of waffles, Isabel joins them and says, “What? You couldn’t wait for everyone else?” as she sits down and serves herself. “If we had to wait for you, we’d be eating lunch.” Michael says as he stuffs his mouth. She rolls her eyes at Michael and turns to Liz. “Did you sleep ok? I told Max he should put a queen size bed in that room but he wouldn’t listen to me.” Liz finishes chewing, and glancing at Max briefly, she says, “Um…yah. It was fine, Isabel” and she glances as Max once more before getting up and bringing her plate to the sink. “You sure you don’t want more, Liz? You only ate one.” Michael asks. “Yah, I don’t usually eat breakfast.” She tells him and smiles as she sits back down. “So, where do you and Jesse live, Isabel? Here in Roswell still?” “Yup. We got a great deal on a house a few years ago and we’ve been remodeling. Sometimes I think we’re never going to finish.” She says with a laugh. “Jesse can’t tolerate the decorating part very much, but I’ve been living with sawdust and drafts for 5 years now, so he can just deal with it.” Liz smiles a little at that and before she can say anything, Isabel says, “And no…no kids…yet. I wanted to wait until the house was finished. How was I to know I’d be hitting menopause before  that happened?” she laughs. “Don’t you think you’re being a little dramatic, Isabel?” Jesse says as he enters the kitchen. Isabel looks up and teases, “No, I don’t. I had a plan. Plans are meant to be followed.” and she digs back into her waffles. “Yes, yes…I know. It’s all my fault you didn’t marry a carpenter instead of a lawyer.” He laughs as he joins everyone at the table and fills his plate. Liz is chuckling at their little ‘squabble’ and stands up. “If you guys don’t mind, I think I’m gonna go for a walk. I feel like I’ve been driving for a week. Michael? Would you mind keeping me company?” Surprised, Michael looks at Max, then back to Liz, “Sure.” Liz smiles and she looks over at Max before leaving the kitchen. “Daddy…” Grace whines, “I wanna go, too! Can I go?” “Yah, me too. I wanna go.” Alex joins in. “Nope. Grown-up walk. You two help Max clean the kitchen up, then I want you to go upstairs, brush your teeth and get dressed. Your mom should be awake by then and she’ll want to see you.” Michael tells them as he heads upstairs to throw some jeans and shoes on. Max gets up from the table and goes out to the front porch, sitting down next to Liz. “Hey.” “Hey.” She says back, playing with a twig…scraping it along the cement. “Oh. Um…I like your house. It’s nice.” She smiles at him before turning her attention back to the twig. “Thanks.” He says back. “Liz…we have a lot to talk about. I know that seeing everyone again has to be overwhelming, but we need to get ready.” “I know.” She says quietly. “First, you should see your parents. Or someone might see you and tell them before you get a chance to.” “I know…I was building myself up to do that today.” She looks over at him. “I’m dreading what they’ll say. I mean, what am I supposed to tell them? That I stayed away all this time because…because I was jealous?” she laughs sarcastically and shakes her head…throwing the twig in the bushes. “What do  you think they’ll say, Max? I mean, how have they been?” she looks over at his bowed head. “Well…um…I haven’t really talked to them much. Since you left, I mean.” He peeks over at her before looking back down at the ground. “They blamed you, didn’t they.” She asks him and sighs. “Yah. But…it wasn’t really any different. They were still mad at me for…you know…” he glances at her, “…getting you pregnant.” then turns to watch a car drive by on the street. After a few moments of silence, he continues, “Maria begged me for years to tell them…about me. So I could tell them about how I saw you every year. But I couldn’t. I couldn’t risk it.” He turns toward her, “They would have been dragged into this…this life full of secrets. Alex is dead because of me…because of us. And my dad, too.” “Oh, Max. I’m so sorry…I didn’t know…about your Dad.” She turns toward him. “And Alex didn’t die because of you…he died because of Tess.” She picks up another twig and starts twirling it around on the sidewalk. He looks down at the twig she’s playing with, “They think you might be dead. The private investigator they hired said that your disappearance looked like a kidnapping…you know, because all your money was withdrawn from your bank. After so much time passed and no one heard from you, they just assumed the worst. And I chose to let them believe that, rather than risk their lives, too. I hope you understand.” “It’s alright, Max. It’s my fault. I should have called them, or written a letter.” She removes her hand and stands up, dusting off her jeans. “I’ll tell you what I can when I get back from my walk, is that ok?” “Yah. Do you want everyone there? I should call Kyle and Jim…Isabel told me they’re anxious to see you. Is that alright?” “Sure. Everyone should be there, I guess. It’ll be better if I only have to go through this once. I just need some time to gather my thoughts first.” She smiles up at him. “Liz, I’m sorry…you know…about this morning…” he starts as he looks at his shoes. “Huh?” she asks, before realizing what he’s talking about. “Oh, um…it’s ok…really. Don’t even worry about it.” She says as she twists her hands together, looking down at them before wiping them on her jeans. Just then, Michael opens the door and steps out on the porch. “Ready?” he asks Liz. She nods at him and says, “We’ll be back in a little while, Max.” and she turns down the front walk. “Be careful.” Max tells Michael. Michael nods then turns to follow Liz. ~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** » Sun Apr 21, 2002 11:22 am

<img src=http://www.theunholytrinity.org/cracks_ ... laughA.gif ALT=":lol"> you loving part 14 as much as I am? Angel, this is FANTASTIC <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 ...

Post by **Angel13** » Sun Apr 21, 2002 11:49 am

What the...why does this keep posting more than once? Am I being repeato girl with the Add Reply button and not knowing it? *sigh* you can delete one of those. <img src=http://www.ezboard.com/intl/aenglish/im ... /smile.gif ALT=":)"> </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** » Sun Apr 21, 2002 5:42 pm

it's ok angel, we lubs ya and you know it <img src=http://www.ezboard.com/intl/aenglish/im ... /smile.gif ALT=":)"> <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** » Sun Apr 21, 2002 8:36 pm

This is so wonderful...I cannot wait to read more!

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