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Anonymous · Post by **Anonymous** » Mon Apr 29, 2002 10:08 pm

Okay... I haven't done a real fb in a while... someone slap my hand! <img src=http://www.ezboard.com/intl/aenglish/im ... s/wink.gif ALT=";)"> I've just caught up and all I can say is.... wow... and give a great  sigh - do we have a 'sigh-smiley'??? Maria's delivery... whoa! <img src=http://www.ezboard.com/intl/aenglish/im ... ns/eek.gif ALT=":eek"> - it was so interesting!!! I was especially impressed with how you covered any and all loose ends... like Jeff and Amy... and generally how things were done <img src=http://216.40.201.240/s/contrib/ruinkai/biggthumpup.gif ALT=":thumbsup"> - oh, and the idea of playing poker while in labor! <img src=http://www.theunholytrinity.org/cracks_ ... laughA.gif ALT=":lol"> Max and Liz getting caught in the pool - classic! I like the good moments... like the barbeque... after all these characters have been through, it's such a relief to be able to read about them just smiling and laughing and having fun. <img src=http://www.theunholytrinity.org/cracks_ ... iggrin.gif ALT=":grin"> And Liz finally let Max heal her! <img src=http://www.theunholytrinity.org/cracks_ ... xhello.gif ALT=":clap"> I loved both of they're reactions... and I like that Liz wants to act on Khivar herself... and I'm so glad that she feels free <img src=http://www.ezboard.com/intl/aenglish/im ... /smile.gif ALT=":)"> -Col.  edited - cause I just caught up on the last part: Ah.... is there anything better than going for a nice drive on a beautiful day? <img src=http://www.theunholytrinity.org/cracks_ ... iggrin.gif ALT=":grin"> and BRA-VO to you! Bringing up the whole Max-death thing... I'd almost forgot that his death was included in your timeline <img src=http://www.ezboard.com/intl/aenglish/im ... s/wink.gif ALT=";)"> but really, just your addressing it helped to clarify the whole thing... I still can't decide if I like Jaret or not... but I do like his sarcasm <img src=http://www.ezboard.com/intl/aenglish/im ... s/wink.gif ALT=";)"> I love how you explained Michael and Maria's connection... even if they don't understand it all themselves... and it is a really neat trick isn't it? wouldn't that be cool? <blockquote>Quote:<hr> “Yes, honey. You helped with all the panicking.” <hr></blockquote> <img src=http://www.theunholytrinity.org/cracks_ ... laughA.gif ALT=":lol"> <img src=http://www.theunholytrinity.org/cracks_ ... laughA.gif ALT=":lol"> <img src=http://www.theunholytrinity.org/cracks_ ... laughA.gif ALT=":lol"> and the end = <img src=http://www.data-techniques.net/cwm/cwm/3dlil/cry.gif ALT=":cry"> more please <img src=http://www.theunholytrinity.org/cracks_ ... iggrin.gif ALT=":grin"> <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: 4/29/02 9:43:51 pm

Post by **Angel13** » Tue Apr 30, 2002 10:47 am

You guys are great with the ego inflating. <img src=http://www.theunholytrinity.org/cracks_ ... laughA.gif ALT=":lol"> Part 31~  Wednesday, June 26, 2013 “I have to work tonight.” Liz tells Max as they sip coffee on the back patio early the next morning after he asks her if she wants to go out to dinner that night and maybe see a movie. Sighing, Max says, “Maybe you shouldn’t…for the next couple of nights. Until we’re sure you’re safe.” “It doesn’t matter where I am Max. When he comes, he comes.” She shrugs her shoulders. “What’s the difference? Besides, it won’t be this soon. He just called yesterday…we have until at least tomorrow night.” Before Max can say anything, they hear a loud knocking at the front door. Liz gets up and says, “That would be Jaret…I’ll get it.” She turns to walk back inside…Max watching her go…trying to think of any way to talk her out of going to work. He’s surprised when he sees Liz and Jaret walk outside…laughing. Looking at them quizzically, he doesn’t have to wait long for Jaret to make his presence known. “So, where are the rest of the troops?” Jaret asks him, still laughing with Liz. “I’ll go call Michael and Isabel.” Liz says before turning to go back inside. Jaret steps forward and sits down next to Max…looking at the pool. “Nice pool.” Max doesn’t say anything…just stares at Jaret with suspicion. “What’s the problem, Max? Liz and I aren’t allowed to laugh together? I  have known her for 10 years…about 7 years longer than you, I believe.” Jaret says. “Liz and I understand each other…better than you know.” “What’s that supposed to mean?” Max asks, irritated with his smugness. Jaret laughs, “Calm down. I just mean that she doesn’t take my shit. If I’m harsh with her, she knows it’s only because I’m worried about her. She’s probably the only human I would call ‘friend’. We know each other…we’ve been through a lot together.” He continues when Max is silent…leaning back in his chair and bringing his hands to the back of his head. “You know…she used to make me these awesome cookies. I’m gonna miss those.” He says with a wistful smile on his face. “And, she taught me how to dance… after she got me drunk one night.” He laughs, remembering how he stumbled all over the place. “She seems to trust you…I know all I need to know about you, and I don’t trust you.” “You don’t know anything about me…just the person I was in my past life.” Max says…instantly filled with jealousy…and anger. “I just hope her loyalty isn’t misplaced in you.” Jaret says. Liz walks back outside and looks from Jaret to Max…knowing they were talking about her. She takes a seat next to Max and says, “Michael and Isabel are on their way over.” “So, I was telling Liz that she looks good…you did a good job with the healing.” Jaret says to Max. “She never wanted me to heal them…said she didn’t trust me.” He says as he laughs. Max looks confused, so Liz explains. “Yah, well…I wanted to end up looking like me…not  your ideal woman.” She turns to Max. “Jaret has a preference for tall, red haired…well endowed women. He was just itching to give me a new look.” She laughs. “Besides…I just…I couldn’t let anyone heal me…again.” She looks down at her hands. Max smiles at her and grabs her hand. “So, I hear you got him drunk?” Liz groans and smiles. “Oh God…that was a mistake. He was shooting stars all over the place and making the lights glow like a dance club. I’m sure the neighbors thought we were crazy.” Jaret laughs and says, “Yah…well…at least I’m fun when I’m drunk. You’re just mean. Max, you wouldn’t  believe some of the stuff I had to hear spewing from her mouth. Did you know she cusses like a sailor?” They hear Michael and Isabel in the house and they get up to go inside…Max shaking his head at the stories Liz and Jaret are blurting out. Max walks back to his office and comes out carrying a box. “Wow. The AC Box…haven’t seen that for a while.” Liz hears Michael say. “What’s an AC Box?” Liz asks. “Alien Crisis Box. It has everything we need in case of emergency. Walkie talkies, the orbs, pendant, metal book, translation…you know…all  the stuff.” Isabel explains. As Max sets the box down, he and Michael start pulling out the walkie talkies and opening the battery compartments. Max goes to the kitchen and walks back in with numerous packages of new batteries and he and Michael start putting them in. Liz approaches and peeks in the box. She sees all the things Isabel ticked off, and she sees her old Crashdown uniform peeking out from the bottom. Reaching down, she pulls out the sealed bag that it’s encased in, looking at the old, dried blood and the hole in the front. She runs her hand over the plastic, thoughts of that day flashing through her head. That was the day her life began. “You kept this?” she turns to Max, remembering that it was one of the items that Michael took from Meta-Chem. Max had been watching her look at the dress, “We thought it would be a good idea to keep anything that could be traced back to us.” “Oh.” She says as she lays it back in the box. Some small pieces of amber rock catch her eye as she realizes that they’re the broken remains of the healing stones that she exploded out in the desert. Backing away from the box, she sits down on a nearby chair and stares into the fireplace. The dress just made it all real for her. If it wasn’t for her, they wouldn’t be pulling out their Alien Crisis Box…hell, they wouldn’t even  have an Alien Crisis Box. It’s all because of her. Getting shot, Max being tortured, screwing with the timeline, Khivar coming here…if it wasn’t for her, they would have all been able to live normal lives, no one ever knowing their secret. She wishes that the future Max would have gone back to the day of the shooting instead, and made sure that Max didn’t save her. Max watches the thoughts pass over Liz’s face. They might as well have been written there, he knows so clearly what she’s thinking about. But he doesn’t get a chance to say anything before Jaret walks over and sits next to him. “Whatcha got here?” he asks as he looks into the box. Rolling his eyes, Michael says, “Our stuff.” as he reaches for another package of batteries. “Such the wordsmith, Michael. Whatever would we do without your running commentary?” Jaret jokes. Michael glares at him and says, “Is there a reason you’re here? Other than to be annoying?” “Well, I guess I could leave…let you all die. No skin off my back.” Jaret says, starting to get up off the couch. “Enough!” Liz says to Jaret. “This isn’t helping.” He looks over at her, seemingly having a silent conversation with their eyes, and sits back down on the couch. Looking back at Max he says, “You’ve made the necessary arrangements?” “They’ll be here in a couple of hours.” Max tells him. Nodding, Jaret noses through the box, looking at its contents. “Wow. You have a virtual goldmine in here!” he exclaims. “I could make a fortune selling this stuff back home.” Picking up the metal destiny book, he looks at Max. “Can I just…take this? Man, you have no idea what this’ll bring me at auction. Oh! I bet I could sell it to a museum for a fortune!” He says as he pages through it. Rolling his eyes, Max says, “No.” and gets back to work with the batteries. Frowning and throwing the metal book back in the box, he pulls out the translation, leafing through it and says, “Good translation. You do it?” and looks up at Max. Not looking up, Max says, “No. Liz and Maria’s friend, Alex, did. Tess mindwarped him to get it, then she killed him.” Setting it back down in the box, Jaret sighs and says, “Oh…harsh. She was determined, I’ll give her that much.” And he looks up at Liz, who is back to staring into the fireplace…deep in thought. He never could understand her need to protect Max…her love for him. Admittedly, he doesn’t understand the emotion of love…but she deserves better than this. Better than Zan. “Oh, I did get some info from Khivar that you might find interesting.” Jaret says. Everyone looks up at him as he continues to rifle through the items in the box. “Jaret…” Liz prompts him. He looks up, holding an orb, examining it as he talks. “Oh…right. He told me about your visits to Liz once a year, Max. He was disappointed that they didn’t lead you to her sooner, because he actually had forgotten about it. His goal was to get you alone…away from Roswell. He never thought it would work…ultimately, he just thought it was funny…torturing you like that.” “He though it was funny…” Max stares at Jaret…his face getting red with anger. “May 14th…that was the date, right? That was when it happened?” Jaret looks up at Max. Max nods and Jaret continues. “And is that date  meaningful to you in some way?” he’s says, trying to prompt Max into thinking. “It’s the day we graduated.” Max says, looking over at Liz…furrowing his brow in regret. “It’s also the day we got the message from our mother, Max. It’s the day the orbs were activated.” Isabel jumps in. Nodding, Max remembers the day Liz left him for his destiny and went to Florida for the summer. “He…how do I put it… programmed Liz to pull you to her while she was sleeping on that night every year. Liz’s mind provided the date…he found out it meant something to the two of you. He used whatever residual powers she had from you…when you healed her. He was actually surprised that it stuck for so many years.” Jaret looks from Max to Liz. “I had no idea…he never told me.” “Thank you…for telling us.” Liz says. “Do you think it’ll stop? Or is it programmed to happen for the rest of my life?” “Your powers were supposed to fade with time, and then you wouldn’t be  able to do it anymore. I don’t know, Liz.” Jaret admits as he shrugs his shoulders. Liz turns her head to look back into the fireplace and Max thinks about how much those yearly visits consumed his life and it was just a joke to Khivar. Seeing Max look like he’s ready to explode, Michael says, “Hey, if it wasn’t for those visits, you wouldn’t have been able to track Liz down…right?” Max lifts his head and nods at Michael. “Right.” He looks over at Liz and he can tell she’s upset. She’s staring into the fireplace, wringing her hands together in her lap. “Well.” Jaret says as he stands up. “I need to make contact with the troops…make sure they’ll think I’m somewhere that’s not here for the next couple of days.” Stretching his hands over his head, he says, “We all on the same page?” Max looks up, “I think so. We’ll go out to the desert when Kyle and Jim get here.” Nodding, Jaret takes one last look at Liz and walks outside. As Michael and Isabel continue to put batteries into walkie talkies, Max gets up and kneels in front of Liz’s chair. “Liz.” He says as he puts a hand over hers, stilling their twisting. She looks down at him, then over to the box. “All that stuff over there, Max. Just think…if you wouldn’t have saved me that day in the Crashdown…the last 13 years would have been entirely different, for all of you. No FBI, no Tess, no Khivar. No one would know who you are.” She looks back at the fireplace. “It all started that day…you should have let me die then. That’s what was supposed to happen…” Glancing over at Michael and Isabel, Max knows they heard her…they look up at him, then quickly get back to work. No doubt thinking about all the times they told him that same thing when they were in High School. He looks back at Liz, and standing up, he grabs her hands and pulls her out of the chair…and leads her back to his office. Once he shuts his door, he puts his hands on both sides of her face and makes her look up at him. “You think I shouldn’t have saved you that day?” At her nod, he continues, “You don’t know that all of that wouldn’t have happened anyway, Liz. There are a million other ways the FBI could have found us…which would have led Nacedo and Tess to us. I think everyone would agree that I make bad decisions, Liz. And without you, I would have gotten everyone killed years ago. I almost did…when Tess left in the Granolith. Liz, you’ve saved our lives a hundred times over…and you’re feeling guilty over the  one time I saved yours?” “But Max, all of those things happened because you healed me.” Liz says. “I know…I know all about timelines, believe me. I just…I can’t help but think about the chain of events that started with that day in the Crashdown. It could have all been so much different…better…for all of you.” “What about you, Liz? Then you’d be dead…you have no idea what would have happened if you were dead. Hell, you have no idea how different our world would be right now if you had eaten waffles instead of eggs and bacon one morning 5 years ago.” Max paces across the room before turning back to her. “I won’t have you feeling guilty for something I did…something that I would do over and over again if I had to.” He walks back over to her. “Don’t start pointing out things we could have changed over the years, because I  guarantee my list is longer than yours.” Liz can’t help the laugh that escapes and she brings her hand to her mouth. “Well, you have me there.” Max stops and looks at her, taking a moment to realize that she’s laughing at him, and he quirks up one corner of his mouth. “I’m sorry, Max…” She can’t help but laugh again. She looks up at him, tears threatening to come from holding in her laughter before she lets it out, holding her stomach. “Max…you…I…I’m sorry…” she tries to say something but can’t get it out. Max laughs with her and grabs her arm, “You’re laughing at me! Aren’t you?” When he has her arm restrained, he brings his hands to her ribs, tickling them and making her laugh harder. She squirms, trying to get out of his reach and grabbing at his hand. “Max! Stop! I’m sorry!” she begs him as she tries to sink to the floor to get away from his tickling fingers. He sinks down with her and she pushes him back as she lands on top of him. Their laughter fades quickly as Max stops his assault on her. Their faces are inches apart and Max brings a hand up to tuck some hair behind her ear. “Fate stepped in that day, Liz…and brought you into my life. I wouldn’t change that for anything in the world.” She feels herself melt at his words as she looks into his eyes, then drags her gaze down to his mouth. Licking her lips, she slowly lowers her lips to his and hears a small groan come from the back of his throat as his hands make their way under her shirt and up her back. Flicking her tongue out to his lips, Max opens his mouth to grab it with his own and one of his hands moves to the back of her head, pulling it down closer to his as their lips smash together. He hears small sounds coming from Liz as she brings one of her legs over him so that she’s straddling him on the floor. When he feels her push herself down into his hips, he groans as he grinds up into her causing her mouth to break away from his in a breathy moan. Sitting up off the floor, he crushes her to him…wrapping his arms around her and burying his face in her neck. “Liz, we need to stop. I have to stop…now.” He moans into her neck…not able to stop his hands moving over the skin of her back. “Ok.” She breathes more than speaks as she grinds into him even harder. Gripping her hips, Max stops her movement and pushes her back. “Liz…as much as I want to rip your clothes off right here, Michael and Isabel are in the next room…and Kyle and Jim will be here any minute.” His mouth is positioned right next to her ear and he can’t help but snake his tongue out to flick at the sensitive skin there. Jerking back at the feel of his tongue, she grins evilly as she reaches a hand down to the front of his pants and squeezes. “You’re right…we should stop.” And she leans forward to lick his neck at the base of his throat. Max lets his head fall back as he grabs her hand, pulling it away. “Ok…I deserved that.” Liz smiles as she stands up and smoothes her clothes. “Yes, you did.” She walks toward the door and turns to look back at him on the floor. “Are you coming?” she asks in a breathy voice, then smirks at him before opening the door and walking out. Max groans and lays back on the floor, kicking the door shut with his foot. At 2:00, they all make their way out to the desert to a lonely stretch of 285. Max, Liz, Michael and Jaret ride in Max’s SUV. Kyle, Jim, and Isabel ride with Jim in his police cruiser. Pulling over to the side of the road, they all pile out. Spreading a diagram out on the ground and holding it down with rocks, Max stands over it and addresses everyone. “Ok, Kyle. You have access to what we talked about?” At Kyle’s nod, he continues, “Good. You’ll be positioned here…about 3 miles down.” Pointing to the diagram with a twig. “Michael, you and Isabel will be with me in town.” Looking at Jaret and Liz, he asks, “You know where you’ll be, right?” They both nod and Jim says, “Why don’t we do a couple run-throughs…make sure we all know what we’re doing?” Max looks over at Liz, then back to Jim, “Alright. Let’s go.”  5 hours later Leaning against a large boulder, Liz watches as the sky turns from blue, to orange and pink and red, then fades to purple. Thin clouds make their way across the sky and she tries to make out shapes in them, like she used to do when she was little. Looking down, her gaze stretches across the desert floor…seeing the tumbleweeds roll across the rock and sand. She wonders briefly what this place was like when people first settled here. It had to be a hard life…the heat of the day, the cold of the night. All the rocks and no rich soil to plant crops in. She gets a chill when the sun sets completely and the sky starts to darken. Standing up, she stretches her limbs and picks up her bottle of water. The others are all gathered around one of the cars and she watches as a large bird circles them overhead and squawks. They don’t really need her here. Because if things go as planned, the day after tomorrow, that bird will most likely be circling over her dead body on the side of the road. ~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 30, 2002 11:05 am

What <img src=http://www.ezboard.com/intl/aenglish/im ... ns/eek.gif ALT=":eek"> ...don't you dare stop there! <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 30, 2002 12:20 pm

I think I have a headache from the brickwall you thru up there. WHAM! Good job. Tricky, but good. One question, where's 'ria and the kids?

Post by **Angel13** » Tue Apr 30, 2002 3:35 pm

Maria and the kids are at home...or with Amy. Michael wants her to stay away from whatever's going on. You get an extra part today. <img src=http://www.ezboard.com/intl/aenglish/im ... s/wink.gif ALT=";)"> Part 32~ Some R-rated nookie.  Wednesday, June 26, 2013 10pm Chili’s is crowded and Liz is busy working at filling drink orders with two other bartenders working with her. Max is sitting at the end of the bar, insisting on not leaving her alone. He doesn’t trust Jaret to tell them truth concerning when Khivar will show up and he doesn’t want Liz being by herself. She glances over at him and frowns. He’s sipping his third Cherry Coke and looking down at the bar in front of him. He’s worried and on edge about what will happen…she can see the tension in his face. It’s so sweet that he wants to sit here while she works…that he wants to protect her. But they both know that it wouldn’t really matter. If Khivar came tonight, neither one of them could do anything about it. She insisted on going to work…over Max and Michael’s protests. But she’s not about to sit cooped up in a house…waiting. She did that for years before she realized that it just didn’t matter. Max looks up and sees Liz watching him. He becomes alarmed for a moment, looking around but when his gaze falls back to Liz, he sees her smiling at him…reassuring him. He relaxes and watches as she gets back to work. He watches her talk to one of the waitresses and turn to fill two glasses of beer and bring them back to the waitress waiting at the counter. She shouldn’t have to work here…she shouldn’t be mixing drinks for laughing people sitting around a bar who might throw a few coins down for a tip when they leave. She’s better than this…she deserves so much more than this. As he watches her, he can’t help the reaction his body has. After this afternoon in his office, he found it more and more difficult to look at her the rest of the day without seeing the image of her leaving his office and asking if he’s coming. He shifts in his seat uncomfortably as he watches her swing her hips and stop at the bar opposite him and bend over to hear a customer’s order. He looks at her backside and in between her legs…imagining his hand… She whips around and looks at him…her face flushed…and runs into the back. “Oops.” He thinks as he sips his Cherry Coke. Maybe he should move to a booth. After all the customers have left, Max sits at the bar next to Liz as she counts out her tips and divides everyone’s share. She turns to him and smiles. “$220…one step closer to independent mobility.” Getting up, she calls out a goodbye to everyone and they walk out toward Max’s car. “Max, I’m sorry it’s so late. You didn’t have to stay the whole time.” Liz says on the ride back to Max’s house. “I wanted to.” He tells her. “You can never have too many chili fries.” He smiles. “ And you get the added bonus of smelling me all the way home.” Liz smiles back at him before her eyes open wide when she realizes what she said. “I mean…smell the chili fries…on me.” she says quickly and her head falls back on the seat when Max’s desire washes over her. “Oh God.” She swallows. She’d been feeling it all night as she worked, but it in full force right now. Max pulls quickly into his driveway, wheels screeching and turns off the car. He practically throws himself out of the car and darts to the front door…taking deep breaths as he unlocks it. Liz follows him in the house and turns to lock the door as Max walks quickly up the stairs and into his room. She walks in the kitchen and grabs a bottle of water out of the fridge, leaning on the counter as she gulps down half of it. She closes her eyes and tries to calm her body down by taking deep breaths. The only thing she wants to do right now is run upstairs and throw Max down and have her way with him. But she doesn’t want to be controlled by this…whatever it is. At least it’s easier for her than Max…he’s probably upstairs trying to decide between a cold shower and taking care of it himself. Smiling, she decides she’ll make the decision easier for him. She yells up the stairs, “Max…I’m going for a swim.” She walks outside and turns on the radio on the patio and carrying her bottle of water, she walks around the pool aimlessly, sticking a foot in to test the water. She brings the bottle up to her neck and presses it there, the cold water feeling good against her warm skin. Glancing up at Max’s window, she sees him watching her and she smiles at him. The only light in the back yard is coming from the pool…casting an eerie blue light up at her. When she reaches the far side of the pool, she bends down to set her bottle of water on the ground. She stands up and looks once more to make sure Max is still watching. Keeping her eyes on his, she slowly raises her shirt up over her head and throws it in the grass before reaching down and unzipping her shorts. She lets them fall to the ground at her feet…wiggling her hips as they drop. Reaching around her back, she unfastens her bra and throws it to the side with everything else. She closes her eyes and reaches up to let her hair down from its ponytail. Shaking her hair out, she opens her eyes to look at Max and smiles…seeing one hand braced against the window and the other moving, out of her sight. Good…her goal accomplished, she reaches down and pulls her underwear down her legs and kicks them to the side. She looks at Max one more time…running one hand slowly down the front of her body…and dives in the water. She doesn’t know how long she swims laps…but at some point, she feels the tension leave her body and she relaxes…continuing with her laps. When she’s done, she swims the length of the pool underwater and surfaces by the steps. Looking up, she’s surprised to see Max standing there…waiting with a towel and her bottle of water. She smiles and says, “My very own pool boy.” Walking up the steps, Max wraps the towel around her…drying her and hands her another one for her hair. She accepts it gratefully and grabs the bottle of water, taking a swig of it. “Whew! That felt good.” she says as she heads toward the house. Max follows her in, smiling, and says, “Yes…it did.” She grins and turns her head to the side to look at him over her shoulder before walking upstairs. Max throws the clothes he picked up from around the pool onto her bed as he turns to walk across the hall. He hears her call from across the hall, “I’m taking a shower…are you going to bed?” “I’ll be up.” He answers back as he climbs into bed and picks up a book. Listening to her move around the bathroom, he hears the water turn on and smiles…wishing he could be in there with her. After what she said the other morning, about not knowing if she was ready for that kind of relationship with him, he decided to wait for her to let him know when she’s ready. And he wasn’t going to let it happen again when they were being overwhelmed by his hormones. Turning his attention back to his book, he doesn’t notice 20 minutes later when she’s standing in his doorway. “Max?” he hears and looks up at her. He smiles when he sees she’s wearing his favorite pajamas…they consist of purple pants and a button down, short sleeved top with frogs all over them. When she sees him look up, she continues, “Do you want me to sleep in here tonight?” He just looks at her without responding, raising his eyebrows, and she laughs and rolls her eyes at him before turning to go across the hall and turn off her bedroom light. She walks back into his room and climbs under the covers with him as he closes his book and puts it on the nightstand. “You can keep reading, I don’t mind.” She looks up at him. “Liz, it’s 3 in the morning…I think I’m ready for sleep.” He smiles at her as he turns the light off and feels her snuggle in close to him and he wraps his arms around her. He leans down to kiss her lightly on the mouth and says, “I Love you, Liz…good night.” She throws a leg over one of his and places a hand on his chest and says, “Good night, Max.” and she kisses him on his shoulder before resting her head there. Sometime in the middle of the night, Max wakes up when he hears Liz talking. He opens his eyes to the darkness and hears Liz’s muffled voice next to him. Turning his head, he sees Liz lying on her stomach, her face turned toward him with a little bit of drool falling out of her mouth onto her pillow. He smiles and reaches over to wipe the drool off her mouth and she moans his name, pressing her pelvis into the mattress. He freezes and pulls his hand back slowly, not wanting to wake her. She’s kicked all the covers off and has one knee bent to the side and one arm under her chest. On closer inspection, Max sees that her hand is under her shirt and lying under her breast. He watches as she moves her hips into the bed and moans in frustration before she says something about chocolate cake sitting out too long. He chuckles to himself as he leans on one elbow, resting his head on his hand. Her face is flushed and he watches her eyes moving behind her eyelids…dreaming about, apparently, sex and chocolate cake. Slowly he moves his hand to her leg, letting it hover over the back over her thigh without touching her. He moves it up to between her legs and pauses there, looking back up to her face…making sure he doesn’t wake her up. Using his powers, he sends a low pulse of energy toward her and he watches, fascinated, as she grinds her hips down and groans loudly from her throat. He watches her hips jerk a couple of times before she lets out a sigh and relaxes…a small smile on her face. Bringing his hand back up to his side, he watches her face…afraid that he woke her up. But he smiles when he hears her moan and say, “Mmmm…carrot cake.” He leans down and pulls the covers back over her and lays back down on his side, drifting off to sleep with a smile on his face. ~TBC~ Part 33~  Thursday, June 27, 2013 Liz wakes up slowly and opens her eyes to see the sun shining brightly in through the window. She looks over and sees that Max is still asleep. Leaning over, she sees that it’s 9am and she snuggles deeper into the covers, closer to the heat of Max’s body. She watches as he smiles and says, “Hey.” Without opening his eyes. “Hey.” She says back. “you asleep?” “Yes.” He answers. She smiles at him and says, “It’s 9 o’clock. When’s Michael coming over?” “10:30.” She continues to watch him and after a couple of minutes she says, “You still asleep?” He laughs and opens his eyes. “No. Someone wouldn’t let me sleep last night.” Her eyes open wide and she says, “What did I do?” “Just talking in your sleep…and some drooling.” He grins at her. “Oh my God…what did I say?” she asks, horrified. He leans on his back and folds his hands behind his head. “An ‘Oh, yes Max!’ and some ‘Don’t stop, Max!’” he says in a high, breathy voice…grinning at the ceiling. Liz’s mouth drops open before she covers it with her hand. But when he looks over at her she narrows her eyes and smacks him on the arm. “Shut up…I did not!” She jumps on him, attacking him with her hands, tickling him. “I did not say that…you are  so lying!” she laughs. He laughs and tries to fend off her attack before finally saying, “Ok…ok…you didn’t!” She jumps off of him and sits next to him. Laughing she says, “You’re such a jerk.” “Yah, well…you like me anyway, right?” he smiles at her. She smiles and rolls her eyes before lying back down next to him. “Liz?” Max says as she looks over at him. “I was thinking…maybe we should start…you know, moving some of your stuff out of the garage. In here?” She just looks at him for a few moments and asks, “You mean, like, move in here…with you?” He stutters for a minute, “Well, yah…if you want…I mean…um…unless you…” he suddenly realized that she might not want to move in with him. “I was just…thinking…that you could stay here. Permanently.” She smiles at his floundering and decides to play with him. “Oh, well…I though that maybe I should move in with my parents for a while. Stay in my old room and look for an apartment.” She glances at him from the corner of her eye. “What do you think?” He’s frozen…she can’t leave. What will he do if she leaves? “Um…well, sure…if that’s what you want.” He looks down at the covers, picking imaginary lint off of them. Then he looks off to the side, thinking about being by himself again. He’d gotten so used to her being here…his heart sinks as he thinks about not seeing her when he wakes up in the morning. She smiles at the little boy look on his face and rolls over on top of him, saying, “Max…I’m kidding. I want to stay…if you want me here.” He looks up into her face, shocked. Then a smile lights it up as he pulls her down for a kiss. “Yes…I want you to stay.” He rolls them over so he’s on top of her…trapping her hands above her head on the bed. “You’re gonna pay for that.” She looks up at him, biting her lip, and wraps her legs around his waist, raising her hips up to his. “I’m counting on it.” He groans and rolls to her side. “No….no, we really have to get up. Michael will be here soon. No teasing today, Miss Parker.” She pretends to pout as she gets up off the bed and sighs. “Ok…party pooper.” And she turns to walk out of his room across the hall to her own…taking her pillow with her. “Liz?” he calls to her before she makes it all the way across the hall. She peeks her head back in and looks at him. “I was thinking…maybe we should make some cake today? Chocolate…maybe carrot? What do you think?” he asks her with a grin on his face…trying to hold back his laughter. Her face flushes and her eyes pop open as she stares at him…his words taking a few moments to totally sink in. “You…” she her eyes at him and walk toward him, raising her pillow. “…I can’t  believe you!” she chucks the pillow at him as he laughs and runs into his bathroom, shutting the door right before the pillow hits it. She smiles and walks back to her bedroom, mortified that he knew what she was dreaming about. After Max gets dressed, he walks over to Liz’s room and peeks in. He sees her in the bathroom and he peeks his head around the corner to look at her. She’s standing in front of the mirror in her underwear, tracing the path that the scar used to run down her chest and stomach. She leans forward, close to the mirror, and tilts her head to the side looking at her neck. Then she stands back and looks at her arms closely…running her hand across the smooth skin. She looks back up into the mirror and whispers, “Wow.” before leaning back in to look at her neck. Max backs away from the door, not wanting to disturb her…and not wanting her to catch him watching her. He smiles as he makes his way downstairs and makes it to the living room just in time to hear a knocking at the door. Opening the door, he expects to see Michael but instead sees Jaret. “Jaret.” He says as he opens the door wider for him to enter. “Max.” Jaret says in reply. “Where’s Liz?” he asks, looking around as he walks in. “Upstairs, getting dressed.” Max tells him as he shuts the door. Nodding, Jaret sits on the couch and crosses his ankle over his knee and raises his arms across the back of the couch. “So, I’m all yours for the next two days. Everyone thinks I’m in Dallas.” Max walks into the kitchen and starts the coffee maker before walking back in the living room. He sits down in a chair and just looks at Jaret. “What?” Jaret asks, looking down at his shirt. “Do I have something on me?” Max continues to look at him. “I’m just trying to figure you out. I’m trying to figure out what’s in this for you…why help us?” Jaret nods his head in understanding. “Ah…I see. Well…I guess there’s  nothing in it for me. How’s that for a vague answer?” He looks over at Max. “I guess I want to make sure Liz is safe. I made a promise to her once…and I intend to keep it.” “I hope you can.” Max says, not taking his eyes off of him. “I will.” Jaret responds confidently. They both look over as Liz walks downstairs. “Oh.” She says, surprised. “I didn’t know you were here, Jaret.” He winks at her. “I’m very sneaky that way.” She laughs and rolls her eyes as she walks into the kitchen. Walking back into the living room with two cups of coffee, she hands one to Max and sits on the arm of the chair he’s sitting in. “You want anything?” She asks Jaret. “Nope. I’m good.” He tells her just as they hear a knocking right before Michael walks in. “Well, make yourself at home, Guerin.” Jaret says. Michael shoots a look at Jaret before looking at Max. “I got a car. I took the keys to the Crashdown before I came over.” He looks at Liz. “They’re behind the cash register.” She nods and tells him there’s coffee in the kitchen. “How’s Maria?” “Sleeping when I left.” He yells from the kitchen. “Grace and Alex are staying with her Mom.” Jaret looks at Liz. “She had the baby?” When she nods, he asks, “Anything strange happen?” “No.” Michael says as he walks into the living room and shoots another look at Jaret before sitting down. Throwing his hands up, Jaret says, “Ok, ok…just curious.” He leans forward and says to Max, “By my calculations, we should initiate the plan beginning tomorrow morning…first thing.” “You don’t think he’ll be here before then?” Max asks. Shaking his head, Jaret says, “No…It’ll take at least that much time for him to get a body. I don’t even think he’ll be here by morning, but we should be ready.” Nodding, Max says, “I think we should go through everything at least once more today…make sure everything is timed right.” Jaret stands up and says, “Liz, can I talk to you for a minute?” He looks around. “Outside?” She nods and stands up, looking at Max before she walks out back with Jaret. “I don’t trust him.” Michael says, taking a sip of his coffee. Max looks from the kitchen where Liz and Jaret just disappeared, then back to Michael. “You trust him with her?” Michael asks, nodding his head toward the back yard. “Not really…but I can’t tell her who she can and can’t talk to.” Max answers with a scowl on his face. “Kyle and Valenti are at work today, but they’ll be ready tomorrow.” “We’ll be ready.” Michael says, watching Max get up and look toward the back yard again. “We better be.” Max says as he walks into the kitchen, Michael behind him. Max glances out the window above the sink, not wanting Liz to think he’s spying on her and leans back against the counter. “How’d you get the car?” he asks Michael…who is looking directly out the window, not trying to hide the fact that  he’s spying on them. “A friend.” He says cryptically. Max raises his eyebrows at him and Michael sighs, rolling his eyes. “Ok, I stole it from the impound lot and changed the color and plates.” “Good, then it’ll be a couple of days before they notice it’s gone.” Max says, glancing back out the window. Michael looks at Max in surprise…he was expecting a lecture about stealing cars…not praise. He sees Max’s back stiffen and they hear Jaret’s voice raising from the back yard. “…don’t know what you’re doing, Liz!” Michael doesn’t wait to hear any more and before he waits for Max to do something, he turns and rips the back door open and stalks outside. “Hey!” he yells at Jaret. Max follows behind him. Liz and Jaret look over, surprised, and Jaret says, “What?” Liz looks from Michael to Max, wiping her eyes and says, “It’s ok…” “Leave her alone.” Michael says, advancing on Jaret. “Or what?” Jaret stands his ground, glaring at Michael. Liz stands between Jaret and Michael and says, “Guys…stop it. I’m fine. Michael, we were just talking…I’m fine.” She looks at Max for support but he’s staring at Jaret, his jaw clenched in anger. “Didn’t sound like talking.” Michael says, not taking his eyes off Jaret. “Back off over protective guy.” Jaret says to Michael. “What Liz and I talk about is none of your business.” Liz walks over to Michael and says, “Michael, please…I’m fine.” She looks up at him pleading with her eyes. She grabs his arm and leads him back in the house. “Come on…leave him alone…really, it’s nothing we haven’t discussed before.” Max stays outside, looking at Jaret. “What were you yelling at her about?” Jaret looks impatient as he says, “Liz and I have…differing opinions…regarding…you.” Max eyes him for a few moments before turning to go back in the house, leaving Jaret on the back patio. Rolling his eyes, he follows Max into the house…muttering under his breath about emotional hybrids. Later that evening, after Jaret has left, and they’ve eaten a quick dinner of sandwiches and chips, Michael gets up and says, “Well, I better get home. Maria probably needs some help.” Getting up and walking to the door, he turns to Max and says, “You’ll call…if anything…” “Yah…we’ll call.” Max says. Before leaving, Michael turns back to Liz…looking at her for a few moments as she gives him a meaningful look. Smiling, she tells him, “Remember what we talked about Michael…when I first came back.” And she nods, indicating that she knows he’ll do what he has to. He looks at her and nods once, pausing. He thinks to himself, “After everything, all she’s thinking about is Max’s safety.” Glancing once at Max, then back to Liz, he turns and walks toward his car. “What was that about?” Max asks Liz as he shuts the door behind him. “Just a talk we had about Maria once.” Liz says as she walks into the living room. Max follows her and grabs her hand before she reaches the stairs. “Liz…what was that about…earlier, with Jaret? What were you two talking about?” She turns to look at him and sighs. “Max. Jaret…he…he doesn’t like you very much.” “And.” Max says. “And…he doesn’t think I should be here…with you…staying with you. He thinks you’re gonna end up hurting me…again.” She looks down at the floor. Max drops her hand and looks at her down turned face. “You told him…about me…about us? From before?” She shakes her head. “No…I mean, yes…kind of. He knew…Khivar told him everything and then…over the years, he asked me about you.” She looks up at him. “He was the only person I had to talk to for so long, of course we talked about you. I just didn’t know…about Tess…and what she had really done.” Max looks down at the floor sadly before turning to walk into the living room and sitting down. Liz follows him and starts to say, “Max…I’m sorry…” He holds his hand up and says, “Don’t…apologize. Please.” He looks at the fireplace and says, “Maybe he’s right. Maybe all I’ll do is hurt you…I haven’t had a very good track record.” Walking toward him, Liz says, “Max, no. That’s not true. Jaret doesn’t know you…he doesn’t know us.” She sits down next to him and continues. “Jaret and I have always had this disagreement. He never understood us…our connection. He never understood how I could love you.” “I don’t either, Liz. I honestly don’t understand how you can love me after…everything…everything you’ve gone through because of me. I love you…more than anything. But I can’t help but think that my loving you will bring you nothing but pain.” He lowers his head to his hands and stares at the floor. “Max…” Liz slides to the floor and grabs his hands, making him look at her. “I love you…do you hear me? You’re not the only one in this…I’m here, too. And I love you, I’ve always loved you. Please don’t do this. Don’t push me away because you feel guilty. We’re both guilty, Max…of a lot of things. Look at me.” He looks at her face, tears filling his eyes. She brings a hand up to his cheek and she says, “I’m not going anywhere. I’m staying…with you. Because I love you. We should talk…about what you saw. About what happened. That’s what this is about, isn’t it? It’s just gonna eat you up inside and I can’t stand it. I can’t stand that when you look at me, you’re consumed with guilt.” “Liz…I don’t want to make you talk about it…to live through it again.” He shakes his head. “I’ve lived with it for 10 years, Max. You’ve known for 2 days. I can talk about it just fine. You’re the one that needs to talk about it.” He chokes a sob out and says, “I can’t even think about it. I just keep pushing it all back, I can’t…God, Liz…I should have been there. I should have known!” Liz kneels up and wraps her arms around him, holding his head to her shoulder. “We’re here…together now, Max. That’s all that’s really important, right?” She stands up and pulls him up with her and toward the stairs. Holding his hand, she leads him upstairs to his bedroom. Turning to him, she wipes the tears from his face and leans up to softly kiss his lips before she brings her hands down to unbutton his shirt and push it back off his shoulders. She runs her hands along his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin and lowers her hands to the hem of her own shirt. She pulls it up over head and throws it to the floor before throwing her bra after it. Max brings his hands to her sides and slowly raises them as she unfastens his pants and lets them drop to the floor. She does the same with her shorts and underwear before walking to the bed and lying back on it, propping herself up on her elbows as Max follows her down. They make love for most of the night…bringing their souls together over and over until they collapse in exhaustion. The next day will be long, but it also might be their last. Tonight is for them…to come together and lose themselves in each other. ~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 30, 2002 4:08 pm

<blockquote>Quote:<hr> “My very own pool boy.” <hr></blockquote> um...isn't that cabana boy <img src=http://www.theunholytrinity.org/cracks_ ... laughA.gif ALT=":lol"> <img src=http://www.theunholytrinity.org/cracks_ ... laughA.gif ALT=":lol"> <img src=http://www.theunholytrinity.org/cracks_ ... laughA.gif ALT=":lol"> Angel..this is SSSSSSSSSSSSSSOOOOOOOOOOOOoo great and thanks for the extra part. I love it! <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** » Tue Apr 30, 2002 6:23 pm

Great as usual. Thanks for the bonus part! <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** » Tue Apr 30, 2002 10:35 pm

Hmmm, chocolate cake and naughtiness... a perfect remedy for that headache.thanks.

Anonymous · Post by **Anonymous** » Tue Apr 30, 2002 10:37 pm

I was out of the office on business all day. What a wonderful treat to come home to. Three parts, and so wonderfully written. Thank you so much!

Post by **Angel13** » Wed May 01, 2002 10:03 am

Part 34~  Thursday, June 28, 2013 9am This is it. This is where it all comes to a head. Sitting in front of the Crashdown, Liz looks out the side window of the silent car…binoculars in hand, searching for anyone that could be Khivar. She’ll know him…no matter what body he has, she’ll know his movements, his walk. Setting the binoculars down in her lap, she looks at the front of the Crashdown and slowly down the sidewalk to the old office space that used to house Congresswoman Whitaker’s office and her file cabinets full of secrets. So many secrets. Before she found out about Max and Michael and Isabel, she had no concept of the depth that secrets could run. And how many people had them. She was so naïve…so innocent. Her world used to be so black and white. People were either bad or good…no in between. She learned all too soon that people lied…even good people…for reasons you might never find out. Sighing, she looks at Max. She smiles as she remembers last night…how wonderful it was to her. They were both carefree, alive…probably for the first time in 10 years. But as she looks out the side window again, she knows that chances are, it’ll be their last wonderful night together. After a few hours of staking out the main street of Roswell in front of the Crashdown, the sun is beating down bringing the afternoon heat and Liz sees a car moving down the street, into a parking space a few storefronts down from the Crashdown. Raising her binoculars, she watches a man get out of the car and turn to look at his surroundings. Watching as he straightens his shirt, closes the car door, and walks up to the sidewalk, Liz picks up her walkie talkie and says, “It’s him. Dark shirt, jeans, dark hair. Just got out of a Honda.” Continuing to watch him stand by his car, she hears an answer over her walkie talkie, “Ok, We’re moving.” Stretching in the early afternoon sun, Khivar inspects the people milling about in front of the Crashdown. If Jaret is right and Liz is in Roswell, this is where she’d be…he knows it. Smiling, he leans on the hood of his car, watching people walk down the sidewalk…some pushing strollers, some carrying briefcases, some holding hands with someone else. “God I hate this place.” He mutters to himself. “Too dusty.” Suddenly, he sees a black SUV pull up in front of the Crashdown, not 6 cars down from him. The passenger door opens and he sees her…Liz. She’s laughing and she leans in to say something before bounding up the sidewalk to the Crashdown. Looking back at the SUV, he sees through the open windows that the king is sitting in the driver’s seat. Well, if this isn’t his lucky day…he has perfect timing. Then he looks in the backseat and sees Vilondra, laughing. Ok, maybe not so lucky, he thinks again. Before he gets a chance to move, he sees Liz come bouncing out of the Crashdown again, waving something in front of her to the occupants of the SUV…keys. She’s smiling. He cocks his head…he’s suddenly aware that he’s never seen her smile. He watches as she runs around the other side of the SUV and hops in another car’s driver’s seat. She starts it up, and he sees that it’s a convertible as the top lowers down. Looking over at Max, he watches as she smiles big at him and says, “Follow me!” and backs out of the space. The SUV pulls out and onto the street behind the convertible. Getting into his car, Khivar makes his way down the street, following the two cars out of town. Good. The fewer people around the better. As soon as Liz is alone, he’ll make his move to dispose of her. If Vilondra wasn’t with them, he’d just get rid of them all. Too bad. Looking into his rearview mirror, Max picks up his walkie talkie, “We got him. 30 minutes, be ready.” As the caravan makes its way out of town, Khivar watches as the two cars seem to play with each other on the highway. Liz would slow down and make Max pass her, then Max would do the same. They would drive side by side shouting at each other over the wind and laughing. Khivar watches as Liz’s hair flies around in the open air and he thinks she looks beautiful…and so happy. This confuses him. How that loser of a so-called ‘king’ could make anyone that happy is beyond him. He follows them at a safe distance to avoid them noticing him. Just as he’s wondering how far these idiots plan on driving, he sees a large truck topping a hill in front of them…another small one behind it. He looks at the two cars in front of him and sees that Liz is currently in the wrong lane, driving next to the SUV. She’s obviously not paying attention…her head is turned toward the window of the SUV, laughing and throwing her head back. Khivar honks his horn, trying to get their attention and he sees them both turn their heads to look back at him, confused…and irritated…at his interruption of their playing, no doubt. He waves his arm, trying to get them to look forward, but it’s too late. Liz looks forward, just as the truck bears down on her, slamming on its breaks, but the bulk of it carries it forward, slamming into Liz’s car. The convertible flies up and smashes into the window of the truck, then bounces to the side, flipping over repeatedly in the road before coming to a rest in the ditch. He slams on his breaks, as does the SUV, and he watches the sliding truck and the twist of metal…he hears the crunching sound of glass breaking and he slowly pulls his car over to the side of the road. The truck has come to a stop, steam rising out of the vents in the front. Watching as Max frantically gets out of the SUV and looks over the road, Khivar remains in his car for a moment before getting out. He sees Max run up and kneel by the side of the road, about 100 yards from where the twisted convertible lays upside down. Vilondra and Rath…or is it Michael now?…jump out of the SUV and run toward Max as Khivar makes his way slowly toward the group that’s forming on the side of the road. The driver of the truck is climbing out of the cab and running over…yelling something about how they were on the wrong side of the road…he didn’t see them until it was too late or some such thing. As he approaches, he sees Max bent over the broken and bloody body of Liz Parker. He is busily trying to heal her, but Khivar can tell from here that it’s too late for that. As he approaches, he can hear Vilondra crying and saying Max’s name defeatedly. He watches as Max sinks back, sitting on the ground holding his head in his hands. Well…this sucks. He came all this way to kill her and she goes and does it for him. What a waste of time this turned out to be. Pissed, he walks over to the small group huddled on the side of the road and looks down at her body. Liz, Liz, Liz…you stupid girl. Looking up he notices flashing lights behind the truck. It was a police officer behind the truck that he saw. He sees a man leaning on the door, with some communication device in his hands. Probably calling for more policemen and an ambulance. Won’t be needing an ambulance, buddy. You’ll be needing a body bag. “Did you see?” his thoughts are interrupted by the frantic truck driver. “Did you see her driving in the wrong lane?” He speaks up, loudly, enjoying the voice that comes with this body, “Yes. Yes I did. I tried to warn them, but it was too late.” And he shrugs his shoulders, looking over at the three people standing next to him. The three people he wants dead more than anything. And that…that  bitch is looking at him. “You were the one honking?” Vilondra asks him. If only she knew who I was, he thinks. But instead, says, “Yes.” She has tears all over her face, reminding him of the last time he saw her on Antar. She was crying for different reasons then, but crying none the less. He looks down at Max, who is crumpled over Liz’s broken body, sobbing…interspersed with screaming. What a fool. He takes a last look at Liz Parker’s unseeing eyes staring up at the sky…unseeing because her head is torn almost completely off of her body…and he shakes his head as he turns to go back to his car. Nope, your majesty, you won’t be healing  that anytime soon. He’s feeling odd…almost sad. “Hey! You can’t leave! You have to be a witness!” the truck driver yells after him. “Sorry, I can’t stay.” He yells back and gets in his car. He looks at the scene in front of him for another moment. “Stupid bitch.” He thinks. This could have been more enjoyable, for both of them, if he had been able to kill her himself. And he puts his car in gear, turning around and driving down the highway…away from King Zan and his merry band of idiots. ~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: 5/1/02 9:04:18 am

Post by **majiklmoon** » Wed May 01, 2002 10:10 am

<img src=http://www.theunholytrinity.org/cracks_ ... m/eek2.gif ALT=":jawdrop"> what...don't stop....come back Angel please! <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** » Wed May 01, 2002 10:22 am

WHAT the hell was that? <img src=http://www.theunholytrinity.org/cracks_ ... m/eek2.gif ALT=":jawdrop"> <img src=http://www.theunholytrinity.org/cracks_ ... m/eek2.gif ALT=":jawdrop"> <img src=http://www.theunholytrinity.org/cracks_ ... m/eek2.gif ALT=":jawdrop"> Angel you better come back and explain!!!!  tapping foot impatiently <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** » Wed May 01, 2002 12:13 pm

Okay, just because I'm trying to keep up with your posting, doesn't mean I want you to post any slower <img src=http://www.ezboard.com/intl/aenglish/im ... s/wink.gif ALT=";)"> But here's my fb so far:  Part 31- I'm so intrigued by Liz's.... I guess you could call "non-chalant" attitude towards the news of Khivar on his way... "When he comes, he comes..." I for one forgot that Liz has been dealing with him for 10 years now... and I guess she knows what to expect, as sad as that seems. <img src=http://www.ezboard.com/intl/aenglish/im ... /frown.gif ALT=":("> You're not making my decision on Jaret any easier with each part, ya know <img src=http://www.theunholytrinity.org/cracks_ ... laughA.gif ALT=":lol"> <img src=http://www.ezboard.com/intl/aenglish/im ... s/wink.gif ALT=";)"> - The jury's still out on him... even though Liz trusts him, and they have some funny stories between them, I still dunno... "Alien Crisis Box" = <img src=http://www.theunholytrinity.org/cracks_ ... laughA.gif ALT=":lol"> - where can I get one of those? <img src=http://www.ezboard.com/intl/aenglish/im ... s/wink.gif ALT=";)"> Jaret was giving the contents of that box the same look that Indiana Jones gave the Holy Grail! <img src=http://www.theunholytrinity.org/cracks_ ... laughA.gif ALT=":lol"> <blockquote>Quote:<hr> Max: “Don’t start pointing out things we could have changed over the years, because I guarantee my list is longer than yours.”<hr></blockquote> AMEN, Brother!!! <img src=http://www.theunholytrinity.org/cracks_ ... xhello.gif ALT=":clap"> Thank you for addressing this! I now feel that Max has redeemed himself... whew! Hmmm... I wonder what they're plan is??? Can't wait to find out <img src=http://www.ezboard.com/intl/aenglish/im ... s/wink.gif ALT=";)"> But what's this about Liz resigning herself to  death?!?!?!? <img src=http://www.ezboard.com/intl/aenglish/im ... ns/eek.gif ALT=":eek">  Part 32- <blockquote>Quote:<hr> Liz to Max: “My very own pool boy.”<hr></blockquote> I don't think I need to tell you how much I laughed at this line... what a great "castle" reference! <img src=http://www.theunholytrinity.org/cracks_ ... laughA.gif ALT=":lol"> <img src=http://www.theunholytrinity.org/cracks_ ... laughA.gif ALT=":lol"> Hmmm... Liz has some pretty bizarre dreams... if she's mixing up sex with chocolate cake! <img src=http://www.theunholytrinity.org/cracks_ ... laughA.gif ALT=":lol">  Part 33- Yay! Liz wants to stay with Max! :heart <blockquote>Quote:<hr> Jaret to Max: “I guess I want to make sure Liz is safe. I made a promise to her once…and I intend to keep it.”<hr></blockquote> Okay, rack up a brownie point to Jaret... I guess <img src=http://www.ezboard.com/intl/aenglish/im ... s/wink.gif ALT=";)"> To me it seems as if Jaret's got sort of a 'Kyle-like' sarcasm... and it works when he's trying to be funny <img src=http://www.theunholytrinity.org/cracks_ ... iggrin.gif ALT=":grin"> Liz reminding Michael of his promise to keep Max safe... sounds forboding! <img src=http://www.ezboard.com/intl/aenglish/im ... ns/eek.gif ALT=":eek"> I have the sneaking suspicion that there's many much more ANGST to be had... but you've built it up so much... I'm just waiting for it.... gawd, can I be any more analytical? <img src=http://www.theunholytrinity.org/cracks_ ... leyes1.gif ALT=":rolleyes"> And now I must go and read Part 34... I've already seen all the jawdrop smilies beneath it, so I have a feeling I'm gonna be expressing the same sentiments soon! <img src=http://www.ezboard.com/intl/aenglish/im ... s/wink.gif ALT=";)"> -Col.  edited cause I read Part 34... Okay... can someone  please get a bat and hit me over the head with it as hard as you can??? And don't bring in the smelling salts until Angel has posted a new part!!! This way I'll suffer much less <img src=http://www.ezboard.com/intl/aenglish/im ... s/wink.gif ALT=";)"> <img src=http://www.theunholytrinity.org/cracks_ ... laughA.gif ALT=":lol"> - Col. 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: 5/1/02 12:42:20 pm

Post by **roswellkitkat** » Wed May 01, 2002 10:01 pm

Co, here's the bat...you ready?? <img src=http://www.ezboard.com/intl/aenglish/im ... s/wink.gif ALT=";)">  Angel, where are you? Come back and fix this!! <center>*************<center>Roswell on Sci-Fi in 2003.<center>Got it? Get it? Good!<center>

Post by **Angel13** » Thu May 02, 2002 10:09 am

Ok, sorry guys...the workgnomes grabbed me yesterday and wouldn't let go until 9:30pm. <img src=http://www.ezboard.com/intl/aenglish/im ... ns/eek.gif ALT=":eek"> I wanted to post this yesterday...so...just cuz I like ya'll so much, I'm gonna go ahead and post the rest of this story today. I'm done with it...only 2 more parts after this one. <img src=http://www.ezboard.com/intl/aenglish/im ... /frown.gif ALT=":("> Thanks for all the great feedback! Part 35~ Turning on the radio, Khivar rolls down his window and enjoys his drive back to Roswell. He turns the music up louder…he likes this sound. He thinks about stopping and playing with the locals before returning this body. Guess he won’t have to kill this one…he’ll have it back in plenty of time. He takes his time driving, actually feeling better…laughing at the human emotions in this body that were causing him to feel sad over Liz’s death. He makes a mental note to contact Jaret and let him know his services here are no longer needed, he’ll be able to return home. That should make him happy, he knows how much Jaret hates it here. He doesn’t blame him. All this dust, and dirt, and the blandness…this planet has no flavor, he decides with a laugh. 45 minutes later, Khivar makes his way back to Roswell and gets stuck behind someone driving in front of him too slowly. As he passes the Crashdown for the last time, he sees something that makes his head boil over in rage…”Jaret! That Asshole!” he growls before swinging his car around.  The desert…45 minutes earlier As Max leans over Liz’s body, sobbing, Kyle watches Khivar’s car drive down the highway. When it’s no longer in sight he says, “He’s gone.” And Max stands up, turning with Isabel and Michael to look down the road. “You think he bought it?” Max asks. “Looked like it.” Michael answers. “He looked kind of…disappointed. And then he just walked back to his car and took off.” “Jim.” Max says, turning to Valenti. “You’re on…contact us when you switch cars.” “Ok.” Jim says and turns to get in his car…driving around the truck and speeding down the highway to catch up with Khivar. The four of them turn and look down at Liz’s body and watch as a bright light shoots out of it…turning back into Jaret. He lays there for a moment before standing up and brushing himself off. “Man, that kinda  sucked.” Max watches the transformation, closing his eyes and running his hands through his hair. He  never wants to see that again. They decided that to make it clear to Khivar that Liz was dead, Jaret was going to have to be convincing. He made it look like Liz’s head was half-way off her body…blood pouring out of her mouth and limbs thrown in very unnatural positions. Watching as Jaret stands up and dusts himself off, Max nods to him before turning to look at the steaming truck in the middle of the road. Max walks over and waves his hand over the front, smoothing out any dents and cracks caused by the collision. “Kyle, you can take the truck back now. Thanks. We’ll call you when we get back to town.” “Oooo…kay. Glad to be of service.” And he mock salutes Max as he climbs back into the truck, starting it and heading back to town. “We need to fix the other car.” Max turns to Isabel, Michael and Jaret…and looks over toward the twisted car on the side of the road. “It looks worse than I thought it would.” And he grimaces. Walking over to the crumpled convertible, the four of them concentrate on fixing the car. After several starts and stops, they can’t get the car to look right. When it starts to take too long, Jaret tells them to stop. “We’re never gonna get this thing back to normal. Get back, I’ll take care of it.” He raises his arm and a bright light shoots out of his hand, engulfing the wreck and disintegrating it. When he lowers his arm, all that’s left is a burned spot on the ground. As he does that, the others make sure they get rid of any evidence like glass or car parts from the road and the sand.  In Roswell Khivar turns the car around, his face contorted in anger at what he’s looking at...Liz Parker, sitting on a bench on the sidewalk, as plain as day...her head bent, talking on some sort of radio…and very much alive.  In the desert Jaret turns to Max and says, “You better contact Liz, tell her to get out of site. If Khivar drove back in the direction we came from, he might drive back through Roswell.” “Right.” Max says as they walk the SUV and he gets the walkie talkie from the front seat. “Liz.” “Yah. Max?” Liz answers back. “He’s gone.” Max tells her. “We think it worked. Everything went as planned.” There’s a pause, then he hears. “Good. Are you sure?” “Not completely. Valenti’s tailing him now.” Max answers back. “Ok. How’s Jaret?” “Good as new.” Max says as he puts the key in the ignition and turns it. “We’re on our way back. Stay out of sight for now.” But Liz’s answer is a scream that’s cut off right before he hears a loud crashing noise. “Liz?” But there’s nothing, no sound.  In Roswell As Khivar’s furious thoughts roll through him, he parks his car and stalks over to Liz, the nitwit is still bent over, not paying attention to anything. After the elaborate production he just witnessed, you would think she’d stay out of sight…what a moron. Quickly approaching her, he grabs a handful of hair and yanks her up off of the bench. She starts to scream and the radio crashes to the ground, but he waves his hand over her throat, ending  that noise before it starts. He quickly drags her to his car before anyone can notice anything wrong. Throwing her in, he binds her to the seat so she can’t move. Getting into the driver’s seat, he looks over at her panicked face and the tears streaming down it. “Ah, Liz…you know how much I love that look on your face.” And he backs the car out, driving away from Roswell.  In the desert “Liz! Liz!” Max yells into the walkie talkie. “Valenti! What’s going on?!” Crackling, then, “Max…I lost him when I was switching cars. I saw his car tear off down the street away from the Crashdown. I’m on him.” “Don’t do anything. Just follow him.” Max barks at him. “We’re leaving now. Stay in contact, let me know where you are.” And he throws the SUV in gear, turning it around and driving back toward Roswell. “Shit! He must have seen Liz. How  stupid!” Max is hitting the steering wheel as the speedometer hits 95. “Damn it!” “Max…Max. You need to slow down. Getting us killed isn’t gonna help Liz.” Isabel tries to calm him down. “Heading out past the old soap factory, Max. He’s not stopping.” They hear Valenti’s voice over their radios. “Maxwell, man…you gotta calm down.” Michael tells him from the backseat. “We’ll catch up with him.” “Where’s he taking her?” Max asks Jaret. “I don’t know. I’m sure he knows I’m involved now, so there’s no way for me to find out.” Jaret answers. “Just make sure your friend isn’t spotted following him.” “Max.” they hear Valenti’s voice and Max picks up his radio. “Yah.” “He’s pulling off on a road that leads to an old storage facility that used to be used for road repair crews. I’m gonna circle around and drive around back.” Valenti says. “Ok. Don’t follow them in. Stay out of sight until we get there.” Max tells him and asks Jaret, “Will he have others with him?” Jaret shrugs and says, “Probably not…he doesn’t usually travel with an entourage. He usually meets us all somewhere…so I can’t say for sure.” “Keep an eye out for others.” Max says to Valenti before he lays the radio back down on the console. Pushing harder on the accelerator, Max pushes the SUV up to 90 and flies toward Roswell…toward Liz.  At the storage facility Khivar pulls the car up to the front of an old, long ago used building that looks vacant. “Honey, we’re home.” He laughs as he gets out of the car and makes his way around to the passenger side. Pulling Liz out of the car, he drags her toward the building and opens the front door before pulling her in after him. He throws her down in the corner and stands over her…shaking his finger at her. “Liz….Liz…Liz. You guys almost had me.” He smiles at her and cocks his head to the side. “I have to say…I didn’t expect this of Jaret. How long have you two been planning your little schemes behind my back?” he asks her. “What…cat got your tongue?” he laughs at her as he walks across the room, looking around to see what it contains. Some orange road cones are stacked up in one corner, next to some metal barrels. There are some metal folding chairs stacked against another wall and he goes over to take one off the top. Bringing it back over in front of Liz, he opens it up and sits to face her. Waving his hand over her throat, he sits back. “Guess no one can hear you out here.” She doesn’t say anything, just sits in the corner looking at the floor. She thinks of nothing but Max…hoping that they didn’t follow them out here. Khivar will kill him…all of them…if they try to come here. She hopes that Michael keeps his promise to her. “So, Lizzie. Whatever shall we do with our time while we wait for loverboy to show up?” Khivar smiles at her. She looks up at him and calmly says, “How about I kill you?” “Hey! I have a better idea!” He gets up and walks around the room, looking for something that he can use. “It’s been so long, Liz. I don’t know how I ever let so much time go by since our last round of fun.” He finds something that looks sturdy. “Aha! This will do nicely.” He smiles and he takes it down and walks toward Liz. Grabbing a fistful of hair, he raises her off the floor and brings her face close to hers. Smiling, he says, “I sure have missed you, Liz. Why did you have to go and do something so stupid? We had some good years together, didn’t we?” Liz throws her head back and slams it forward with all her strength…straight into his nose. He drops her and screams as he raises his hand to the blood squirting out of his face. “What the  hell was that for?!” He screams at her. But he barely finishes his sentence before she brings her foot back and kicks him in the groin as hard as she can. “What are you doing?!” He screams as he falls to his knees. “I thought you learned long ago that you can’t fight me, Liz.” And he scrambles forward, grabbing at her as she runs toward the door. She gets it yanked open before he uses his powers to pull her back and he grabs her neck, raising her off the floor. “You stupid bitch. I thought we were past all this.” He throws her into the corner and pulls his hand from his nose, looking at the blood. “Great. You’ve ruined this body.” He shakes his head and wipes his hand on his jeans. Looking over at her, he sees her grabbing her head. He walks close to her and is surprised once again by her hand shooting out and her nails scratching down his face, over his eye. Reaching for her, he stumbles and lands on top of her and feels her bite down on his ear. Kicking at her, he pushes himself up and watches as she spits half of his ear out of her mouth. “Enough!” he yells as he raises his arm and binds her halfway up the wall, spread eagle with his powers. He grabs his ear…well, half of it…and inspects the damage. Laughing he looks at Liz and says, “Well, aren’t you the little hellcat today.” He walks closer to her and says, “You know, it’s so much more fun this way.” And he grins as he raises his hands to her breasts. 30 minutes after leaving the crash site, Max is driving down a gravel road…talking to Valenti over the radio. “How much further?” “I can hear you, Max. Just another 50 yards or so.” Valenti tells him just as Max catches site of his car parked in the woods. Pulling up next to Valenti, Max jumps out of the car and walks over to him. He grabs his binoculars and looks through them down to the building that sits at the bottom of the hill they’re parked on. He sees Khivar’s car parked out front, but there’s no one outside. “Have you seen anyone?” Jim shakes his head and says, “No activity. Just his car parked out front. I assume they’re inside, but I haven’t seen them.” He tosses the binoculars down and says over his shoulder, “Come on…let’s go.” And starts to walk down the hill. “Max…wait!” Michael grabs his arm, pulling him back. “You can’t just barge in there. He’ll kill you…and Liz.” “Michael’s right, Max.” Jaret says. “His powers make yours look like parlor tricks. You can’t just walk in there.” “Then what do  you suggest.” Max challenges them, extremely irritated. Jaret looks around at them, his eyes stopping on Isabel briefly, then back to Max. “We send in Isabel first. Distract him.” “No.” Max says immediately. “Look, Max…for some reason, he’s afraid of Isabel. This can work to our advantage.” Jaret tries to explain. “What do you want me to do?” Isabel asks Jaret. “Isabel, no. You’re not going in there.” Max says to her forcefully. Turning toward her brother, she says, “Max, if what Jaret says is true, then I’m going. I’m gonna do what I can to get her out of there. You’re not stopping me.” Turning back to Jaret, Isabel says, “What do I do?” Before Jaret can answer, Max looks down toward the building and says, “He’s doing something to her. I can feel her down there…he’s hurting her…she’s scared.” He turns to look at Jaret. “How come I can feel what she’s feeling?” Michael just looks at Max for a few moments, thinking, then says, “She’s pregnant.” Max looks at Michael as his eyes well up with tears. “No.” he whispers and looks back down to the building. Jaret furrows his brow and looks down toward the building at Michael’s revelation. After a few moments, he looks at Isabel and says, “You drive up to the front…act like you came alone. He’ll know you’re there…hopefully he’ll come outside. If he does, I’ll go in and get Liz. Do whatever you have to to keep him outside with you.” “I’m going with you.” Max says, turning around to look at him. Jaret looks at Michael, then Max. “No. You’ll be of no use to me…or to her. You can’t fight him, Max.” “I’m going with you.” Max says again, more forcefully. “You’re gonna fight with me when we could be getting her out of there?” Jaret looks at Michael for support, but Michael knows…they’ll have to knock Max unconscious to keep him from going down there now. Rolling his eyes, Michael sighs and nods his head at Jaret. “Fine. You both come. You can get Liz out of there if I have to confront Khivar.” Jaret says before turning to Jim. “You bring your car closer for them to get away with Liz…but not within sight of the front door.” Nodding, Jim says, “Alright. Isabel? I’ll follow you down.” And they both turn to get in the two cars and drive around toward the front of the building as Jaret, Max and Michael make their way down the hill. Isabel makes her way toward the other car parked in front. She’s nervous as she parks next to it. Getting out, she stands next to the car for a few minutes, wondering if Khivar is ever gonna come out. Her question is finally answered when she sees the door crack open and Khivar step out, looking around for signs of anyone else. “I came alone.” She tells him, not moving. She looks at the blood all over his face and the missing ear with blood running down his neck. And he’s walking toward her with a slight limp that wasn’t there earlier. “Vilondra.” He says with a hiss. “What are you up to?” “I knew it was you…by the side of the road back there. I had to come…I felt…pulled here…to you. I…I don’t even know why I needed to see you.” She looks at him, showing concern for his injuries. Then she looks down at the ground shyly, then back up to him. “We always did have an extraordinary connection, Vilondra.” Khivar says as he steps closer. “But you’re playing games…thinking you can save your friend inside.” “Friend? She’s no friend of mine.” Isabel says angrily, her eyes turning black as Vilondra starts to take over. “Ahhh…is that so?” Khivar says as he takes another step closer to her, sensing a change in her. “Yes.” She says, “I’ve come only for you…you know that.” “I suppose I do, Vilondra. But you toy with me. Where’s your idiot brother?” He asks, looking around her. She laughs, “Back in Roswell, crying over Liz…that his plan didn’t work.” “Is he now?” He says with a satisfied smile. “Come…closer.” He motions her to come forward. As she approaches him, he looks into her eyes and sees the blackness there. Running his hand across her cheek, he asks, “So where’s that  husband of yours?” “Not here.” She says simply as she grabs the front of his shirt and pulls him to her. Laughing, he says, “Ah, Vilondra…you always were so…forceful.” before he lowers his head to kiss her. Kissing him back, she throws her head back as she moans loudly and he brings his head to her neck, kissing her there. She can taste blood in her mouth. Max, Michael and Jaret enter the building through the back and quietly make their way further in, making sure Khivar is outside. Seeing the open door and Khivar and Isabel outside, Jaret motions Max and Michael forward. When Max sees Liz, a strangled cry comes to his throat. She’s suspended on the wall, her arms held above her. Her legs spread. She looks like a big X and her head is hanging to the side. Her shirt is torn to reveal a gash across her ribs and he sees a bloody pipe lying on the floor. He sees blood coming out of her mouth as well as down her forehead. Michael shoots a look at Max, silently telling him to be quiet. Moving quickly towards her, Max sees that she’s watching them…her eye’s big. Well, one eye…the other one is rapidly swelling shut. She looks toward Michael with tears in her eyes…and she grimaces at him…accusingly. Michael gives her a pained look and looks again toward Jaret and the door as Max uses his powers to release Liz from the wall. Outside, Khivar hears a noise coming from inside, and Isabel sees Max, Michael and Jaret inside over Khivar’s shoulder as he turns his head back. Moving quickly, Isabel raises her hand to his chest and sends a bolt of energy down her arm, through her hand and into him. Khivar screams as he stumbles back, grabbing his chest. “You bitch!” he yells at her as he tries to make his way back inside. She shoots another blast at him and it throws him forward, through the door and onto the floor. But he raises his arm and fires back at her, sending her flying into the car, crumpling onto the ground. Khivar stands up quickly and walks toward the group gathered around Liz. Max and Michael look up at him and stare in shock at his appearance. They’re looking at his injuries, wondering what the hell happened to him when he says, “Now…where exactly do you think you’re going with my Liz? We were just starting to have fun…couldn’t help herself from begging for it.” Khivar smirks as he raises his hand to his bloody face and shakes his head, smiling, “She likes it so rough! But I guess you know that, don’t you Zan?” Michael and Max watch as he raises his arm in Max’s direction. Max pushes Liz behind him and stands, raising his arm toward Khivar. “You can’t have her. We don’t have anything to do with your war or your planet…so what’s the point?” Stepping toward Max, Khivar raises his arm to Jaret in warning as he turns his attention back to Max. “Ah…the point, my dear king…is amusement. You provide  trucks full of it…and pretty little Liz over there…so full of fire. I don’t have to have a point. And now, it looks like you’re trying to make off with my little playmate. I don’t know if I’m  quite ready to give her up yet…I just love the look on her face and her pretty little tears when I’m fucking her.” Michael can feel a surge of energy coming from Max and the anger rolling off of him as he sees Max step forward out of the corner of his eye. Not taking his eyes off of Khivar, Michael says, “Max…don’t.” He watches as Khivar winks at Max, grinning, and raises his hand slightly. But before Khivar has a chance to strike, Michael turns to Max and sends a burst of energy at him and Liz…sending them flying through the back door…outside. The door swings shut behind them and he then turns to face Khivar, his arm outstretched, standing in front of the door. Laughing, Khivar walks toward him. “Wow. That was pretty self-sacrificing Rath. I’m impressed.” But instead of walking further toward Michael, he stops in front of Jaret. “You’ve been a naughty boy, Jaret. Sneaking around behind my back with that human…slut!” he spits out. “You…of all people…you spoil my fun!” Jaret says nothing for a moment before finally speaking. “You screwed up, Khivar. You and your need for revenge…you couldn’t just stick to the fight, could you? You had to drag the Royals into it…like they’re any match for you. And you  stuck me on this awful planet for 10 years…just so you could play games with them. Is it fun? Tormenting people who can never fight back?” “I thought you understood, Jaret. It was all for fun! But apparently, you took it too seriously.” Khivar turns fully toward him. “Tell me, were you working against me the entire time, or are your actions caused by misguided human emotions?” “You’ll never know.” Jaret tells him…standing his ground. Sighing, Khivar says, “No…I guess I won’t.” Both men bring their arms up, preparing to fight when a bright light engulfs the room and a ball of energy shoots from the front doorway…straight at Khivar. It hits him in the back and he stumbles forward, looking down as his chest explodes outward. “Well, that just won’t do.” He says absently as he tries to release himself from the dying body. Michael looks to the front door and sees Isabel, slumping over in the doorway. Then he sees Khivar raise his hand to create the transport field that will carry him back to Antar, but Jaret shoots out at his rising energy, blocking him from the field and the now dead body that he inhabited falls to the ground. He shouts at Michael, “Get Liz in here…now!” Jaret holds the squirming energy against the ceiling…not letting it move toward the transport field as Michael runs out the back door. Max and Liz run in behind Michael, followed by Jim, and Jaret grabs Liz’s arm, pulling her from Max. He looks at her, “It’s your choice Liz…you can kill him by not letting him go. He’ll need to shift into his true form soon and he’ll die slowly, and painfully as soon as he hits the atmosphere. Or, you can let him go back…I’m giving you the choice.” Liz looks up at him as Jaret places her arm up, pointing toward the energy at the ceiling and he grabs her wrist. Suddenly, the power that was coming from Jaret’s hand is now coming from Liz’s. She watches as the energy twists and turns, trying to get away and she looks over to Jaret. She nods her head, tears in her eyes, as they both turn to look back up at the ceiling. Max stands back with Michael and Jim, watching as the power coming from Liz’s hand seems to get stronger and the transport field fades away…quickly disappearing completely. He looks back to the ceiling and sees the energy start to change…into something more solid. What follows is the most awful noise he’s ever heard. It’s a loud, high-pitched screaming and he moves to cover his ears. With a nod from Jaret, the power stops shooting out of Liz’s hand and she lowers her arm to her side. They step back as the screaming mass falls to the floor with a wet thud. The skin starts bubbling, as if acid was just poured on it. Isabel stands, holding herself up in the doorway and watches as Khivar’s body slowly starts disintegrating, fumes rising from the bubbling flesh. She raises her hand to block the smell and eventually, the hideous screaming stops. She steps forward, looking over at Max, Jim and Michael, then Liz. She’s staring down at the mess in front of her…not moving. When the mass stops moving, Liz still doesn’t look away as she asks Jaret, “Is he dead?” “I’m pretty sure…looks like dead to me.” Jaret says in awe…still staring at the mess on the floor. Liz nods and steps forward to the misshapen head…and pokes at it with the toe of her shoe. She watches it roll back and forth for a moment before she brings her foot down…smashing the head flat to the floor. Stepping back, she nods and says, “Yah, looks like dead to me, too.” And she turns around to look at Michael and Max and Jim. She takes a step toward Max and he rushes forward to pull her in his arms. He cradles her head to his chest as she wraps her arms around him and squeezes as hard as she can. ~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** » Thu May 02, 2002 10:28 am

Sorry bout the evil workgnome Angel...they do so suck, don't they this was so excellent...i loved this part...great job on the sci fi elements and the action <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** » Thu May 02, 2002 11:26 am

“Yah, looks like dead to me, too.” LOL. Just love it when the fems show spunk. Now I'm stepping away from my computer for a bit, but when I come back, I expect those two other parts you promised. 8-)

Post by **roswellkitkat** » Thu May 02, 2002 1:36 pm

Oh Angel!!! <img src=http://www.theunholytrinity.org/cracks_ ... xhello.gif ALT=":clap"> <img src=http://www.theunholytrinity.org/cracks_ ... xhello.gif ALT=":clap"> How wonderful!!! Now....those last two parts?  tapping foot <center>*************<center>Roswell on Sci-Fi in 2003.<center>Got it? Get it? Good!<center>

Post by **Angel13** » Thu May 02, 2002 3:54 pm

Part 36~  Friday, June 29, 2013 10am Grace and Alex splash around in Max’s pool as Liz watches their playing. She smiles at them as they play Marco Polo and she brings her hand to her stomach…thinking about the little life inside. She knew before anyone had a chance to tell her…she can feel each alien’s emotions as if they were her own. How did Maria ever stand this? The only emotions she  doesn’t have swirling around in her right now are Maria’s and Jesse’s. Well, and Jaret…he doesn’t have any…or so he says. She looks over at him sitting next to her and she can tell he’s relieved…and angry. She smiles, thinking how horrified he would be if she told him he was developing ‘those nasty human emotions’. Jaret looks around the outside area…making sure no one is within earshot. “That was really stupid, Liz.” He says as he leans forward, elbows on his knees and looking at the ground. When Liz doesn’t answer him, he looks up at her wanting an explanation. He watches her move her eyes in his direction before they move back to the kids in the pool. Barely moving her lips, she whispers, “I did what I had to do. He would have just come back, and you know it.” Still glancing around to see if anyone is listening, he whispers back, “He would have killed you.” Not looking at him, she looks up at the sky ambivalently. “Better than living in fear…or as a prisoner.” She looks over at him and says in a forceful whisper, looking directly in his eyes, “I did what I had to do.” “You should tell him.” Jaret says, nodding toward the kitchen where Max is. “I will…someday.” She glances over at him before whipping her head around to grin at Max as he walks out the door. Max walks over and sits down next to Liz, asking, “How’s it going out here?” while looking at Jaret. Jaret looks at Liz and sees her small shake of the head and says, “Fine. Just talking about going home.” Looking back to the pool, Liz asks, “So,  are you going back to Antar now?” Jaret looks between the two of them, “I hope so. There’ll be unrest…on both sides. I need to leave today and arrange a meeting that will hopefully take me home.” “So that’s it?” Max asks…suddenly feeling untethered, directionless. Jaret is curious. “What else would there be?” I just…wonder what’s gonna happen now.” Max says, grabbing Liz’s hand in his. Jaret laughs and says, “I’m not a fortune teller, but from the looks of things around here, you all will finish out your happy human lives…breeding with the natives, apparently. And hopefully, I get to go home and breed with  my natives.” Wiggling his eyebrows and grinning. Liz laughs at him and says, “What a frightening thought.” Jaret looks at her and says, “I’m supposed to be insulted, right? Yes, yes…won’t I just miss your sparkling sense of humor, Parker.” And he rolls his eyes. A couple of hours later, Jaret tells them it’s time for him to go and he says goodbye to Isabel first. “You have  enormous power…you have no idea. And thank you…for saving my life. He would have easily killed me with his first strike." Isabel looks down and says, “Yah, I doubt it was all me…but, you’re welcome. Thank you for helping us…for helping Liz.” Jaret nods at her and says, “Vilondra.” And walks toward the door…stopping in front of Michael. Glaring at Michael, he says, “I’d tell you I’m gonna miss you…but I’d be lying.” And he grins. Michael smirks and says, “What you did…for Liz. Thanks.” He nods at Jaret. Clapping Michael on the back, Jaret says, “Do me a favor…work on that vocabulary.” And he laughs as Max walks to the door with him. “So…I don’t suppose you’re so grateful for my help that you wanna reward me with the destiny book?” Jaret grins at Max. Smiling, Max says, “No. But I do owe you my thanks. You came through for us…for Liz…and you got to keep your promise to her. So you got what you wanted, right?” Nodding, Jaret says, “Right. Look, I still don’t like you much…can’t help that.” He grins. “You better worship the ground Liz walks on for the rest of your life…or I’ll have to force myself to come back to this dustbowl and kick your ass.” Liz walks up and hears this and says, “Jaret! Stop acting like my dad…I already have one, thanks.” And she rolls her eyes at him. Looking at Liz, Jaret’s gaze softens and he says, “Can I talk to you…in private?” “Sure.” Liz smiles and walks out the front door with him, closing it behind her. Standing on the front lawn, Liz and Jaret just look at each other…neither knowing how to start. Liz brings her hand around from behind her back and hands Jaret a package. “I made you those cookies you like…since I bet they don’t have M&Ms on Antar.” Jaret takes the package from her and looks at it a moment before looking back at Liz. “Liz…I’m sorry…that I didn’t ever do more to help you. What you did yesterday…it was stupid, and dangerous.” Sighing, Liz says, “I couldn’t let him go back, Jaret. Max decided the best thing would be to get Khivar to leave…but he doesn’t know. I do…and I think you do to. He would have come back. Max wasn’t looking far enough ahead…his only concern was for me, and nothing I could have said would have changed his mind. I had to be free…I know you don’t understand that, you never did. One of us had to die yesterday…me or him…and that’s the only way I could have it.” Jaret looks at the ground…almost pouting. “Well…it still…stupid.” He says, not knowing what else to say about it. She smiles at him and says, “I know. But it’s all over now…you don’t have to worry about me.” Jaret looks over to the front window and sees Max warily watching them with Michael and Isabel. “I’m not too sure about that…I still don’t agree with you staying here with him.” “Jaret…” Liz starts but he interrupts. “I know, I know…I won’t say anything else about it.” He looks back to her. “Just…be happy now. See, I gave you your life back…like I told you I would…remember?” She nods as tears come to her eyes. “Aw, geez…don’t start crying.” He rolls his eyes and she laughs at him. “Sorry…I just…I think I might actually miss you, Jaret.” She says to him. “Well, don’t tell anyone else this…but I might miss you, too, Liz.” Jaret says. “I bet I’ll be famous…doing the talk show circuit…telling all kinds of stories about you and our king.” He grins at her. “Well, I’d have to introduce the concept of ‘talk shows’ to them…but my name will be well known. People just eat up any kind of news on him and the Royals.” She laughs at him and steps forward, wrapping her arms around him and squeezing. He stiffens and hesitantly brings his hands up to pat her back lightly. “Yah…ok, Liz? I don’t do the hugging thing.” Liz says, muffled by his chest, “Yah, I know. Just deal with it.” After a few moments, she pulls away and says, “Have a good trip home, Jaret. I hope you get there soon.” “I guess I don’t have to tell you to take care of yourself…and your casserole.” He winks at her with a smile and nods toward her stomach. She shakes her head, smiling, and says, “No…we can take care of ourselves just fine.” He nods at her and after looking her over one last time he turns to walk toward his car which is parked on the street. As he reaches it, he turns back to her and says, “Good bye, Liz Parker.” “Good bye, Jaret.” Liz says back. He watches her for another moment before opening his car door and getting in. As his car pulls away, Liz raises her hand at the retreating car, even though she knows he won’t be looking in the rearview mirror.  That evening Maria and Liz are in the pool as Maria excitedly tells Liz all about being pregnant by an alien. Grace and Alex are splashing them, trying to get them to pay attention to their antics. Every once in a while, Liz glances up and catches Max watching her and she smiles. He’s sitting on the patio with Michael, Kyle, Isabel and Jesse…and she can hear Isabel talking excitedly about finally getting the house finished. Michael is holding Elizabeth as she sleeps…oblivious to what’s going on around her. “I don’t want to leave, Liz.” Maria tells her. “I think we should move back here…to Roswell. I just got you back, I don’t want to lose you again.” “Maria…you’re not losing me…you’re just going to L.A.” Liz smiles at her. “But, if it’s any consolation, I wish you lived here, too. I don’t know how I’m gonna get through this pregnancy without you.” Looking at Liz, Maria says, “Well, then that does it. I’m telling Michael we’re moving back here. There’s no reason we need to live in L.A. at this point. I can fly back and forth. We can build a house…with a pool for the kids. Of course, my Mom is gonna go nuts…and Michael…he’ll like being close to Max and Isabel…” Liz listens as Maria goes on and on with her plans. She can’t help the smile that comes to her face. She has her best friend back…she has her family back…and she has Max. She definitely has her life back now…now she can finally move forward…without looking back. For anything or anyone. ~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** » Thu May 02, 2002 4:06 pm

Angel...i can't believe it's almost over..it is so good. I want it to end so I know what happens, but i don't ever want it to end either <img src=http://www.ezboard.com/intl/aenglish/im ... /frown.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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