This is a fic that Angie and I wrote together. Max and Liz are a couple, however, all the other couples are UC.
WHERE DO WE GO FROM HERE?
By Ann and Angie
Multiple UC
Rating: Mature to Adult
Disclaimer: We do not own any of the characters in our story. (Although we all wish we could call Max Evans our own, it just does not work that way. Darn it anyway!) Though most of the situations are ours, some were taken directly from the show and do not belong to us.
This was our very first fanfic that we wrote together. We hope you all enjoy it and look forward to ANY feedback!
Part 1
September 21, 1999. My name is Liz Parker and I am distracted. No matter where I go or what I am doing, I am hopelessly distracted. I first saw him when I was six years old. I was playing dodgeball with my best friend Maria and then there he was getting off the bus. There was something interesting about him. He was quiet and reserved acting but something about him stuck out. I couldn’t explain it. I just knew he was different. I have spent the last ten years of my life thinking about that day. I have been trying my best to figure him out but all I can seem to come up with is that he is tall, dark and mysterious. And very attractive!. This boy I have only spoken to one time. The only contact I have had with him at all was when I was coming out of my Algebra class and was not paying attention and smacked right into him causing him to drop everything he had in his hands. The only words I could muster up was “Oh…uh…I…I’m so sorry.” I mean come on, how lame could I possibly be? But, I will always remember his response. “Don’t worry about it Liz. It was my fault. I was distracted.” I wonder what he would think if he knew I was completely and totally in love with him. He would probably think I was just some crazy immature little girl who had nothing better to do than to daydream about him. Since when do I care about what others think about me anyway? Since the day I collided (literally) with Max Evans.
Boy, if Liz had known when she made that journal entry three weeks ago, if only she had known she would be shot and brought back to life by an alien and that her life would do a total 360 in a matter of minutes, she might have just stayed in bed that morning. But, she was glad she didn’t stay in bed. Things got really weird for her that day. Not only did Max Evans, the boy she had been in love with for years, save her life, but when he put his hand on her stomach and looked into her eyes, something happened.
She began to see and feel things. Strange things. She saw a group of cocoon looking things. Then there were three children, two boys and a girl, walking through the desert. But the strangest thing, the thing that confused her the most was when she saw herself. She was a little girl, about six years old playing dodgeball with Maria just like in her journal entry. What did it all mean?
While Liz was thinking about the events that molded the last three weeks of her life, she heard a bell ring. It was the bell on the top of the door of her parent’s restaurant, The Crashdown Café where she worked. Someone had come in and before she could look up to see who it was, Maria placed a hand on Liz’s shoulder.
“You have company.” Maria said almost sarcastically.
Liz looked up only to see Max Evans looking at her. He looked scared.
She walked over to where he was standing and looked into his eyes.
“Max, whats wrong? You look like you’ve seen a ghost or something.” Liz said.
His only words were “We have a problem Liz.”
She was afraid to ask, but had to know what he was so worried about.
“What is it Max?”
His response pierced through her like a knife through soft butter.
“Valenti knows.”
TBC…
Where Do We Go From Here (M/L Mature)
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Where Do We Go From Here?
Rating: PG
Disclamer: We still do not own any of the characters used in this story. We only own most of the situations we put them in although a few are taken directly from the show.
Hope you all enjoy!
~Part Two~
Liz’s thoughts before now had been pretty academic. She had been getting ready for a test in Literature for the past week and she had to go over it again after closing tonight. Her thoughts had been on whether or not her mind could still digest anything comprehensible. Usually when Liz closed down at night it was all she could do to keep her feet going up the stairs, her body from ignoring the need for a shower and just plunging headfirst into the bed! But since her test was in the morning, that was out of the question. So her concerns had quickly doubled. Would she get anything out of tonight to pass tomorrow? Ordinarily an A student, Liz would have felt confident…had she not been so distracted with thoughts of Max. As of late, in her Literature class, Liz’s favorite poets till now were Frost and Shakespeare—and since the test was primarily on Frost and Shakespeare’s works, it should be fine.
Liz’s favorite poem by Frost was The Road Not Taken. How odd that the road that she had taken had taken her to Max Evans! Or to the point, brought him into the Crashdown at four in the afternoon, with the most startling of news that brought Liz out of her past trivial thoughts of tests and school and into a higher level of stress. Max had just said that Sheriff Valenti knew things about that day. He knew. How much did he know? She wondered. How much could he really know? I mean it was so fast, so here and gone that there was no way he could know what happened that afternoon, three weeks ago, when her life was nearly completely taken from her. Technically she had been gone, but Max had saved her. He had brought her back. Max had thought enough of Liz to want to help her, bring her back. Now the Sheriff and his croonies that were alien hunters, wanted to spoil something so beautiful, so private between Max and Liz. It felt wrong to Liz. Why should someone who was so good and kind be afraid of his very life? And it wasn’t just Max, it was Isabel, his sister, and Michael, their friend. They two were aliens. And just as hunted, just as robbed of any freedom that humans often took for granted. Liz had been among them, she was ashamed to say.
Max had become in three weeks time so very much to Liz. And though she knew that his sister and friend didn’t think she was a good friend to trust, Liz was grateful that Max hadn’t shut her out. Now, she would do anything for him. Anything included putting aside trickles of nerves over tomorrow’s exam. It was forgotten. Looking up at him, at a frightened Max, Liz took his hand and said, “Come with me.” She led him to a table in the far back away from everyone else. Speaking low, Liz said, “Okay, you say that Valenti knows. What can he know? I mean that was almost a month ago, Max. And it happened so quickly…I doubt anyone could have known.” Liz smiled to help Max feel less threatened, but inwardly she figured it was futile. How would she feel if her life was in jeopardy every second of every day? Probably more upset than he looked.
Secretly, Liz had indeed thought of Max. She did again sitting across from him in the Crashdown this afternoon. Spacing off for a moment, just to recap her feelings, Liz reflected. Secretly, she had always wondered who Max Evans was. Now she felt sure he was special and she had a difficult time deciding if it was a mere admiration of his strength and courage in a harsh world or if it was indeed something more, something stronger. Telling herself she didn’t have time to dwell, Liz waited with a smile for Max to reply. Had he replied? It seemed he did for he was looking at her with expectant brown eyes and a wide grin!
Blushing foolishly, Liz said, “What was that Max? I’m sorry…I was trying to process everything.”
Max nodded, trying to hide the fact that he knew she was staring, as he said, “Me too. Michael says he got wind of Valenti learning of things, things he shouldn’t know about, that apparently he firmly believes happened differently that day. Different from our story. If you know what I mean.”
Afraid she did Liz let out a deep breath and said “So what did Michael learn? Is he planning on going to the authorities?”
Max let up his hands and said, “I don’t know. Truthfully, I have no idea how much he knows, Liz, so I don’t know what his next move is. All I heard was that he is aware. And that makes us sitting ducks, waiting for…for anything.”
Liz couldn’t compute the sheriff knowing a cotton-picking thing. The truth was she knew Sheriff Valenti, from previously dating his son, and he didn’t seem to know anymore than anyone else in town did. Rolling her eyes in agitation and exhaustion, never in sarcasm to Max, Liz said, “Let’s not overreact, Max. I mean I have this feeling that Valenti is riling us all up. Just trying to poke for information. Maybe let out a half-baked leak that will scare us into caving.”
Max asked, “So you think it is a scare tactic?”
Folding her arms on the table, Liz leaned in some and said, “Why not?”
Max ran a hand over Liz’s, surprising them both, and said, “I guess it does sound farfetched to believe the sheriff could know anything.”
Liz angled her head alertly as she said, “I won’t say he knows nothing. This is too small a
town to be that blind, but small towns are huge for inventions of the most absurd kind. You know the fisherman who had a fish that was five inches and by the time he told everyone in town he had caught it, the thing became a foot in size?”
Max nodded chuckling, as he said, “Who hasn’t heard of that one?”
Liz grinned sheepishly at the comparison and said, “Sorry for the analogy, but it applies here. Roswell is a town full of those fishermen who live to stretch an inch to a mile. But Max, I can’t say that he should be given reign to talk without at least getting some insider information of our own.”
Max nodded in agreement, saying, “Good idea. We’ll plant each of us around town at different times of the day when out of school to get a feel on what is going on, what is being said. Thank you, Liz, for listening to me.”
Liz looked up at Max and said lost, “Max…you don’t ever have to say that to me. Not ever. You know that if you need me, or any of us, Maria, Alex, we will be here and will help in anyway we can.” She couldn’t add that she would do anything for him personally because she loved him. That would seem ridiculous when lives were at stake.
Max touched Liz’s cheek and said, “I know that, Liz.” His hand hovered over her face for a long period of time. Liz didn’t mind it at all. But she guessed time was getting past them so she probably should appear to be reasonable, even if she’d like him to go on holding her like this from now till forever. Removing his hand was difficult because it sent surges of intimate feelings through her. But she fought them back as she said, “We have work to do, Max.”
Max stood with Liz and said, “I’ll come by later, to let you in on the latest.”
Nodding, Liz said, “I’ll be home. Want a shake to go…to give inspiration?”
Max grinned and said, “No thanks. Maybe next time.” With that, Liz watched as Max left the Crashdown, no voices were in the background. All the customers may as well have disappeared. Her focus was on Max Evans and what he had come to mean to her…which was everything….
TBC...
Rating: PG
Disclamer: We still do not own any of the characters used in this story. We only own most of the situations we put them in although a few are taken directly from the show.
Hope you all enjoy!
~Part Two~
Liz’s thoughts before now had been pretty academic. She had been getting ready for a test in Literature for the past week and she had to go over it again after closing tonight. Her thoughts had been on whether or not her mind could still digest anything comprehensible. Usually when Liz closed down at night it was all she could do to keep her feet going up the stairs, her body from ignoring the need for a shower and just plunging headfirst into the bed! But since her test was in the morning, that was out of the question. So her concerns had quickly doubled. Would she get anything out of tonight to pass tomorrow? Ordinarily an A student, Liz would have felt confident…had she not been so distracted with thoughts of Max. As of late, in her Literature class, Liz’s favorite poets till now were Frost and Shakespeare—and since the test was primarily on Frost and Shakespeare’s works, it should be fine.
Liz’s favorite poem by Frost was The Road Not Taken. How odd that the road that she had taken had taken her to Max Evans! Or to the point, brought him into the Crashdown at four in the afternoon, with the most startling of news that brought Liz out of her past trivial thoughts of tests and school and into a higher level of stress. Max had just said that Sheriff Valenti knew things about that day. He knew. How much did he know? She wondered. How much could he really know? I mean it was so fast, so here and gone that there was no way he could know what happened that afternoon, three weeks ago, when her life was nearly completely taken from her. Technically she had been gone, but Max had saved her. He had brought her back. Max had thought enough of Liz to want to help her, bring her back. Now the Sheriff and his croonies that were alien hunters, wanted to spoil something so beautiful, so private between Max and Liz. It felt wrong to Liz. Why should someone who was so good and kind be afraid of his very life? And it wasn’t just Max, it was Isabel, his sister, and Michael, their friend. They two were aliens. And just as hunted, just as robbed of any freedom that humans often took for granted. Liz had been among them, she was ashamed to say.
Max had become in three weeks time so very much to Liz. And though she knew that his sister and friend didn’t think she was a good friend to trust, Liz was grateful that Max hadn’t shut her out. Now, she would do anything for him. Anything included putting aside trickles of nerves over tomorrow’s exam. It was forgotten. Looking up at him, at a frightened Max, Liz took his hand and said, “Come with me.” She led him to a table in the far back away from everyone else. Speaking low, Liz said, “Okay, you say that Valenti knows. What can he know? I mean that was almost a month ago, Max. And it happened so quickly…I doubt anyone could have known.” Liz smiled to help Max feel less threatened, but inwardly she figured it was futile. How would she feel if her life was in jeopardy every second of every day? Probably more upset than he looked.
Secretly, Liz had indeed thought of Max. She did again sitting across from him in the Crashdown this afternoon. Spacing off for a moment, just to recap her feelings, Liz reflected. Secretly, she had always wondered who Max Evans was. Now she felt sure he was special and she had a difficult time deciding if it was a mere admiration of his strength and courage in a harsh world or if it was indeed something more, something stronger. Telling herself she didn’t have time to dwell, Liz waited with a smile for Max to reply. Had he replied? It seemed he did for he was looking at her with expectant brown eyes and a wide grin!
Blushing foolishly, Liz said, “What was that Max? I’m sorry…I was trying to process everything.”
Max nodded, trying to hide the fact that he knew she was staring, as he said, “Me too. Michael says he got wind of Valenti learning of things, things he shouldn’t know about, that apparently he firmly believes happened differently that day. Different from our story. If you know what I mean.”
Afraid she did Liz let out a deep breath and said “So what did Michael learn? Is he planning on going to the authorities?”
Max let up his hands and said, “I don’t know. Truthfully, I have no idea how much he knows, Liz, so I don’t know what his next move is. All I heard was that he is aware. And that makes us sitting ducks, waiting for…for anything.”
Liz couldn’t compute the sheriff knowing a cotton-picking thing. The truth was she knew Sheriff Valenti, from previously dating his son, and he didn’t seem to know anymore than anyone else in town did. Rolling her eyes in agitation and exhaustion, never in sarcasm to Max, Liz said, “Let’s not overreact, Max. I mean I have this feeling that Valenti is riling us all up. Just trying to poke for information. Maybe let out a half-baked leak that will scare us into caving.”
Max asked, “So you think it is a scare tactic?”
Folding her arms on the table, Liz leaned in some and said, “Why not?”
Max ran a hand over Liz’s, surprising them both, and said, “I guess it does sound farfetched to believe the sheriff could know anything.”
Liz angled her head alertly as she said, “I won’t say he knows nothing. This is too small a
town to be that blind, but small towns are huge for inventions of the most absurd kind. You know the fisherman who had a fish that was five inches and by the time he told everyone in town he had caught it, the thing became a foot in size?”
Max nodded chuckling, as he said, “Who hasn’t heard of that one?”
Liz grinned sheepishly at the comparison and said, “Sorry for the analogy, but it applies here. Roswell is a town full of those fishermen who live to stretch an inch to a mile. But Max, I can’t say that he should be given reign to talk without at least getting some insider information of our own.”
Max nodded in agreement, saying, “Good idea. We’ll plant each of us around town at different times of the day when out of school to get a feel on what is going on, what is being said. Thank you, Liz, for listening to me.”
Liz looked up at Max and said lost, “Max…you don’t ever have to say that to me. Not ever. You know that if you need me, or any of us, Maria, Alex, we will be here and will help in anyway we can.” She couldn’t add that she would do anything for him personally because she loved him. That would seem ridiculous when lives were at stake.
Max touched Liz’s cheek and said, “I know that, Liz.” His hand hovered over her face for a long period of time. Liz didn’t mind it at all. But she guessed time was getting past them so she probably should appear to be reasonable, even if she’d like him to go on holding her like this from now till forever. Removing his hand was difficult because it sent surges of intimate feelings through her. But she fought them back as she said, “We have work to do, Max.”
Max stood with Liz and said, “I’ll come by later, to let you in on the latest.”
Nodding, Liz said, “I’ll be home. Want a shake to go…to give inspiration?”
Max grinned and said, “No thanks. Maybe next time.” With that, Liz watched as Max left the Crashdown, no voices were in the background. All the customers may as well have disappeared. Her focus was on Max Evans and what he had come to mean to her…which was everything….
TBC...