Lost Soul * Roswell/Lost* ADULT* Ch 3-6* 8/11

[magikhands]

Title: Lost Soul
Author: magikhands
Rating: R/ADULT *Slash
Category: Crossover Lost/Roswell
Disclaimer: I own nothing of Lost or Roswell. I just love their men
Summary: Boone finds out the mystery behind the metal hatch that he and Locke found.


AN: This is for Yelsir since he threw the idea out there one night during a chat. As I pondered the picture of these two men together and how in the world to get one on this island in the middle of nowhere, an idea formed. I do have to place a warning here for those who usually read my work. This is actually a story with angst, sex and whatever else I come up with. I hope you like it.




Chapter 1

Boone sat down on the piece of grassy ground and let out a sigh. He looked at the large metal hatch and shook his head. He didn’t think that they would ever get into it. He and Locke had been coming out here for over a week, digging and trying to find a way in, since they had found it. So far, without any major tools, they had gotten nowhere. No one else even knew it was out here. It was just their secret.

In the quiet of the woods, Boone heard a click from the metal near him and then a hissing noise. He jumped up and looked down at the hatch. They had found no handle to open it but suddenly it was starting to move, knocking the dirt free from it. Fear rushed through Boone as he looked around only to find that he was alone. Locke had gone back to the beach for some supplies. Determined to make progress today, Boone had said that he would stay behind and keep working with the meager tools that they had brought with them.

His fear increased as the hatch lifted more, the hissing sounding louder. Boone picked up the small shovel that they had made and held it ready, waiting for someone or something to emerge from the hatch. The metal stopped moving and the sound stopped. He stood there for several minutes and waited, his heart pounding wildly. He was a businessman, not a fighter. He rarely fought growing up in his pampered life and only since crashing on this damned island did he start learning to defend himself. He was tired of being the wuss and was determined to become tougher. But at that moment, his fear had his feet frozen to the ground. He could neither run nor move closer.

Boone held his breath and waited. There was no sound except for the normal sounds of the jungle. Taking a deep breath, he forced one of his feet forward. It felt heavy like lead but he managed to take step after step until he was right in front of the metal that lay in the ground. He stopped and waited, listening. Nothing moved, nothing sounded. He used the end of the shovel and gently pried the metal open, it moved easily.

Boone looked around again before bending down and pulling up on the hatch. He took a step back and raised the shovel, ready for whatever jumped out but nothing did. He stepped forward and cautiously peered down. He found a metal ladder on the side of the hole that led down into darkness. Boone stepped back and looked in the direction that Locke went back to the beach. He briefly wondered if he should wait for the other man to return.

But as he looked down into the blackness, Boone felt that he had to go and see what was down there. He felt drawn to it, as if something deep inside called to him. Beckoned him down to discover its mystery. It was as if the thing waited for him to be alone to disclose its secrets.

Taking a couple of supplies, including a flashlight he carried, Boone carefully started down the iron ladder. Halfway down, he had to turn on the flashlight but it was not very strong and did not penetrate far into the darkness but he kept on with his descent. When he finally reached the bottom, he carefully swept the light around him but he saw little. The temperature down here was a lot cooler than the moist heat outside. He didn’t know if it was the temperature change or the creepiness of the place that sent shivers through his body.

There was a loud clanking sound above him that made him look up. He watched as the hatch closed on it own and then a loud click sounded, indicating that it had locked back. Boone turned and took hold of one of the iron rungs with his hands and prepared to climb back up when dim lights turned on around him. He looked behind and found also that a rainbow of color of lights lit; some steady while others flashed on what looked to be consoles.

Boone let go of the ladder and slowly walked up to the console. The dim lights allowed him better view of where he stood and found that it was a large cavern. There were still corners that were filled with dark shadows and his eyes kept darting toward them, unsure if anyone or anything would jump out from them. He looked down at what looked like a control panel and found strange symbols etched on the metal however these glowed brightly up at him.

He looked up and watched as a black cone, the tip almost touching the ground, slowly lit. Boone gasped and stepped back from the strange contraptions. The cone had turned into a swirl of lights, a mixture of purple, white and black but that was not what gave him the shock. Inside the cone was a male curled up in a fetal position. The man had his back to Boone and all he could see was that he had long dark hair.

Boone felt pulled to the man that lay literally floating inside the strange object, the colors swirling around him. He was fascinated by how such a thing could happen. He stepped toward the device again, this time sidestepping the console so that he could stand right next to the cone. Boone looked up at the man. He looked young and he could see a tattoo on his right shoulder. There was a small upside down triangle in the middle with two swirls going in opposite directions around it. It looked a little like a rough drawing of a whirlwind pattern.

Thoughts of who this man was or rather what he was entered Boone’s mind. As he stood there observing quietly the figure, he ached to see the man’s face. Would he look human, is he human? Boone raised a hand and reached out. He didn’t know why but he felt as if he HAD to touch it. He feared yet anticipated what would happen when he touched it. He couldn’t describe what he was feeling. It was as if he was being led to do this.

When Boone’s fingers touched the smooth surface, he felt that it was vibrating. A hum filled the room but still he could not remove his hand. The vibration ran through his hand, up his arm and into rest of his body. He moaned at the sensations that it caused. It was a very pleasurable feeling and had to close his eyes. His breath quickened as the pleasure built inside. Another moan escaped his throat as he threw his head back in ecstasy. He’d never felt anything like this before.

Suddenly a bright light appeared, filling the cavern. The strange vibrations caused Boone to cry out as his pleasure exploded. His could no longer hold his weight causing him to fall to his knees, finally breaking contact with the device. His breath still labored, he opened his eyes and found that the man who had been floating in the cone now lie before him on the floor.

TBC...

[magikhands]

Chapter 2

“Holy shit.” Boone whispered. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. The man was still curled into a fetal position but he could clearly see that the man was alive, his body trembling.

Boone moved closer, still wanting to see his face. He moved so that he was on the other side of the body and what he saw made him freeze. The man was young, looking no older than 20 years old. He watched as the man’s body continued to tremble when his lips began moving. Boone bent down, trying to hear what the man said.

“They’re all gone.” He heard the man say in a very soft, harsh sounding voice. He could barely hear it but the man was saying it over and over again. Boone sat back up and saw that tears ran from his closed eyes.

Boone didn’t know what to do. He quickly looked around and saw a large cabinet across the room with a small cot nearby. The thought of how ordinary those things were for a place like this was fleeting in his mind. Boone rose on his still weak legs and rushed over to the cabinet. He flung open the door and found a lot of ordinary, everyday supplies. At the bottom, he saw a blanket. He plucked it from its place and went back to the man who still lay on the hard cold floor.

Boone placed the blanket over the shivering being and, not knowing what else to do, sat beside him and took him in his arms. He didn’t know why he did such a thing but it seemed to be the right thing to do at the time. He quickly looked around again, still making sure that no one else was there.

“Liz.” Came a harsh whisper.

Boone looked down at the man in his arms and locked eyes with the most beautiful amber eyes he’d ever seen. Images rushed through his mind. They sped by with a speed that his brain was unable to grasp however he did manage to take hold of a couple images. What he saw frightened him. The images showed a battle that had taken place out in the desert. There were bodies spread around the ground, dead. There was also blood, red human blood.

“Kyle.” The harsh voice said again before the man fell unconscious and closed his eyes.

Boone couldn’t believe what had just happened. Once again, he sat there shocked, looking down at this handsome man’s face.

“What the hell are you?” He asked softly. He looked around again. “What the hell am I supposed to do with you?”

His eyes looked to the small cot then down at the man. Slowly, he rose and lifted the man with him. Boone was happy for the years he’d spent in the gym. He wasn’t as muscularly defined as other men, but he was strong. Boone laid the man on the cot and adjusted the blanket snuggly around him. The man’s shivering had calmed down to a slight tremble.

When Boone adjusted the blanket, he saw a slight glow coming from the man’s chest that he had not seen before. He pulled the blanket back and looked wide-eyed at the five glowing dots on his left chest. They were in the shape of a V, the bottom tip pulsing with the man’s pulse. At the top of his stomach, Boone saw a scar. He pulled the blanket back more and found a long, jagged scar trail down to his hip. He reached out and lightly trailed his finger down the whiteness of the scar. Boone wondered how he got such an ugly mark.

Boone pulled the blanket back up over the man but did not move away. He used a hand and gently brushed the long hair from the man’s face. It was youthful and peaceful at the moment but Boone knew from seeing his eyes earlier that this man had seen a lot of pain in his life.

“What happened to you?”

The man continued to sleep, his chest rising and falling in a smooth rhythm. Boone let out a breath and finally moved away. He went back to the ladder and began to climb up, the darkness engulfing him. When he reached the top, he pushed upon the hatch. It didn’t budge. His hand went all around the top; he found nothing but smooth metal.

“Fuck. Now what?” He asked himself. He didn’t know what to do. Would Locke even know that the hatched had opened when he came back? How long before anyone realized that he was gone? He had to wonder if Shannon would care?

“No!!!” A shout came from below startling Boone. He quickly went back down the ladder and rushed to the man that still lay on the cot. His body was covered in sweat and his head was shaking back and forth as he seemed to fight something in his dreams. Boone knelt beside him and tried soothing him.

“Shhhh…No one will hurt you.” Boone said quietly. He used a hand to sweep the sweat soaked hair from his forehead. With his touch, the man seemed to calm down and was soon back to a peaceful sleep.

Boone turned around and leaned his back against the cot. He was feeling frustrated at not knowing what the hell was going on, who this man was or even where he was. He closed his eyes and tried to relax. He knew that panicking would do no good.



There was a battle going around me from all sides. Guns were popping, as were energy blasts. The heat of the day was well upon them, which I knew was a good thing against the skins. But not all of our enemies were skins and were unaffected by the desert heat.

I lifted my hand and sent energy out of my palm at the ones who called me their enemy. I did not know who they were, only that they wanted to kill my family and me. I looked to my left and found my wife shooting energy from her hand. Her aim was perfect and hitting everything she aimed. On my right was my lover. Kyle was using his shield to deflect the blasts sent our way. We worked well as a team, always had, since we admitted our true feelings.

I felt numb inside. This war had been going on for hours now. We killed many of our enemies but I had also watched those that I love fall. The first casualties were my Earth mother and my wife’s mother. One by one, each parent fell, then Maria. Her beautiful face now lies staring silently up at the clear blue sky. Isabel died when Khivar and Nicholas captured her. She killed Nicholas in the process and managed to hurt Khivar. Michael was the last to fall, only moments ago. His brave actions, took out all but a handful of our enemies.

It was just the three of us left fighting. I could feel their fear and sorrow flowing through my body as they silently pushed back their grief just as I was doing. After all of this, we could grieve.

The hair on my neck rose as I swerved around to find five enemies just yards from us. They had somehow snuck up behind. A blast shot out and hit Kyle in the back. I felt a piece of my soul torn from my body. Instead of numb, I felt empty.

“No!” I screamed as I watched my lover fall to his knees then lie on the sand, eyes closed. Dead, like part of my soul.

I swiftly took care of the five but not before they grazed my with their weapons. I could feel the blood trickle down my arms and legs. Exhaustion and pain wanted to overtake me but I refused.

Liz’s scream made me turn just as she crumbled to the ground. She had rushed over to Kyle’s body and stood next to it while I was killing the five that had snuck up on us. I looked up and saw Khivar standing just feet away with a large grin on his face, looking pleased.

“It’s just you and I Zan. This world is mine now, just as Antar is.”

“I’m still standing Khivar. As long as I live, Earth will have a defender.” I said. Before this all started, I vowed that as long as I lived, Khivar would not take over my home like his did in my past life.

“Not for long hybrid.” He raised his hand just as I did.

Smoke and lights from our energy swirled around us. We got closer and began a hand-to-hand battle. I felt a searing pain across my stomach. When I looked down, Khivar had a small dagger in his hand. He had used it to cut deep into my skin. Gathering as much energy as I could, I disarmed him and fought him until he was lying upon his back on the ground. I put my hand upon his chest and pressed my powers into his body. I felt the heat under my hand as his insides began to melt. Khivar screamed in agony as I watched him die. My enemy for two lifetimes. The man who had now taken two sets of families from me.

“Max.”

I turned and found that Liz was looking up at me. Blood trickled from the corner of her mouth. I crawled over to her, my body finally feeling the strain that I had placed upon it and the wounds that had been inflicted.

“Oh god, Liz.” I removed her hand from her stomach, the place that Khivar had shot a blast at her. She was dying and I had to save her. I placed my hand over her wound and tried to gather my energy. I felt her hand try to tug on mine. I looked down.

“No Max. Not this time.”

“Liz.” I cried, tears finally falling upon her. “Let me heal you.” I begged.

“Use what energy you have left and heal yourself Max. You have to live.”

“I can’t. Not without you…or Kyle.” I look over to where my lover lay. Death had claimed him as soon as he fell.

“Kyle and I made peace with our deaths before this battle started. It is not yet your turn.”

“You knew that you were going to die?” I couldn’t believe what she was saying. She knew that she was going to die out here and still she came. “Kyle knew?”

“We saved Earth but you still have a job to do.”

“What? Rule a planet that I’ve never seen? Fuck that Liz. This is my home. You and Kyle are my home. I can’t do this without the two of you.”

I watched as Liz closed her eyes for a few seconds and coughed. She was dying in my arms. My wife was dying and I could do nothing to save her. My whole life had fallen apart in a matter of hours. My family, friends, gone. All gone. Now my lover, the man I’d loved for so many years but was afraid that he would reject me, lay dead next to me. We wasted so much time with the pettiness while we were in high school. Time that I could no longer get back. I could not even say goodbye.

Time with my wife was wasted also. We had let too much come into our lives and take the little time we had left. We were so thoughtless. I took a hand and gently brushed back a strand of hair behind her ear. Even as she lay dying, she was still the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen. I felt so drained and knew that I would not have the energy to heal her.

She opened her eyes and looked lovingly up at me. “I have loved you with all I had to give, just as Kyle has loved you. We will always be with you but you will love again Max. You will find strength in that love to do the right thing.”

“No, no. You can’t leave me.” I cried, holding her closer to me. “I will never love again.”

Liz took several shaky breaths. She felt heavy in my arms. I was growing weaker. “Find your son. He needs your knowledge. He needs someone to guide him as he grows. But don’t do it alone. He will find you and he will love you as much as Kyle and I do.” She coughed several times, blood spewing out. “I love you Max.” She reached up and touched the side of my temple. There was a small glow from her hand and I felt a rush of love flow through my body. Within my mind, images of Liz and Kyle’s lives rushed in. All their happiness and grief accompanied it. Her hand gently caressed my face as it moved to my heart. “We will always be here.”

I watched as her hand slipped down my chest and her eyes close. She took her last breath and then she was gone. I felt the last remaining part of my soul die. With each death of my family, a piece was taken until I had nothing left.

“NO!” I screamed as I held her tightly against me. I rocked her back and forth. It was too soon. We had spent such short time together. My eyes went to the body of my lover and wept for him. All around, I saw the bodies of my loved ones, dead, bleeding. “I want to die too. Please let me die.”


Boone’s head jerked up as he woke suddenly from the dream. His chest hurt as he felt his heart squeeze tightly in his chest. He looked over at the still unconscious man.

“Holy fuck!”

TBC...

[magikhands]

Chapter 3

Boone was unable to fall back to sleep after his dream. He felt restless, unable to get the images from his mind. His heart felt heavy with sorrow, as if somehow, the grief the man in the dream felt was transferred to him. Boone stood and decided to take a look around the room.

After about an hour of inspecting the place, Boone decided that this cavern was some sort of fall-out shelter. He found supplies and food within the cabinets and a closet. There was a door that led to a small bathroom with running water. This amazed him. Everything seemed in working order but the equipment were only several years old.

Once he took inventory of all that was there for use, he went back to the console. His fingers traced the strange symbols that decorated the panels. He touched a symbol that looked much like an eye and it lit then he heard a sliding noise. He took a step back and looked down to find that a compartment under the console had opened. He knelt and looked in. There were several objects inside. One by one, he took them out. The last item he took out was a stack of journals. He placed them next to the other objects and took the top book. It was brown and looked worn. Boone let his curiosity get him and he opened the cover. The writing was neat and legible, proof that a girl had written it.

September 23, 1999
Journal entry one.

I'm Liz Parker and five days ago I died. After that, things got really weird....

That first sentence got his attention but before he could read further a voice sounded in the quiet chamber.

“Where am I?”

Boone put the book down and went over to the man. He knelt by the cot and looked into the man’s eyes. No visions or flashes occurred like last time and felt relieved at that. He’d had enough strange things happen since crashing on this damned island.

“I honestly don’t know. I was hoping you could tell me.” Boone said.

The man looked him with confusion. “Who are you? And how is it that you don’t know where we are?” His voice was low and scratchy and he coughed, trying to clear it.

Boone got up and retrieved a bottle of water that he found. He opened it and helped the man sit up so that he could drink some of it. When he laid the man back down Boone rubbed the back of his neck.

“My name is Boone. And as far as I know, we are on an island in the middle of nowhere.”

The man struggled to sit back up but was unable without Boone’s help. Once he was settled sitting up on the cot, his back leaning against the wall, the man took several more sips of water.

“My name is Max. Max Evans. And you say that we are on an island?”

Boone nodded. “Actually, right now, we are beneath it. You don’t know how you got here?” He was trying to be patient with this man. He tried to remember that he had come out of some strange cone shaped device and had been out of it for hours.

Max shook his head. “Right now, my head is a jumbled mess. I barely remember who I am. Please, will you tell me how it is that you found me?”

“Well, it is really quite strange really.” Boone started.

“I have a feeling that strange is normal for my life.” Max said with a slight smile.

“Ok, well, about five weeks ago I was on a plane going home to the United States from Australia. Suddenly we hit some turbulence and the next thing I know, it’s total chaos on the beach. The plane broke into three pieces, those of us in the middle were the only ones that really survived.”

“How many?”

“I’m not exactly sure but at least 40 of us.”

“But doesn’t the aircraft have black boxes to track them.”

“Yeah, that’s what we were hoping for but something happened and we ended up 100 miles off course. The pilot, before he died told Jack and Kate that. We’ve been doing signal fires at night but really we are just trying to survive. There are things on this island. Things that are dangerous.”

“Like what?” Max asked, curious.

“Well, we killed a polar bear. And some strange man kidnapped on of the survivors that is pregnant, then there’s some mysterious French woman that is crazy who’s been here for 16 years. Now, Locke, he’s another survivor, while we were out looking for Claire found this hatch.” Boone pointed above him to indicate that it’s the opening to where they were.

“Where is Locke?” Max looked around the room for another person.

“Up there somewhere. We’ve been coming here for a week trying to find a way in. He left me alone to go back for some things and that’s when it opened all by itself.”

“And you came to investigate?”

Boone nodded. “But the hatch closed when I got in here and I can’t find a way to get it open. You….you were floating around in that.” He pointed to the cone device.

Max followed where his finger pointed and stared at the now black cone. “The Granolith.” He whispered.

“What?”

Max moved and tried to get up from the cot. He was weak and struggled. Boone automatically helped him stand.

“You really should lie back down Max.”

“No. Take me over there.”

Boone helped Max over to the strange thing. Max let go of his shoulder and leaned on the side of the console.

“What did you do?” He whispered to himself. “Why did you do this? I wanted to die. I wanted to be with my family.”

Boone was confused. Who was Max talking to? Was he as crazy as the French woman that Sayid told them about? He watched as tears gathered in Max’s eyes. He felt the sudden urge to comfort this man, to sooth his pain somehow.

Max reached out and touched the cone. It flared to life again, colors of purple, white, and black swirling around. There was a bright flash that made Boone squint his eyes but he clearly saw the blue light that traveled to Max’s hand, up his arm, and through his body. Once more the tattoo of the five dots glowed, the point pulsing the brightest. Max moved slightly and saw that the strange swirl tattoo also glowed.

“Max?” This was really scaring Boone. He didn’t know what was going on.

The lights calmed until they faded as did the tattoos on Max’s body. Max fell to his knees sobbing. Boone knelt beside him.

“Oh god. I remember it all now. They are all gone. Dead. But I’m alive. I don’t deserve this. It should be me that’s dead. Me! They all died because of me.”

There was so much anguish and pain in Max’s voice; it brought tears to Boone’s eyes as he listened to him. The dream that he’d had was very vivid in his mind again. He saw again the dead bodies lying around the desert sand. He felt the pain that the man in the dream felt as his wife and lover died right before his eyes.

“That was you, wasn’t it?” Boone asked as he laid a hand on Max’s arm. “That dream I had. Of the battle in the desert. That is what you are talking about.”

Max lifted his head, his pain evident in his tear filled eyes. “You had a dream? You saw a battle?”

Boone nodded. “Liz was your wife. And Kyle…” his voice trailed of as realization hit. He backed up from Max, fear shining in his eyes. “But how…how did you do that?”

Max shook his head. “I don’t know. I was supposed to have died but the Granolith.” He looked up at the swirling colors. “Somehow it saved me. What year is it?”

“What are you?” Boone asked, not seeming to hear Max’s question. He backed further away, scared of what he’d seen, what had happened to him.

“I told you who I am.”

“No.” Boone shook his head. “You’re not human. You’re…I don’t know, but this.” He waved his arms indicating the console and Granolith. “This is not human technology.”

“Calm down.” Max stood and finally realized that he had no clothing on. His face flushed red and looked back to the cot where the blanket that had covered him had fallen to the floor. He felt that his strength had returned. It was the Granolith that had done this to him. It had cleared his mind and returned all of his memories. He walked over to the cot, picked up the blanket and wrapped it around his waist before turning back to Boone.

“I have a story to tell you. It is rather long so I would suggest that you make yourself comfortable. Will you sit and listen before you freak out on me again?” When he used the word ‘freak’, an image of Maria surfaced. He fought the grief that accompanied the memory, knowing that she’d never call him ‘girlfriend’ again. He pushed it back and waited for Boone.

Boone looked at Max, his mind turning the images that he saw over and over in his head. It was Max that he had seen in his dream. It was he that had lost all of his loved ones, that felt so much grief that he wanted to die. But he also realized that he was stuck in this fall-out shelter with the same man who wept over his loss. Would an evil alien do that? Seeing that he really didn’t have a choice, he reluctantly nodded but he sat on the floor where he stood, not wanting to get closer than he had to.

Max sighed. He’d just woken from who knows how long of a sleep and he was already tired. His emotions were a mess. He didn’t know whether to laugh, cry, or scream. He saw that Boone was not going to move closer so he sat on the cot and took a deep breath.

“First off, what year is it?”

“It’s 2005.” Boone answered.

“Oh Buddha.” Max mumbled. “Great, now I’m sounding like…” The thought of saying his lover’s name brought tears to his eyes. He would never again feel Kyle’s body next to his, never hear his name come from his soft, kissable lips. Max stopped that train of thought and steeled himself to travel back to memory lane.

“Well, really it all started when our ship crashed outside of Roswell, New Mexico back in 1947.” Max began his tale.

Max told Boone everything. From emerging from the pods, to healing Liz, to running away from Roswell on graduation day.

“We were on the run for about eight months when Khivar found us.”

“Khivar, as in the evil alien who killed you in your past lives and tried to get Isabel to go with him back to Antar on her honeymoon?”

Max looked at Boone impressed. He was actually listening to what he was saying. Whether he believed it was still unseen. He had also noticed how Boone had slid closer to Max as he told about his life in Roswell.

“Yes. We decided then that it was time to go back home. We thought that if we were on our own turf, then we could win. When we returned, our parents joined in the fight with us.”

“So this is the big war that Future you told Liz about.”

“I think so but since we completely changed the future, it came 12 years earlier.”

“This battle that I saw in my dream…it was your last one against Khivar?” Boone asked.

Max nodded. “I believe so.”

“Then what? How did you happen to get into that?” Boone pointed to the Granolith.

“After I finally let Liz go, I made my way up to our pod chamber.”

“Wait, I thought it was destroyed when Tess took the Granolith.”
“It was but the chamber that held our pods were still intact. I thought that since I was born there, I could die peacefully there and join the others.” Max stopped and looked up to the swirling mass of colors. “I don’t know what really happened. I remember lying on the ground, waiting for my body to die, for my wounds to finally bleed until I had no more blood. There was a bright flash of light and I felt warm.”

Max paused and looked like his mind had drifted elsewhere. “And?” Boone prompted.

Boone’s voice broke Max’s reverie. He turned back to Boone. “I remember hearing Liz’s voice again. Telling me to find my son. My mind felt crowded as memories that weren’t mine flowed through them. They were Liz’s, Kyle’s, Michael’s, Isabel’s, and Maria’s. My head was pounding, the pain overwhelming. It was as if a computer had downloaded them into my head but I couldn’t hold them.”

Max paused again and scratched at his eyebrow. He noticed was he was doing and stopped and looked at his hand.

“What?” Boone asked, confused by Max’s actions.

“Nothing. Anyway, suddenly all that I felt in my head felt like it was gone yet it was still there. I heard this beeping noise and opened my eyes to find myself floating in a mass of color. There on a strange map that hung in mid-air and there was a light blinking on it. Somehow I knew it was my son, Zan. He was out there. Alive and I hoped safe. Then everything went black. The next thing I remember is waking up here. Three years later.”

Max looked into Boone’s deep blue eyes. They reminded him of Kyle. As he looked at this man, Max could not help his gaze wandering from his eyes to his lips that were red and full. He was very handsome and Max felt a sudden attraction to him. He felt something he never thought he’d feel again. He felt a click in his brain that seemed to open a floodgate of emotions. He bit his tongue, trying to keep control of everything that was flooding his system. It was too soon. It was just yesterday to him that he’d lost the loves of his life. He didn’t need or want anyone to take their place. He didn’t even know why he was still alive.

Boone stood up and paced the room. He didn’t say a word as he kept walking the length of the floor. He would occasionally look over to where Max still sat but he would quickly turn away. The story that Max had woven seemed unbelievable. There can’t be aliens here on Earth. Can there? He talked about a Special Unit that hunted them, of strange jelly-fish alien being possessing humans, of wild, punked out duplicates and mind warping crazy bitches. Surely it was a just a story. But then he would look to the device that Max called the Granolith. That was not human technology. And the dream and vision he had. Where did those come from?

Boone held his head in his hands and stopped walking. He turned and went to Max and knelt.

“What are you doing to me?” He asked Max.

Max shook his head. “I don’t understand. I’m not doing anything.”

“I don’t know what to believe. Something so crazy as what you told me just can’t be real yet…it’s too outrageous and detailed not to be. This can’t be happening.” Boon lowered his head and closed his eyes. His head was pounding and he couldn’t seem to think straight.

“Boone.” Max said softly.

Boone did not raise his head. He felt Max’s hands gently touch the side of his face and lifted it until they were looking at each other.

“I’m sorry.”

“Why me?” Boone asked. Why was he the one that found Max? Why is it that when he looked into this man’s eyes, he felt something for this complete stranger? Feelings that he’d not felt in a long time.

“I don’t know.” Max said, his face coming closer to Boone’s.

Boone watched as Max came closer. He knew what was going to happen and he didn’t move to stop it. He wanted it to happen. He wanted to feel those lips on his. He wanted to forget everything, just once. No crash, no polar bears or monsters in the jungle, no spaceship crash, or aliens. He needed this man like he’s never needed anyone before.

From the first touch, Boone felt the sparks of electricity rush through him. It felt as if his body was humming and it felt good. He opened his mouth and accepted Max to him, letting the soft, tentative kiss deepen. He felt Max’s tongue slip in and caress his. His body grew warm, his arms rising so that his fingers ran through Max’s long, thick hair. Despite the fact that he was floating in an alien device for three years, the hair was soft and silky. Boone moaned and pulled Max closer.

TBC...

[magikhands]

Chapter 4

I sighed with pleasure as I slip smoothly into Kyle’s tightness. No matter how many times we are together, it feels as wonderful and tight as our first time. I bend my head and bite his shoulder hard, leaving my mark on his beautiful body.

“Damn it Evans!” Kyle hissed but he pushes his body against mine at the same time, loving everything I’m doing to him.

“I don’t need another lesson in healing Max.” Liz says as she kisses Kyle’s shoulder, soothing Kyle’s pain with her tender touch.

“Blame it on Kyle.” I moan. “He brings out this primal urge to mark my territory every time I’m with him.” I watch lustfully as Liz kisses Kyle deeply as I continue to rock in and out of our lover’s body. The sight of Kyle and Liz together makes my dick swell as the flame of desire inside of me grows.

Liz breaks away from Kyle, who groans from the loss of her lips on his. She moves and claims my mouth, her tongue aggressively stroking mine. My rhythm slows with Kyle but the inferno inside was on the verge of exploding. Liz moves away from me while one of her hands slide up and down my back with the lightest touch.

“I love watching the two of you together.” Her voice is husky and filled with a need that I’m very familiar with. “Make him cum Max.” She demanded as she brushed her lips against mine again. I have found it very hard to deny Liz of anything and want nothing more than to make her happy.

“Yes my Queen.” My voice is filled with playfulness.

I began to thrust faster and harder into Kyle while I watch as Liz kisses and caresses our lover’s body. I reach around and take Kyle’s thick, hard cock into my hand and begin stroking it. He moans with pleasure as Liz and I take him closer and closer to the edge of his orgasm.

Liz moves her body and slides beneath Kyle. I feel her mouth take hold of my balls and suck as I still pump in and out of my lover.

“Yes…fuck!” I groan. The sensations that assault me consumes my body.

She releases me and I feel her move over to Kyle’s dick, taking it noisily into her mouth. I cold feel my balls slapping against her chin and heard Kyle’s groans mixed with curses as we cause him sweet torture.

I can feel Kyle’s ass begin to clench under our ongoing teasing. He tightens on my swollen cock and I close my eyes only for an instant, letting the ecstasy flow freely through my veins. But when I opened them, it was no longer Kyle that I was fucking and Liz was nowhere to be seen.

“Max.” Boone cried out in ecstasy as he came, his cock in my hand throbbing with each spurt.

Despite my shock, watching Boone cum, his head thrown back in surrender and calling out my name, was deeply erotic. I slammed my dick once more hard into his tight ass and let my seed flow within him.
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Max jerked away from Boone, tearing his lips from the other man. Shock settled in at what he’d seen. A memory had turned into something that had never happened. He turned to the Granolith and saw that the colors were swirling faster than before and brighter. Max got up and walked over to the machine.

“Why are you doing this shit? What do you want from me?” He screamed at it. The only response he got was the colors glowing brighter as if it could actually hear him. “They are all dead and I should be with them!” Max’s anger rose as his emotions swirled dangerously inside much like the colors in the Granolith. The pain of losing his family was still fresh. To him, it had just happened, not three years ago. He felt cheated of death and the ability to be with those that he loved.

Behind him, the water bottle that he’d sat half empty on the floor by the cot exploded, sending water and plastic flying. Surprised, Max turned and looked at it, his heart beating wildly. Realization of what just happened hit him like a ton of bricks. He turned back to the Granolith and shook his head.

“No, you…no, you couldn’t…Damn you…” Max’s voice was filled with disbelief and pain. He took a step back from the Antarian object. “How? No…there’s no way…” He denied as tears slipped from his eyes but he knew that it was true. Somehow, it had been able to do it. In defeat, Max sank to his knees and sobbed. He finally gave in to his pain and sorrow, finally seeing that his family was really gone and they were never coming back. They’d died but he’d been left to suffer the consequence of having no one.




When his lips made contact with Max’s, Boone was able to watch as Max made love with Kyle and Liz. He felt like a voyeur but he could not break the connection. It seemed to be some sort of memory and he felt like an intruder.

Boone could actually feel the love that Max had for Kyle and Liz. The two people that he had risked everything to save. As he watched the three show the love that filled them, Boone could not help but react to the scene that unfolded before him. He felt his body growing warmer and the crotch of his pants tightened. He was very turned on as Max glided in and out of his lover. He could practically feel the pleasure of it.

These strange feelings grew as the image of Kyle changed to himself. It was as if he could truly feel Max fucking him, feel Max’s balls slapping against his body. Boone groaned in response into Max’s mouth. He could feel himself swell and felt as the orgasm took control of his body.

The feeling that had consumed him faded when Max jerked away but the image did not. It was burned into his mind, never to be forgotten. While Max got up, Boone sat in stunned silence, the images running over and over in his head. The water from the exploding bottle splashed on him and knocked him back to reality.

His eyes immediately sought out Max and found him kneeling, sobbing in front of the Granolith. Compassion filled Boone for Max. He’d lost everyone precious to him in a violent way to save Earth from invaders, only to be saved from death by some alien machine and kept hidden away for three years. From these strange visions or flashes, or whatever they are called, he knew that Max was struggling to comprehend everything that had happened.

Boone sighed and pushed the images that still played to the back of his mind. There were more pressing issues to deal with than his own fantasies. He got up off the floor and walked to the closet. He picked out a pair of jeans that he’d found and went over to Max, kneeling beside him.

“Max.” He said softly. He laid his hand on Max’s shoulder drawing the attention he wanted. Max looked up at him with vacant eyes. This tore at Boone’s heart. He hated looking at such beautiful eyes that were so empty. Even when Max first woke, Boone could see they were full of expression. He could see that Max had eyes that betrayed his every emotion but now…they were like blank slates. Nothing.

“Let’s get these on you then let you get some rest.” Boone took charge and helped a despondent Max up and dressed in the jeans. Taking Max by the hand, he led him back to the cot and helped him get settled in. Boone knelt next to Max. He could not resist the urge to run the back of his knuckles across Max’s cheeks where a stray tear had fallen from his bloodshot eyes. It worried him that the only response he got back was a blinking of the eyes.

“Max? That thing…you were yelling at it. What did it do to you?” Boone asked. Though he’d been stuck in his own thoughts, he was able to hear Max’s anguished cries.

Max turned his head to look at Boone. The silence hung heavy in the air and Boone had resigned to the fact that Max was not going to tell him. He put his hands on the cot and prepared to stand up when Max’s soft voice made him stop.

“It joined them to me forever. It took all of their essences, powers, and memories and it placed them in my head.” Max turned away from Boone toward the wall. This action stopped any other questions that Boone might have asked.

Boone felt the urge to somehow comfort Max but he didn’t know what to do. He didn’t know this man or what would possibly help. His hand reached out to touch Max’s but stopped mid way. He didn’t have anything to say so he retracted his hand and stood. He quickly cleaned up the water mess and retrieved several blankets that he found in the closet. He set up a little make-shift pallet next to the cot, not wanting to be far from Max.

Before he lay down, though he needed the rest desperately, he approached the Granolith. He was still no closer as to figuring out exactly what this thing was. From its reaction to Max, it seemed alive but how can a machine be alive? He couldn’t help the feeling of awe that fell over him every time he looked at it. This…thing had healed Max and kept him alive for three years. How is that possible? He looked over to the resting Max then back to the Granolith.

“Why are you doing this to him? All he wanted was to be with his family and you took that away from him.” His voice was low, almost a whisper.

‘Find your son. He needs your knowledge. He needs someone to guide him as he grows.’

The words that Liz spoke to Max before she died lingered in the room. Boone turned to where Max slept to see if he had heard it too. There was no movement from him. He turned back to the Granolith. Surely he didn’t just hear the voice of a dead person…did he? Well stranger things have happened recently decided Boone.

“But why me?” his whisper could barely be heard but he watched as the Granolith answered only by swirling faster and becoming brighter before dying back down to a calm, steady pulsing rhythm.

Weary and still unsure about what part he will play in all of this, he walked over to his pallet and lay upon it. It took a long time for his mind to calm down, Liz’s words of what Max needed to do echoing. He closed his eyes and finally slipped into a dream filled slumber.

TBC...

[magikhands]

Chapter 5

Max woke and still couldn’t believe that he was truly alive and three years had passed. His mind tried to continue with its grieving; thinking of the friends and family that he lost but he pushed his grief back, tired of the emotional roller coaster. He was alive no matter how it happened.

He lay on the cot, looking up at the darkened ceiling of the shelter that had kept him safe. He closed his eyes and he could not stop the thoughts of the last time everyone was together. It was the day before their battle with Khivar in the desert. The six weary travelers had returned to Roswell days before and reunited with their parents. The Government was no longer on their tail but Khivar had been able to track them down. As a group, it was decided that they would return home and fight there.

Max remembered all of the parents’ reaction to their return. They were welcomed with embraces and words of love but then it all turned to –I’m parent, you child- lecture. Liz had sent her journal to her parents and they shared it with the others so everyone was up to speed on the events that had happened to their children for three years of high school. The lectures were actually refreshing after being on the run for eight months so none really minded at all.

The Parkers were not happy that Liz and Max got married already, especially without them being there to witness their only child tie the knot. Nancy had pulled Liz aside and actually asked if she was pregnant. Liz took it good-naturedly and smiled, answering her mother truthfully, no. Nancy was relieved and they did not haggle them about it any longer. What was done was done they said and seemed genuinely happy that their daughter appeared very happy.

Isabel was reunited with Jesse. He did not leave for Boston after his wife left but stayed behind in Roswell with the hope that she would one day come home again. He swore that they would never be separated again. Max knew that they died together, Jesse trying to save her from Khivar and Nicholas. Never to be separated again.

Michael had to adjust to the sudden attention from Amy and the Evans’. They had swooped down on him in an instant. Max and the other’s could not help but laugh at the sudden panicked look that came over his face as they continued to pour attention to him.

Maria and Kyle were not happy at all when it was announced that Valenti and Amy got married shortly after the six left. They both started freaking out a little and pacing the floor while talking to themselves. That gave everyone a good laugh. In the end, they resolved themselves to being siblings and vowed never to allow a discussion about what their parents did behind closed doors start. They just didn’t want to think that their parents still did those type of things. In the eight months that they had spent together traveling around the US, Maria and Kyle had already started acting like brother and sister so they didn’t think it would change much.

The hardest part about confronting their parents was telling them about the relationship that he, Kyle and Liz shared. This shocked all six adults. The three stood there, hands interlocked with each other while Michael, Maria, and Isabel stood on either side of them for support. There was no other explanation that any of them could give but that Max loved both Liz and Kyle. He had formed a connection, a relationship with them long before he healed them. His power of healing had only brought it up to the surface and allowed the young teenagers to deal with their repressed feelings.

Max didn’t think that the parents really understood that relationship but after everything that they’d been through, they let it go and accepted them for who they were and glad that they had all watched out and loved one another.

That last night together, the entire group met at the Crashdown that Jeff had closed early just for this occasion. Little did Max know that it would be the last day it ever served food again. They had a relaxing dinner, and tried hard not to think of any up coming events that were sure to occur. Khivar was coming, they all could feel it but that night they concentrated on enjoying their family.

After their dinner was done and clean up was finished, Kyle had insisted that he, Max, and Liz had a night to themselves. He had already booked a room where the three spent the night together. They ended up in bed, limbs tangled together and making love all night long. As Max looked back now, he realized that one last night together was Kyle and Liz’s way of saying good-bye. They knew what was to come and they wanted Max to know that he was loved by them.

Max broke out of his reverie and opened his eyes to look down at the man who had somehow brought him back to real life. He lay there and studied the man. His boyish good looks were covered up by a several day old hair growth on his face with smears of dirt clinging to his skin and clothing. His dark hair was tussled and long, falling nearly over his eyes. Max let his gaze trail down the lean body then back up to the pretty face. He was not built as muscular as Kyle or even Michael but this man was very appealing to the sight.

He continued his inspection of Boone and found that he actually looked peaceful as he slept. His face was relaxed and the stressed expression that he’d seen since waking from the Granolith was gone. Boone looked so young but he had to guess that he was in his mid-twenties. Though Max still felt as if he were only 20, he was now 23 and that felt weird knowing that he’d lost three years of his life. But it seemed to be a path his life took. He’d spent 40 years in an incubation pod developing then three years in an alien machine. He could only hope that it the cycle was done.

Boone turned over in his sleep, bringing Max’s thoughts back to the man. Yes, he was very handsome and he felt a strong physical attraction to him. But Max knew that it was too soon. He could not phantom the thought of loving anyone other than Liz or Kyle. Boone was a stranger to him.

‘We will always be with you but you will love again Max. You will find strength in that love to do the right thing.’

Liz’s words echoed in his memory but he denied the thought of ever loving anyone else. But even as he vowed off love, he reached down and swept a section of hair from Boone’s face, the movement filled with tenderness.

“I can’t Liz. Not now, not ever.” He whispered into the room but even as he spoke the words, a familiar warm tingling ran through his body. It was not as strong but it was the same feeling he got every time he watched Liz or Kyle sleep. He sighed as he stared at his new ‘roommate’. Inwardly he denied the feelings that were fighting to surface. He would not, could not afford to let anyone get that close to him again. He was determined to try and stay detached from Boone. But the feel of the man’s lips on his was still vivid in his memory. Boone’s lips were soft, his taste musky. As much as he wanted to sample the sweetness again, Max knew that he had to stay away from that temptation.

Max ran an hand through his hair then got up and walked to the bathroom where he would take the hottest… ok, maybe the coldest shower he’d ever had as he found the crotch of his pants pushing tightly upon his stiffened dick.

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Max emerged from the bathroom sometime later feeling refreshed physically and emotionally. It was as if the water has swept away most of the confusion and cleared his head. He put the jeans that Boone had slipped on him again along with an olive green button up shirt that he’d found with some other clothing in a closet by the bathroom door.

Max’s gaze fell on Boone who was now awake and sitting up, his back against the cot. In his hands was a book that he was reading and a small stack lay next to him on the floor. His eyes looked over the rough, dirty appearance of the other man.

“You know…I would have thought that after six weeks stranded on an island, the first thing you would have done was make use of a hot shower.” Max said, making his presence known and walked toward him.

Boone looked up and his heart seemed to have stopped pounding. The man that was walking toward him was not the same one that he remembered coming from the Granolith. Where a scared, grief-stricken, confused boy had been, now stood a majestic, confident man. It was a complete turn about in his demeanor. Max now stood straight and had a certain aura about him…a Kingly one.

Boone also had to ponder how such a gorgeous man could look sexier fully clothed. He had to consciously make sure his mouth was closed and no drool dripped from his lips. The shirt was of perfect fit, accenting his muscles in all the right places, the color accenting his honey colored eyes, while his hair, still damp, brushed the collar of his shirt. Boone quickly shook away the sexual thoughts that seeped into his mind and let out the breath he had been holding slowly.

Boone tore his eyes from Max’s graceful body and looked down at his soiled, smelling clothes and wondered why he hadn’t thought of making use of the shower that he’d seen in the bathroom.

“Oh…well…yeah, I’m sorry. I must really be smelling this place up.” Boone started in embarrassment, his head hanging.

Max chuckled, the sound stopped Boone’s stammering attempts at an apology. The warm deep tone sent a shot of desire straight to Boone’s groin, making it tingle. He could feel his blood heat as the sound vibrated in his ears. He bit back a groan with the way his body was reacting.

“It’s alright Boone. You’ve had your hands full taking care of me and I want to thank you. You didn’t have to do all that you’ve done for me.”

Boone raised his head and looked at Max. “It was no problem, I’m glad that I could help. Besides, it’s not like I can get out of here or anything.”

Max sat next to Boon on the blankets. “Yeah, true but I’ll find a way to get us out of here.”

Boone mearly nodded but his thoughts were reeling at the possibility of what would happen if Max found a way for him to get out. Would Max come with him? Did he really want to return to the others? He pushed those thoughts to the back of his mind, something to think about when the time came.

“You seem to be feeling better.” Boone observed. “You’re…I don’t know if this is the right word but happier.”

Max shrugged. “More like resigned to the fact that I’m still alive. It still hurts a lot because it feels like everything happened yesterday, not three years ago. But I should have died three times now in my life…but Liz.” He smiled as he said her name. He had always loved how it rolled off his tongue. “She saved me each and every time. It is apparent that I have a purpose to fulfill in this life. I’m not really sure exactly what yet, but my family sacrificed a lot for me, Liz the most, so how could I not find that purpose?”

Boone only nodded and looked blankly down at the book in his lap. What Max said made since and he felt a little envious of Liz. This woman had meant so much to him, when Max said her name, it was almost like he was saying it in reverence to her. Boone had always longed to be loved that way, to have someone give him the love that could withstand any cruelty that the world threw at them.

As they sat in silence, Max looked over at the book that was lying in Boone’s lap. It was Liz’s first journal, the one that she’d sent back to Roswell to her parents.

“So…” Max broke the silence that weighed heavily in the room. “Do you believe that I am what I say I am?” Max wasn’t sure that he wanted to hear the answer. Boone had been so generous as he cared for him during the trauma he suffered from waking from the Granolith. He’d been nothing but patient with him. But did he think that Max was an absolute crackpot, like one of those people you see that swear that aliens have abducted them?

Boone closed the book and laid it on top of the others. “It’s hard to believe that you’re an alien hybrid king of another planet by just looking at you. And the things that you’ve gone through and the things that I’ve read so far in this.” He indicated to the journal. “It’s like some strange Sci-fi show that they would play on TV. Just you being here says that life on other planets actually exists, that they can take our DNA and mix it with theirs making beings that are just like us. That is really scary.”

“But?” Max prompted when Boone paused.

“I’ve seen some crazy shit since we crashed here. And this…” He indicated to the room that they sat in and the Granolith. “There is no other way but to believe you. My eyes have seen too much not to.”

“Yeah, it’s a pretty wild thought isn’t it? But you are not in some delusional dream, it’s real and I know it can be scary.” Max said and offered a slight shy smile, trying to add a little comfort to his words.

“Thanks.” Boone returned a small smile. “Well, I’m going to get this stench off my body and out of these clothes.” He said as he stood.

“Use a set of those clothes in the closet. They look like that they will fit you fine.”

“And how would you know that they would fit me?” Boone asked good naturedly, raising a brow.

Max chuckled. “I grew up with a sister who was a fashion nut. She was definitely a true Princess.”

Boone smiled. How he loved the sound of Max’s laugh and the smile that accompanied it. “I know exactly what you mean. You should meet my sister.” He said as he walked over to the closet, took some clothing out and went into the bathroom.

Watching Boone, Max realized he knew very little about him. He didn’t know what he did before getting stranded on this island, didn’t know where he was from, if he had family, was he on the plane alone?

‘Are you sure what he is telling you is the truth?’ A voice sounded in his head.

This brought doubt crashing down on Max. He’d had so many people lie to him through the years, how could he ever trust anyone again? Was Boone really who he said he was? Were they really on an island where his plane crashed? Or maybe he was really the enemy who had finally found a way to stop him from whatever he had to do.

Max shook his head. No. Somewhere deep inside, he knew that Boone was telling the truth. He liked Boone and was very impressed on how well he was taking this whole aliens walk among us news.

What Max did not know, was that Boone was at that moment standing in the shower, the hot water running over his body but he kept trembling as if it were freezing cold water that pounded his body. The realization of everything that had happened and what he’d learned had finally set in. He sank down to his knees and just sat there. The images that he’d received from Max hit him full force along with everything that had happened since the plane crash. He bent over and vomited but he had little in his system so his body reverted to the painful process of dry heaving. It seemed an eternity before his body finally calmed down and his mind quieted. He rose slowly to his feet and hoped to enjoy the rest of his shower.

Meanwhile, Max turned and looked down at the stack of books that were sitting near him. He reached out and lightly caressed the cover of Liz’s journal that Boone had been reading. He’d never read it but he knew that Liz had started it right after he saved her life. It told of who he, Michael, and Isabel were. He knew that it contained all the ups and downs of their three years together in high school.

Max could remember the day she told him that she could not find her journal, that it had gone missing. He was so scared. He knew that if the wrong people found out about them, then their life as they knew it was over. And that theory was proven just a short time later when Pierce came to town and later when they graduated. He remembered being pretty pissed at Liz for being careless with such important information but he didn’t let her know how he felt.

In the end, it all turned out well. She said that she found it. When Max had asked where it had been, she simply said that a friend had it. She never did tell him who it was and Max never asked. He figured that everyone had a small secret here and there.

Max moved the journal and found the Destiny book that Tess had brought them lying underneath. Under that was Alex’s translation. The reason he died. Guilt rose in him, even after all these years. When Liz was so adamant about an alien killing Alex, Max had a hard time believing her. He was proven to be very wrong. That had been a hard time in his life and he still was not completely convinced that Tess was not working her mind warping tricks on him.

Max let a chuckle escape as he picked up the next book. “Buddhism of Idiots” It’s bright yellow and black cover standing out even in the dimly lit room. This was definitely Kyle’s idea. He opened the cover and found a note written on the inside in Kyle’s messy scrawl.

In case you need a different kind of peace. It worked for me.
We will be together again,
Kyle

Max blinked back the tears. He was tired of crying, tired of grieving. It was time to start living. He smiled as his fingers ran over the dry ink. In his mind an image flashed. Kyle was sitting at the kitchen table with his father. Kyle had the book on the table and a pen in his hand. The two were laughing about something but it was gone before he could see more.

He closed the book and gently set it aside before picking up the bottom book. It was Liz’s second journal. The one that she started after they left Roswell. He had not read this one either though she offered him to read it several time. He refused each time knowing that what she wrote were her private thoughts. Who was he to intrude in them?

But as the book lay in his hands, he could not resist opening the front cover. Maybe it was time. Maybe he will find out more of how she knew what was going to happen. Why she thought that he had to be saved above them all?

Max looked down and was greeted not by Liz’s beautifully, neat script but two white envelopes. He picked them up and saw that his name was written on each one. The top one was in Kyle’s handwriting while the second on was undeniably Liz’s.

TBC...

[magikhands]

Chapter 6

Max laid the journal down and held the two envelopes. He turned them over several time then used his fingers to lightly trace his name on both of them. They were definitely Liz and Kyle’s handwritings. He closed his eyes, fighting back the tears that were trying to build up and took a deep breath. A sharp pressure landed on his chest. He wanted so desperately to find out what they had to say yet he was terrified at the same time.

Making his decision, Max placed one envelope in his lap then tore open the other. He gently pulled out the paper as if it were a fragile treasure. With great care, he unfolded the paper and began to read the beautiful handwriting that had been written.

My loving husband Max,

This is the first time in my life that I’m having trouble putting my thoughts into words along with the hardest thing I’ve ever had to write. I’m sitting here alone in my old room and looking around at all the memories. There are both good and bad that surround me here but the most prominent are those that have you in them.

I can’t sit here and tell you good-bye. I’m hoping to do that in my own way, especially if Kyle has his way. Max, no matter what happens, never be sorry that you saved my life. You gave me a second chance at life, a life with you in it. A short life with you in it is much better than a long life without you.

I know right now, you are probably confused and angry with me and I’m sorry. But I’ve done everything I have to save you. Yes, I’ve known about the battle for a couple of months now and I’ve tried several times to change the future but the vision kept coming over and over, never changing. I’m sorry I couldn’t save everyone else either but it is meant for only you to survive.

You are probably wondering how you were saved and where you are. Well, that is mostly because of Kyle. The Granolith was the one that contacted him. Yes, he and I have known about its existence on Earth for about a month now and no, we told no one about it. I’m not sure how or why it was able to connect with only Kyle but it did and we saw it as our tool to save you. This great alien machine was able to somehow build the area you’ve been housed in and Kyle and I made sure that you have plenty of supplies and the things that you would want or need. I really can’t explain it more just for the fact that it even has my scientific mind baffled and I don’t want to spend the little amount of time I have left trying to figure out that specific mystery.

Max, through it all, I’ve come to realize that your time on Earth is finished. Since we left Roswell, running first from the government then Khivar, I’ve had many visions. All of them had you in them but none of us. But the one that I’ve seen over and over in my dreams is the one of you standing in front of your throne, your young son by your side, and your consort on your other side.

Max, you have to find your son and take him home. He is not completely human. He is going to grow to be a very powerful man and he will need your help to keep him on the right path. He’s adorable Max. So handsome and smart. He’s got blonde hair much like Tess but his eyes…they are your eyes. A beautiful amber color that are full of expressions. Trust me, you’ll fall in love with him again the first time you lay your eyes on him.

And Max, don’t let your heart grow cold. I couldn’t bear to think that I did everything I have and you not be happy. He’s there, right in front of you and though you may fight it at first, he’s there for the long haul. He will stand by you through everything and will always love you. I know that you’ll never love anyone like me or Kyle and that you’ll never forget us, but Max, he’s right for you. Don’t fight it. You’ve always gone by your instincts. That’s why you saved me and Kyle. You knew deep inside that you needed us. Give him that chance too. He’ll make you very happy.

Ok my love. I must go. It’s time for me to put on my smile and go meet up with you and the others. Know this Max. You have always been my true love and one day we will be together again. I will be able to hold you in my arms and feel your soft lips upon mine. But first, you have a purpose to fulfill and that part of your life doesn’t include any of us from Earth. Take your son home to Antar. Take your throne and be happy.

All my heart and love,

Your loving wife,

Elizabeth Parker Evans


Max sat and wept when he was finished with Liz’s letter. Yes, he was upset that Liz had not told him about her visions. He was upset that she didn’t let him try to help change their future. But he still loved her with all of his heart, and like everything else that had happened in the past, he forgave her. She had truly sacrificed so much to be with him and what he had told her the night that he proposed to her rang true. Whether they had 12 days or 12 years together, he would gladly take what he could as long as he was with her.

Max gently folded the letter and placed it on top of the journal. He picked up the second envelope and hesitated only a moment before opening it. Kyle’s messy scrawl filled the pages.


Dearest Max,

Wow, I never dreamed that I would actually be writing those words. In fact, I never thought I’d have to write this letter to you but Liz said that it would help bring closure with your loss. You know that I’m not really the writer, that’s always been Liz’s job but I will try my best.

First off, I’d like to say thank you. Thank you Max for saving my life. I never did say those words to you in person and I hope you don’t mind me finally saying them now in this letter. I blamed you for a long time as the reason I got shot but now I know that it was me at fault and not you. I wanted so much to see what my father’s obsession with you was that I could not help but follow you that day. I had to see why he was constantly enthralled by you. That day, I found out. And I saw the real you.

I saw the Max Evans that I saw that night that Liz had her blind date. The man that I fell in love with. I guess that it is in my blood, to be attracted to aliens. My grandfather, who everyone thought had gone crazy ranting about aliens walking among us, then my father who was sure that something was not right about you, and now me. That night, the kid who always hid in the background came out, amazingly with only one sip of alcohol.

Did you know that I wanted to kiss you that night. That you were so close to me that all I had to do was lean in just an inch or two and our lips would have met. I have to wonder how different our lives would have been if I’d done that. But I believe that things happened when they were supposed to.

Know that I love you Max and I wish that we could have had more time together. I know that we both let small petty things get between us for too long of a time. You saw the real me the night you healed me yet you waited until I made the first move. Thank you because I don’t think I could have handled it sooner. You’ve always had good instincts and now you are going to need and trust them more than ever.

The Granolith will help you. It will help you achieve your goal and find your son. I’m not sure why or how it was able to contact me. I thought that it was still on Antar but apparently, what was in the pod chamber only moved locations once Tess left Earth. I was able to connect with it and with Liz’s help we were able to use it, to keep you alive. Liz has told me about her visions and together we made sure that your survival happened.

I know that right now you are confused and hurt. You are grieving for your loved ones but we will all be waiting for you when it is your time. I want you to be happy Max. My love for you will always stay in your heart and be a part of who you are but let him in also. Liz has seen him and he sounds quite handsome. Dark hair like Liz and gorgeous blue eyes, reminding you of me. He will truly love you and help you. Let him. That’s all we want, for you to have your time of grief then live. Finish living your life and be happy.

Your son is special Max. The Granolith has been keeping track of him. He’s going to have a great power that when it comes known that he lives, people will want to use him. Protect him. Guide him. Be a good father like Philip was to you, Jim was to me, and Liz’s father was to her. Take those examples and use them to help you.

Before I go, inside this envelope is a key to a safety deposit box in Roswell. Your father helped me set it up but inside will be everything that you need to find your son. Before going back to Antar you will have some unexpected company in your quest. You will be reluctant to accept their help but trust them Max. You will need their help and support. You will build another family unit with them and they will help you achieve your goal.

My hand is now cramped and my tears can no longer be stopped. I don’t want to let you go yet but I know that I have to. I love you Max and thank you for giving me a family that was full of love and support. Thank you for making my life worth living and meaningful.

All my heart and soul,

Kyle Valenti your friend and lover


Max wept for his lover. He grieved for his loss until his tears dried and his heart felt a little lighter. Liz was right. These letters helped him bring closure to their deaths. No, he didn’t understand everything that had happened but he trusted Liz. She did what she thought was right and he could only do as she asked.

When Boone finally emerged from the bathroom, he felt very refreshed. His private breakdown had lifted a lot of grief from his shoulders. The hot water had worked its magic and he felt really clean for the first time since leaving Australia.

Max was standing at the Granolith pressing buttons and reading the symbols that popped up on a screen in front of him.

“What are you doing Max?” Boone asked as he approached.

“It’s time to leave.” Max said not looking up. “I have to get my son and return to Antar.”

TBC...

[Island Breeze]

I hope you'll repost the rest of this! I love your descriptions... especially the description of the granolith when Boone found it! Amazing!

:D


Gerry

[suicide_eagle_rath]

Well-written – great use of descriptive words and scenes. Good plot and development. Please Magikhands come back and finish this story for everyone here—I have read up to chapter 26 elsewhere (cough slashy goodness cough) As always thanks for taking the time to share your talent. :D