Different Times ~AU~ *Update:6/27-28/05 Part 64-70

Post by **roswellkitkat** » Mon Jan 07, 2002 3:05 pm

Title: Different Times
Author: Roswellkitkat
Rating: Teen to Adult, some language, but not bad.
Category:AU Max and Liz..find each other after 10 years.
Disclaimer: I own nothing Roswell, only the idea behind this fiction. Please don't sue.

This is an AU fanfic. This is my version of the chain events of Liz getting shot but not seriously. While in HS she never finds out Max and the gang are aliens, she never dates Max, etc. etc. The couples are CC, except for Liz actually being with someone besides Max. It is their 10 year high school reunion and she is going back.

As always feedback welcome.

I sat by the pool and sifted through my mail. Then I saw it…a letter from the Roswell High Reunion Committee. I had totally forgotten that my reunion was this year. Maria had not reminded me…she reminded me everyday about visiting Roswell and here was the perfect excuse to hound me.
I tore the envelope open and staring at me was a picture of Isabel Evans and Alex Whitman as prom Queen and King our senior year. I smiled as I remember the hell Alex had gone through to get Isabel to even look in his direction our sophomore year…the year I was shot and how it seemed to change the rest of my life.

12 years earlier…

It had been normal day at the Crashdown. The place was packed due to the annual UFO Festival that was to be held in a few days. Maria, my best friend since the third grade was working the afternoon shift with me. She had just whispered something to me about Max Evans looking at me, for what seemed like the hundreth time.
“Girl…he is so watching you,” she said with a big grin.
“Maria, Max Evans knows I’m dating Kyle…everyone knows I’m with Kyle,”
“And? Doesn’t mean they can’t look, chica,”
I turned in Max Evans general direction and sure enough he was looking at me. I smiled and looked away, catching Michael Guerin staring at Maria. She would love that news. I turned to find her when I heard two men raising their voices.
“I only asked if you wanted coffee,” I heard Maria saying.
“Look little girl, get the hell out of here,” one of the men brusquely responded.
I saw Maria make a face and walk away from their table. I turned away and then remembered I wanted to tell her about Michael and walked back in that direction.
“Oh my God, he has a gun!” I heard Maria yell.
I saw the gun and before I knew it, it was pointed in my direction as the two men struggled for control and then the shot rang out. They say when things like this happen, it seems like minutes pass and everything happens in slow motion. This was no different, I had no time to react and just stood there staring.
“LIZ!” I heard someone yell.
The shot rang out and I felt a warm sensation across the outer apart of my left arm. The next thing I knew Max Evans was pulling me out the way and to the floor.
“Someone call 911,” I heard a customer say.
“LIZ!? Are you hit?” I heard Maria shriek.
I could feel something warm dripping down my arm and turned to look.
“Doesn’t look too bad? How do you feel? “ Max Evans was asking me.
I stared at him and began to feel even warmer. He looked so concerned, so worried. This was Max Evans who I sat next to in lab and was so shy, Max Evans who only hung out with Michael and Isabel. I nodded and looked at my arm again…oh my God, I was bleeding. And this is where I fainted.

That had been the beginning of my sophomore year at Roswell High. I still had the scar. I looked at my arm and could feel the dull ache, which was strange because there was nothing there to ache. I stared at the picture of Alex and Isabel. Alex had just called me earlier in the week to say Isabel was pregnant. It seemed everyone was moving on and becoming adults and forging real relationships. I sighed and closed my eyes.

“Liz, you and Kyle are over and have been for a while, why don’t you break up with him already?”
“I’m happy with Kyle, Maria. I can be myself around him and not worry about what he’s going to think,”
“You’re relationship is lacking that zing, girlfriend. You said so yourself, so why even put up the act? Just to have a boyfriend? I know you better than that,”
“So, I dump Kyle and do what? Watchalex andIsabel coo over each other, or you and Michael do that thing only you two can do?”
“Uh, no. Maybe date someone new, someone that will give you the zing back. Maybe...Max Evans…I don’t believe you two have lab together and you don’t realize how much he likes you,”
“Lab isn’t the class to be discussing our feelings for each other Maria. You know how serious I am about my science classes,”
“I know…don’t look now, but here comes the man,” she said and smiled.
Headed our way was Max. I could feel the scar on my arm begin to throb.
“Hi Liz, Maria,” he said.
“Hey Max, well I’ve got to run, see you two later,” she managed and practically ran away.
“I was wondering if you understood the homework for last night? I meant to call you but figured I’d just see you today,”
“Oh, ok…we can go to the library and go over it,”
We walked towards the library and I swore I heard Maria snickering behind me.
“I can’t believe your brother actually asked you for advice on how to get Liz to notice him,” Maria said, looking at Isabel Evans in awe.
“Neither can I, but he has liked little Liz Parker for quite awhile now, anytime he sees her with Kyle, well let’s just say it gets to him,”
“Really…hmm, maybe we need to steer Kyle into liking someone new, someone who isn’t Liz Parker,” Maria said with an evil grin.
“Now you’re thinking like me,” said Isabel and they walked away together.

I stared at my bedroom for a sign that I had forgotten something and figured, whatever I didn’t have I could buy in Roswell. Besides my parents had kept my room just as it was and I still had some lingering items there.
“You ready Liz?” said a voice from the kitchen.
“Coming Blaise,” I said grabbing my suitcase.
I walked into the dining room and caught him drinking from the OJ container.
“Blaise…if I’ve told you once, I’ve told you a thousand of times, please use a cup…that is so gross,” I exclaimed with mock anger in my voice.
He walked over to me and planted a wet kiss on my lips.
“We exchange these, so what’s the difference?” he said and raised an eyebrow.
I smiled and looked away.
“You’re right…but suppose I had a guest over and they saw you drinking form the container? Do you think they would be comfortable with that?”
“Liz, this is why I love you…because you are here to set me straight,” he said nuzzling my neck.
“I think we need to go,” I pulled away and reached for my bag.
“Are you sure your parents are ok with me staying at their house?”
“Yeah, I’m a big girl Blaise, they trust my judgement. Plus it’s probably time you met some of my friends from back home,”
Ok then, let’s go!” he said taking my bag from my hand and grabbing his.

In a few hours I would be home, back in Roswell, New Mexico, where strange things had been occurring for what seemed like my whole life. Back to my friends who had never left, back to the life I tried so hard to leave behind.

I'm not sure if I like this beginning, let me know what you all think. If it sounds ok, I'll continue..if not I might have to try again.

Melisa

Post by **majiklmoon** » Mon Jan 07, 2002 4:11 pm

Melisa...awesome start...whoo hoo...can't wait to read more <img src=http://www.3dpcgame.com/cwm/s/contrib/r ... humpup.gif ALT=":thumbsup"> <center><a href=http://pub84.ezboard.com/bmajiklmoonsrealm>Majiks World of Fan Fic</a></center><center>Margo is Kewl!</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>"You Englishmen are always so..Bloody hell, sodding. Blimey. Shagging. Knickers. Bollocks. Oh, God, -I'm- English"~Spike </center>

Post by **Angel13** » Tue Jan 08, 2002 12:52 pm

I love future fics! Please continue...<img src=http://www.3dpcgame.com/cwm/s/contrib/r ... humpup.gif ALT=":thumbsup"> </center><center>Buffy~Hi. How have you been? Amy~Rat. You? Buffy~Dead. Amy~Oh.</center><center>Dame Angel ~ Keeper and Champion of All Quizzing ~ aka Pop Quiz Nazi</center><center>I may be love's bitch, but at least I'm man enough to admit it. ~ Spike</center><center>Col Threadkiller is the coolest!<img src=http://www.contrabandent.com/pez1/contr ...

Anonymous · Post by **Anonymous** » Wed Jan 09, 2002 2:51 pm

Blaise...is he a wussy Blaise or a he-man Blaise <img src=http://www.ezboard.com/intl/aenglish/im ... s/wink.gif ALT=";)"> . I cannot wait until you post more of this.!

Post by **roswellkitkat** » Wed Jan 09, 2002 3:03 pm

Blaise is going to be a he-man wanna be! <img src=http://www.theunholytrinity.org/cracks_ ... laughA.gif ALT=":lol"> <center>*************<center>Roswell's back!<center>Zan is da Man!<center>If you don't like it, don't watch!

Anonymous · Post by **Anonymous** » Wed Jan 09, 2002 3:13 pm

Everyone needs a Blaise every now and again in their lives. <img src=http://www.theunholytrinity.org/cracks_ ... laughA.gif ALT=":lol"> <img src=http://www.theunholytrinity.org/cracks_ ... kliam2.gif ALT=":hotpink"> - Shannan

Post by **majiklmoon** » Wed Jan 09, 2002 3:18 pm

he man wanna be <img src=http://www.theunholytrinity.org/cracks_ ... laughA.gif ALT=":lol"> <center><a href=http://pub84.ezboard.com/bmajiklmoonsrealm>Majiks World of Fan Fic</a></center><center>Margo is Kewl!</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>"You Englishmen are always so..Bloody hell, sodding. Blimey. Shagging. Knickers. Bollocks. Oh, God, -I'm- English"~Spike </center>

Post by **roswellkitkat** » Thu Jan 10, 2002 11:19 am

Part 2 As the plane began it’s take-off, Blaise looked at me expectantly. I knew what was coming next it never failed. I waited for it… “So tell me all about Roswell,” Blaise said. I sighed and put my head back against the seat. Roswell, everyone was always so interested in finding out about Roswell, especially since I was from generations of family that had lived there. I had to know all about aliens, but the worst part was there were times I believed aliens did exist. Strange things happened in Roswell, things even a scientist like me couldn’t explain. “Roswell…is a small town where everyone knows everyone,” “I figured that, we have to take a prop plane in from Phoenix.” he said rolling his eyes. “Well, I really don’t know what to tell you about my town. My parents own the town’s diner…I did very well in high school, my best friend Maria owns a party planning company with Isabel, who is expecting a child. Isabel is married to my other best friend Alex. Um…the town sheriff has been sheriff since I was a kid and his son Kyle use to be my boyfriend,” “So everyone stayed in Roswell and you left?” he asked. “Yep.” He took my hand and placed a kiss on it. Blaise was a great guy, funny, smart, loyal...but it seemed our relationship lacked passion. I guess the correct statement would be I lacked passion, he did not. I stared at our intertwined hands and sighed. “You don’t seem to happy to be going back home, Liz.” “I am, I just….” I couldn’t put into words the emotions I was feeling. Roswell was my home and yet I couldn’t wait to graduate and leave. When I lived in Roswell it seemed that there had been something missing in my life. I had great friends, a loving family, but it never seemed enough. “You just what? What’s wrong Lizzie? You know I’m here for you,” I smiled and squeezed his hand. “I’ve just been away this time for so long, I wonder if anything has changed,” “If Roswell is as small as I think it is….I’m sure everything will be just as you remember it,” That was exactly what I was afraid of. The plane began it’s descent into Roswell Municipal Airport. As I stared out the window, my scar began to throb. It never failed; the moment I approached Roswell or even thought about Roswell my scar would throb and ache. I thought it was trying to tell me something, but after 12 years I still had not figured out what. Every time I thought about the day I acquired the scar, I tried to remember what might have been significant about the day and nothing stood out. Nothing but the fact that Max Evans has risked his life to save mine.  “Max you risked your life to put me out of harms way and I never even thanked you,” I said as we stood at the quarry staring at the people celebrating the infamous UFO crash. “You welcome Liz. I’m glad it was just a scar and nothing else,” he said and turned to me. I stared into his hazel eyes, which caught the light of the moon in them and felt a sensation of contentment wash over me. I smiled and he moved in closer. “Max, what made you want to save me?” I asked. “I don’t know…I know I would do it all over again,” he reached up and touched my bandaged arm. “That’s it!” I stated, popping out of my memory. “Liz, are you ok? What’s it?” Blaise asked. “I can’t believe it has taken me this long to put it together,” I kept rambling, not even noticing the look Blaise was giving me. “Liz? What are you talking about? Figure what out? “ I stared at him and shut my mouth and then opened it again to speak. “Nothing, don’t worry about it,” “Are you sure? It didn’t sound like nothing,” “Just a memory of home. Let’s go meet some friends. Maria should be here and will probably cause a commotion, be prepared,” I said and grabbed my carry-on bag. I wanted so much to get off the plane and ask Maria a few questions about Max and Isabel, but now with Blaise here I was going to have to play host. We walked of the runway and towards the building. As soon as I opened the door to go in, the squeals began. I was back. <center>*************<center>Roswell's back!<center>Zan is da Man!<center>If you don't like it, don't watch!Edited by: <A HREF=http://pub84.ezboard.com/uroswellkitkat ... lkitkat</A> at: 1/10/02 9:20:59 am

Anonymous · Post by **Anonymous** » Thu Jan 10, 2002 7:55 pm

Oooh, this is great!! I am so glad you told me that you started writing a new one! I don't know much about this Blaise guy, but I already don't like him! HE needs to go, and stop drinking out of the orange juice container too! lol Keep writing, I am totally loving it. I haven't read to many AU fics, but I really like this one so far. As usual, your writing is great. Keep up the good work, I can't wait for more. Amy

Anonymous · Post by **Anonymous** » Thu Jan 10, 2002 10:27 pm

This is so good... I luff seeing how people see the future of Roswell... and AU's are always interesting... I'm glad you appaer to be continuing it... I'll be lookin for updates! <img src="http://www.akulink.com/akucard/images/f ... center>"On this trip, it's like we started off as being horribly ugly, and now it's become a beautiful, hair-pulling, passion-filled extravaganza, with like, amazing chocolate mousse. And I thought the food would be sh*t here."</center><center>**reflection by Victor Ward, fictional model, to random interviewer**</center>

Post by **roswellkitkat** » Mon Jan 14, 2002 2:53 pm

Thanks for all the great feedback! Since you all are interested, I will continue. There should be another aprt later this week! Melisa <center>*************<center>Roswell's back!<center>Zan is da Man!<center>If you don't like it, don't watch!

Post by **majiklmoon** » Mon Jan 14, 2002 10:17 pm

I am loving it KitKat...it's great...keep it up! <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>"You Englishmen are always so..Bloody hell, sodding. Blimey. Shagging. Knickers. Bollocks. Oh, God, -I'm- English"~Spike </center><a href=http://pub84.ezboard.com/bmajiklmoonsrealm><img src=http://members.aol.com/majiklmoon/image ...

Anonymous · Post by **Anonymous** » Wed Jan 16, 2002 4:38 pm

Roswell KitKat, this is a great story. I can't wait until you update it again.

Post by **roswellkitkat** » Wed Jan 16, 2002 7:03 pm

We all made the way to Maria’s Jetta (a new one) and Blaise put the bags in the trunk. Maria was still talking a mile a minute and I was trying to keep up and answer, and make sure Blaise didn’t feel too put out. “Well, welcome to Roswell Blaise. Had Liz told us she was bringing a friend, I would have rolled out the red carpet,” Maria said with a smile. “The red carpet, huh? This must be some town then, if they would have let you rolled out a carpet for little ‘ole me,” he said shooting Liz a look. “Funny man, huh? Great, you will fit right into the group,” I glanced out the window and for the first time was actually ok about being home. I began to think about Max and the ache began. What was it about him that got my arm to ache? “Hello? Liz?” Maria was snapping her fingers. “Huh? Sorry, I was taking in the sites,” “Isn’t it good to be home?” Maria asked. “You know Maria, it really is. So tell me, how goes the party planning business and Isabel letting you put your two sense in?” She laughed and shook her head. “Has Liz told you about Isabel? “ Maria asked Blaise. “Actually Liz hasn’t told me too much about any of you, she really doesn’t talk to much about home,” “Really?” Maria said and looked at me with raised eyebrows. I shrugged. “Come on, Maria, with friends like you and Alex…how could I ever explain to anyone what life in Roswell is like? “ “Life in Roswell, with her two sidekicks, Maria Deluca and Alex Whitman…. Those were really the good old days. Remember that time we almost got caught breaking into the bowling alley, because my juvie cousin dared us to do it?” she said and laughed. I nodded and began to laugh too. “Wait a minute, my perfect Lizzie, broke into a place of business? And almost got caught? This I have to hear, do tell me more!” Blaise said, flabbergasted. “Boy Liz, you sure picked the wrong time to bring him for a visit…this is high school reunion time. The time when we reminisce about everything that went down back in the day,” “Well, maybe we can talk about this type of stuff later, Maria. Let me break Blaise in easy about the daring days of little Elizabeth Parker,” “You spoil all my fun,” he said in mock anger. Before I knew it we were pulling up in front of the Crashdown Café. In 10 years, it had never changed. I remembered all the time Maria and I had spent complaining about this and that during the many shifts we had worked here.  “Liz, can you tell your dad to please change these uniforms?” Maria said pleading with me. “Maria, you know what good it does me to tell my Dad anything about this place. As he likes to say I am scientist, not the manger,” “Well tell him it is a scientific fact, that these pants make my ass look fat,” she said huffing her way out of the back room. I had to agree our Star Trek uniform was not the most flattering. My dad was constantly changing Crashdowns’ uniform, much to Maria’s chagrin. She had threatened to quit with every change. She was still complaining when I walked out from the backroom. “... to be perky if I look like a cow,” she rambled. I giggled and responded with a moo. “Elizabeth Parker, this is not funny,” she said as the giggles began. I kept laughing and soon we both had lost it. “Moo Trek,” she managed. I was holding my stomach and thought if I didn’t breath, I would pass out. “If you ladies could possibly take some time to actually work today, I’d be happy to hand you a paycheck this Friday,” my dad interrupted. “Wow, this is some place,” Blaise said as he gave the front of the Crashdown an up and down. “It’s home,” I responded and we walked inside. There was a big banner greeting us, which read “Welcome Home, Liz”. I cringed and glanced over at Maria. She shrugged and smiled. I would corner her later. “Welcome home Lizzie,” my Dad said as he wrangled me into a bear hug. “Hi Dad,” I said smiling and taking a deep breath. My Dad always smelled of kitchen spices and the smell always calmed me. “It’s so good to have you home. You were away to long this time,” he said shaking his head. “I know Dad,” “Are you going to let the girl go so I can hug her?” my mom said from behind me. I managed to loosen my Dad’s grip and turned to hug my mom. She had tears in her eyes. “Mom, none of that, please,” I admonished. “I know, I know…it’s just you were gone for so long,” I caught Blaise watching us with a big grin on his face. I pulled away from my mom and waved him closer. “I brought a friend home,” I stated. My mom looked at Blaise and opened her mouth and then just smiled. “Welcome to Roswell, I’m Nancy Parker and the man over there with the huge grin on his face is my husband Jeff,” “Thank you for having me…I really appreciate you letting me stay in your home,” he added. “Well, it seems Liz left that part of coming home out,” “I knew you would give me the third degree, mom. He’s a friend from school, its really no big deal,” I said and began pulling Blaise to meet my father. “Hey Liz, why didn’t you tell anyone I was coming? “ “My parents would have flipped. It’s better this way,” “I thought you said your parents trusted your judgement?” I ignored him and tapped my Dad on the shoulder. “Dad, this is my friend Blaise, Blaise this is my dad Jeff,” “Pleasure to meet you sir,” Blaise said and extended his hand. My father took his hand and threw a menacing look at me, which I shrugged off. “Blaise, what an unusual name,” “So I’ve been told. This is a great place you have here. Liz said it holds many great memories for her,” “Really, you must tell me what Liz has told you. Maybe we can compare memories,” my dad said. “Um…yeah, you can do all that later. I’m going to show Blaise the guest room and get freshened up,” I stated, pulling Blaises’ arm. We took our bags into the backroom and made our way up the stair to the apartment. “So, not telling your parents I was coming was suppose to be good for who? You or me? I’m a bit confused,” I could here the anger in his voice and wanted to apologize, but how did you tell someone that your parents were still overprotective of you at the age of 27? Blaise came from a family of old money, and no real responsibilities. He could bring me home today and someone else home tomorrow and no one would care, much less bat an eye. I think he was interested in me because was totally opposite of the woman he usually dated. “It just is Blaise, please don’t make this into a big deal,” “Liz, it is a big deal. You brought me home and no one knew I was coming. Are you embarrassed of me? Do I not meet the Parker family standards? I mean…am I, or am I not your boyfriend?” “You know what? I really don’t know, you never asked me to date you,” “Asked you? Are you kidding me? I like you, Liz…a lot,” “So, that means I am instantly your girlfriend?” “Is this why we have never been intimate? Why you never want me to touch you too much? Great time to be having this conversation Miss Parker,” he said and stormed down the hall. About halfway down he stopped. “Which room is mine?” he asked angrily. “Blaise, please let me explain,” I said, my voice wavering. “No Liz...I’m not in the mood, just tell me which room is mine and tell your parents that I have a headache and will be taking a nap,” As the words came out of his mouth, I realized Blaise has just messed with the wrong woman. I stared long and hard at Blaise Thomas Ingersol and realized I was crazy to think we would ever be really serious with each other. I think one part of me wanted so much to get away from Roswell I would do anything, or for that matter date anyone that would not remind me of home. No one had ever stopped me from being anything I wanted to be, and after 10 years I was still battling with an imaginary obstacle, an obstacle that I called Roswell. &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp “Ok, Mr. Ingersol, you have your pansy headache. I thought you understood me, but I guess you don’t. Well, let me set you straight on one thing…I am not the bimbo’s you are use to. I am an independent, intelligent, creative woman and if you thought you could mold me into being any else, well, you sir, were sorely mistaken. Now, go take your nap and stew or do whatever people like  you do. I’m going to freshen up and get back to my friends, and my family. They seem to like me just the way I am…no matter what I keep from them or how I explain it.” Blaise stared at me and looked furious. I thought he was going to explode. I pointed to the door that was his and made my way past him and to my bedroom, slamming the door for emphasis. <center>*************<center>Roswell's back!<center>Zan is da Man!<center>If you don't like it, don't watch!Edited by: <A HREF=http://pub84.ezboard.com/uroswellkitkat ... lkitkat</A> at: 1/17/02 3:58:10 pm

Post by **majiklmoon** » Wed Jan 16, 2002 11:54 pm

<img src=http://www.theunholytrinity.org/cracks_ ... laughA.gif ALT=":lol"> he has a headache...loved that and is Isabelle letting Maria put her two cents into the business...i can so see that line happening! <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>"You Englishmen are always so..Bloody hell, sodding. Blimey. Shagging. Knickers. Bollocks. Oh, God, -I'm- English"~Spike </center><a href=http://pub84.ezboard.com/bmajiklmoonsrealm><img src=http://members.aol.com/majiklmoon/image ...

Anonymous · Post by **Anonymous** » Thu Jan 17, 2002 2:49 am

Oh, I am loving the conversations!! I was cracking up when I read that they had to wear star trek uniforms in the restaurant. LOL Anyway Blaise, go ahead with your headache, Liz will just have to find someone else to fulfill her needs. Hmm... who could that be.... Oh yeah, Max!! Seriously Melisa, I love the story so far, please add more soon!

Post by **roswellkitkat** » Wed Jan 23, 2002 4:02 pm

Walking in to my bedroom, was a flashback to my high school years. In 10 years, just like the Crashdown, my bedroom had not changed. I opened the window to the balcony and put my bags down and just stared. Everything I was running away from was in this room. And yet here I was and part of me was so damn excited to be back and the other half was terrified of the answers I would stumble upon…the answers that Max Evans was going to have to give to me.  Knock, knock. “Come in,” “Hey, you freshened up yet?” I turned to find Alex standing there. He had put some weight on and had a bit of a five o’clock shadow. It was so good to see him. “Alex,” I squealed and ran to give him a hug. He hugged me and then looked me over. I twirled around and laughed. “So, do I look like an up and coming professor, or what? “ I asked. “You look great, Liz. So, where’s the boyfriend?” I rolled my eyes and sighed. “It seems we have had a falling out…I don’t even kow why I brought him here,” I sat on the bed and Alex sat beside me. “He’s your boyfriend, you wanted him to meet your friends and family,” “He’s not my boyfriend…we just act like a couple,” Alex tilted his head and took my hand. “Liz…I’m not sure what is going on in that scientific head of yours…but it seems like you need a good dose of Whitman charm. Have dinner with Isabel and I?” “I can’t leave Blaise hereby himself. Plus, I’m sure my parents will want to have dinner together,” “Blaise? You are dating someone named  Blaise?” Alex asked incredulously. I nodded and we both began to laugh. “Shh…he’s in the guest room,” Alex turned his laugh into a cough and shook his head. I punched him in the arm and he gave me the look he had perfected…the puppy dog look. “I can’t believe you still have the look,” I continued. “Of course…I think this was the look that finally won Isabel over,” he said. “And how is Isabel?” “She’s wonderful. She’s been having some trouble with morning sickness, but other than that wonderful,” “I can’t believe you are going to be a Dad. It seems like it was just yesterday you were trying to win Miss Isabel Evans over,”  “Oh Alex…please don’t do it! What if she says no?” Maria wailed. “ Maria, have faith in me,” Alex responded. “Yeah, Maria have a little faith in Alex,” I said with a big grin. Alex rolled his brown eyes and batted his lashes. “Listen to the smart one,” he said. “Alex…haven’t you embarrassed yourself enough trying to win Isabel Evans over? And every time you embarrass yourself, you embarrass us. Don’t you feel any pity for us?” Maria asked. “Maria, one day your prince will come, be happy I have a chance to win my princess now,” he said and grabbed his guitar. He made a beeline for Isabel and her group of friends, as we watched in horror. “I guess the words crash and burn mean nothing to him,” Maria stated shaking her head. But as Alex sang to Isabel, she smiled and we were amazed. After spending all of our junior year chasing her…stalking her…it seemed this final act of embarrassment was working. We saw her shake her head yes and knew she had finally agreed to go out with him. “Remember the day she said yes,” “Which day? In high school?” “Yeah, you wrote that song for her and everything,” “She was so worth it.” “Who was so worth it?” Maria asked as she entered my bedroom. “Isabel,” Alex said and had that faraway look cross his face. “You got the girl quit mooning over her,” I said with a smirk. “Where’s Blaise?” Maria asked. “We had a little fight…he has a headache and is napping,” I stated quickly. Maria looked from me to Alex and back to me. “Ok, spill,” Maria said placing her hands on her hips. “There is nothing to spill, “ “Alex?” Maria said giving him her own look. “Nothing to spill…if Liz wants to talk, she knows where we are,” he said matter-of-factly. “Ok. Look your parents are ecstatically trying to plan this great evening for you tonight, so I promised to keep you occupied,” “Plan an evening? What for? Oh and thanks for the heads up about the big banner in the restaurant, that was great to walk into,” “Sorry about that…they forced me to keep it a secret,” “As long as your parents want to keep you busy, why don’t you come and see Isabel,” Alex said. “What am I going to do about Blaise?” “You said he was napping, so let him nap,” Maria said. My friends where actually going to let me get away with being rude? I was enjoying the older versions of Maria and Alex. “Well, then, let me change and I will meet you both downstairs,” They filed out of my room and I opened my luggage, pulling out a pair of cutoffs and a tank top. I changed, sprayed on some body mist and bounded down the stairs. As I headed into the backroom a thought of Blaise sitting upstairs, probably waiting for an apology crossed my mind. I stifled a laugh and continued into the dining room. “There she is now,” my dad said pointing in my direction. “Here I am,” I smiled. “Alex was just saying how he was taking you to see Isabel. And Maria promised to keep you occupied until dinner,” “Now Mom, I know you want to plan something special, but please don’t go overboard. Don’t embarrass me or Blaise,” “Where is Blaise?” Jeff asked. “He wasn’t feeling well, he’s taking a nap,” “You’re going to leave him? “ my mom asked. “He’s a grown man, mom. I’m sure if he’s not feeling well he can find the bathroom, besides I have a lot of catching up to do with these two and their significant others,” “Well I guess. Just be back by 7,” I nodded and the three of us left. **************************************** “Liz, your hair looks great short like that, it makes you look so sophisticated,” Isabel said as she poured me a glass of Cherry Coke. “Thanks Isabel, I think if I want to be a professor I should look the role,” “Oh definitely. So what do you want to teach? “ She asked. As we bantered back and forth I looked at her pictures of her and Alex. They looked genuinely happy together. “These photos are great,” I said pointing to some pictures of everyone at the park for some get-together. “Oh, that was last year at the Pig-in-the-Park Festival,” “Pig-in-the-Park?” “A barbecue thing. Maria read about it and called up the promoters and asked if they would like do one here. She’s really good at the PR part of our business,” I would pass along the compliment to Maria. Though Isabel was no longer as “icy” as she was in school. Back then you could not get close to her without walking away with a chill. I wanted to ask her about Max, but didn’t know how to bring him up without being obvious. “And Michael even dressed up as a pig. It was great. You should really visit more,” she continued. “Sounds like fun. I really will have to make it out here more,” “Max does too. He finds every excuse to stay in San Francisco,” “Oh? What does he do?” “He’s a research engineer for Vortex,” “The computer company?” “Yeah. Speaking of Max, he should be in town this evening,” “You and Max were really lucky to have found the Evans’, huh?” I asked, hoping she would open up. “We really were,” she said and looked like she wanted to change the subject. “So they really just found you out in the desert? And you can’t remember anything before they found you?” I pushed. “No. It was like they were meant to find us, I guess whatever happened to us before them is a secret in our minds,” “You could go to a hypnotist,” I saw a look pass over her face and she looked at me strangely, “Are you trying to analyze me, Liz Parker? I thought you studied biology?” she said with a small smile. I shrugged and heard a car pull up. “I guess Maria is back,” I said. “She should have Michael with her,” Isabel said and walked to the kitchen. I followed her and we waited for them to come in. Maria was babbling to Michael about something and it seemed he had hardly changed. He was still tall and brooding. He smiled when he saw me and gave me a hug. He and Maria had dated as long as Alex and Isabel dated…but they still were not married. “Parker, good to see you,” Michael said smiling and showing a great set of pearly whites. “You too, Guerin. I hear your photography has really taken off.” “Please don’t listen to everything this one has to say…she has a tendency to exaggerate,” he said blushing. “Sure…you know you love it,” I said poking him in the ribs. He rolled his eyes and put his hands up as if to see ‘who, me?’ “Well, looks like this is a party in the making,” Alex said walking in from outside. “Speaking of party, Maria the catering company called back…” I looked at all my friends, smiling, joking around, and starting new families. This is where I fit in; this is where I would always fit in. Roswell was my home, no matter where I moved or what I did it would always be home and would always welcome me with open arms. “You still have that scar?” Michael asked looking at my arm. I nodded and showed him. “That day was awful,” Maria started. “It was rather scary…I can’t believe Max would have risked his life to save me,” I said looking at Isabel. She bit her lip and shrugged, then looked at Michael. “Maxwell is kind of crazy at times, he needs to save crazy for me. Right Maria?” Michael said ignoring Isabel’s look. “You can say that again! Did I tell you the time this idiot decided we needed…” I stared at Isabel. She was staring at my arm and it had begun to throb. I touched my arm and she jumped. Whatever made my arm throb, not only had to do with Max…but it had to do with Isabel and Michael too! I wanted answers and I wanted them soon. <center>*************<center>Roswell's back!<center>Zan is da Man!<center>If you don't like it, don't watch!Edited by: <A HREF=http://pub84.ezboard.com/uroswellkitkat ... lkitkat</A> at: 1/23/02 2:10:17 pm

Post by **roswellkitkat** » Wed Jan 23, 2002 4:05 pm

Double post..sorry!! <center>*************<center>Roswell's back!<center>Zan is da Man!<center>If you don't like it, don't watch!Edited by: <A HREF=http://pub84.ezboard.com/uroswellkitkat ... lkitkat</A> at: 1/23/02 2:06:44 pm

Post by **majiklmoon** » Wed Jan 23, 2002 4:25 pm

blaise...your dating someone named blaise <img src=http://www.theunholytrinity.org/cracks_ ... laughA.gif ALT=":lol"> i love it....keep it up <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>"You Englishmen are always so..Bloody hell, sodding. Blimey. Shagging. Knickers. Bollocks. Oh, God, -I'm- English"~Spike </center><a href=http://pub84.ezboard.com/bmajiklmoonsrealm><img src=http://members.aol.com/majiklmoon/image ...

Anonymous · Post by **Anonymous** » Thu Jan 24, 2002 1:19 am

I'm so glad someone finally made fun of Blaise's name!! It has been on my mind the whole time. But, somehow, he seems like a Blaise, so the name fits. I love that she just left him there. So mean, yet who really cares, maybe he'll get mad and go home!! Ya know, I'm getting a Tess vibe from him--the male version of the gerbil! <img src=http://www.ezboard.com/intl/aenglish/im ... /devil.gif ALT=":evil"> I am really loving this story. I know it is supposed to be different, and maybe AU, but I am dying to know what is causing the throbbing--could it be that the little green men are going to make an appearance? <img src=http://www.data-techniques.net/cwm/cont ... /alien.gif ALT=":alien"> I can't wait--post more soon! What are you waiting for? <img src=http://www.theunholytrinity.org/cracks_ ... xhello.gif ALT=":clap"> Edited by: <A HREF=http://pub84.ezboard.com/udreamer417.sh ... amer417</A> at: 1/23/02 11:21:38 pm

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