The road is no longer set. Teen. Polar type fic.
Posted: Sat Nov 26, 2005 2:04 am
Tracie Step out your comfort zone fic
Title: The road is no longer set.
Author: Roselle
Email: roswellgoddess2001@yahoo.com
Category: Tracie’s Step out your comfort zone challenge. This is a Polar type fic *frantically waves hands* Wait! Wait! Come back! If you’re in here then you know we’re all writing about things we don’t normally write about. So as we as writers step out of our comfort zone to write; take the leap of faith with us and step out of your comfort zone with what you read. In the words of Sam – ‘Try it. You may like it.’
Pairing: Mi/L & M/L
Rating: TEEN
Disclaimer: Roswell, its characters – both TV and book, do not belong to me. They belong to the writers and producers, and those folk us humble fans like to call the PTB.
Summary: This is set after the eppie Monsters. One could call it an episode tag if one wanted. Picks up right after Michael has returned the journal to Liz. She goes to make an entry and starts thinking. It prompts a phone call to Maria…and well they have a conversation…and so…begins my story.
Author’s note: Just want to say thanks Tracie for the push you always give us.
Part 1:
Dear Journal:
You are back. You were never lost or even stolen if I think about it logically. Michael proved some excellent points in ‘borrowing’ you. I can never be too careful with the knowledge that was entrusted to me. I must always be on guard even in places that were sanctuaries before.
After thinking I lost you and that someone may have used the information incorrectly, I got a small glimpse into what it has been like for the three of them. I also think Michael showed a part of himself he didn’t mean too. He doesn’t care if he stays in Roswell or not. They may come back and pick them up so it’s a reason to stay. But if he had to he would leave without a backwards glance. He stays for Max and Isabel. He stays to protect them and the life he knows they cling to and love. That was his reason for taking you. It is not something he would ever admit to. Probably not even to himself and defiantly not to Max.
Max. Max. This all started with Max. Max and me. The interesting thing is Michael asked me not to tell Max about it. I do not think secrets between those three are good. Look at the cause it’s having on Alex, Maria, and myself. But I will not say anything to Max about it. I don’t even feel guilty about that. Maybe its because I understand why Michael did it. Maybe its because he understands my need to write things down. It would be easy to tell myself the issues between those two are because of me. I am smarter than that. They go beyond me. And have probably been there for a very long time. Maybe even longer than the two of them know about them.
It bothers me, that Max, who let me in on his biggest secret, can not have a completely honest conversation with Michael. That Michael feels he has to sneak around behind Max’s back – someone he considers a brother and looks up to – when he’s concerned about something. When Max and I connected we saw…well we saw into each other’s souls. And I missed that. All I got was how much he loved and wanted to protect Michael and Isabel. And how much he loved me of course. It drew me like a moth to a flame.
Tonight was the longest conversation I ever had with Michael. But I felt that same drawing. A clicking so to speak, which I should completely discount as I was highly emotionally and very glad to see my journal back safely I probably would have wanted to bond with Pam Troy.
Part2
Liz shook her head and looked over what she had written since she had gotten her journal back. If she didn’t know any better, one might think she had feelings for Michael. And that was plain crazy. *Ring* *ring*
“Hello.”
“Liz. Did you find it? I think I should come over. We can draw up another plan. You know since Alex didn’t do it. These Che…”
Liz just rolled her eyes at the phone and laughed. “Maria I..Maria. MARIA.”
“What?”
Liz started laughing. “I found it.”
“That’s great Lizzie, where was it?” Maria was thrilled. Something that could be explained by non-ALF circumstances.
Just tell her it must have fallen into the laundry bin. “Michael had it.”
“WHAT?!?!?!”
Why the heck had I said that?
“Did you just say Mr. I do not speak I grunt. Think first ask questions later stole your journal. Max is going to kill him. How long ago did you tell Max? I want front row seats to this. I haven’t been a member for too long, but even I know messing with your stuff by Michael is a big no no. Max is so going to kill him.
Maybe Michael wasn’t over reacting when he said Max wouldn’t take to kindly to him having done it. But could he see why he did it? Have to fix this and fix it quick.
“Maria. MARIA!”
“What Liz? I just got to the good part in my dismemberment of Michael Guerin fantasy.”
“Maria you have problems. I want you to pick up the cedar oil and sniff it. I have something I need to tell you. And I need you rational for it.”
“Grab your cedar oil Maria. Sniff it Maria. What is with people and telling me I have to calm down? Oh no. It’s always Maria freaking out. Maybe they should ask themselves what they are doing to Maria to cause it.” Liz heard more grumbling on the phone. “Ok Liz. What is so big that you feel you need to tell me to be rational for it?”
Liz took a deep breath. She didn’t know what was going to happen tomorrow, or 2 years from now. But she knew she was not going to let Max and Michael get in it over this.
“Maria you CAN’T tell Max or anyone else about Michael taking my journal. I promised him I would not say anything and again I’ve opened my mouth and said something. Michael trusts me. I don’t think its something he does easily. But he has and I won’t betray that. He’s not Max. He won’t understand my need to tell you. He has equated my journal as that outlet and since I have that, there is no reason to say anything to anyone else.” Liz stopped.
Maria did not know what to say. She heard what Liz said. And she heard what Liz wasn’t saying. Liz and Michael in agreement on something and not telling Max about it. Liz got along with everyone, so the her and Michael thing isn’t too far fetched. But not telling Max. That’s strange. Every since he healed her those two were like joined at the hip in some weird cosmic we’ve found each other thing. Not even she Maria or best guy bud Alex came in between that. But Michael does? Maybe it’s an alien thing.
Part 3
“Liz why do you care whether or not Max strangles Michael. The boy stole from you Liz and then let you think someone else had done it and worried you until he saw fit to give it back to you. His kind can not be trusted. I can’t believe you would blow everything you have with Max for Michael.”
“Whoa Maria. Calm down. Blow what with Max for Michael. Maria are you sure you sniffed the right stuff?” Liz was feeling a bit like things had gotten away from her with the discussion. “And Maria what is everything? Max already said it wouldn’t be a good idea for us to be together. I mean I was with Kyle and yes, I’m grateful Max saved me. I just don’t know if just because he saved me and he has had this massive crush on me forever I am supposed to just roll over and date him. Kyle wanted to be with me. I went with him. Max wanted to be with me. I attempted to go with him. Maybe it works in the movies and those books we love to read. Prince saves damsel and they live happily ever after. But Maria I don’t know if I want that.”
“Chica, you don’t want to live happily ever after? I mean come on Liz. Everyone wants to live happily ever after. It’s a right. It’s our civic duty to want to live happily ever after. You can’t not want it. It would be wrong.” Liz had been really weird since she got shot; maybe this was all a side effect from being healed by an alien.
Liz sighed. “No Maria. I do want to live happily ever after. Its just when I thought I was dying, many things went through my head. And I saw I have done a lot of things that were expected of me. Max saving me and including me has been in many ways, more of the same. Why can’t I tell Alex? Why do I feel bad about breaking up with Kyle, if I thought about doing it anyway? You know all of those things were in my journal and Michael just gave it back to, no questions. No nothing. It was ok. I have only got that from you guys. It was nice to get it from someone else.
Part 4
Maria knew what she had to say. She just did not want to say it. Than again maybe Liz had a point. Things had been going like a snowball since this all started. “Well Liz you have a point. What are you going to do about it? I want say anything about who had your journal. But you have to promise me something.”
“What Maria? Anything.”
“Liz you have to figure this out. As much as I like you and Max it’s a lot of drama. Not saying Michael would be any less drama, but you owe it to yourself and to them to figure this out.”
Liz felt like she was in a tunnel. “Oh boy.”
“No Liz I’m serious. If it’s Max it will still be Max. But if it isn’t and you miss this you’ll wake up one day and regret it. Max gave you a second chance at life. You owe it to both of you to make sure if being together is part of that. And that includes figuring out this Michael thing. I can’t do that for you.”
Liz sighed. She knew Maria was right. “Thanks Maria.”
“Anytime chica. That’s what best buds are for. Maybe you can use your influence to get us to be able to tell Alex.”
“Goodnight Maria.”
“Nite Liz.”
Title: The road is no longer set.
Author: Roselle
Email: roswellgoddess2001@yahoo.com
Category: Tracie’s Step out your comfort zone challenge. This is a Polar type fic *frantically waves hands* Wait! Wait! Come back! If you’re in here then you know we’re all writing about things we don’t normally write about. So as we as writers step out of our comfort zone to write; take the leap of faith with us and step out of your comfort zone with what you read. In the words of Sam – ‘Try it. You may like it.’
Pairing: Mi/L & M/L
Rating: TEEN
Disclaimer: Roswell, its characters – both TV and book, do not belong to me. They belong to the writers and producers, and those folk us humble fans like to call the PTB.
Summary: This is set after the eppie Monsters. One could call it an episode tag if one wanted. Picks up right after Michael has returned the journal to Liz. She goes to make an entry and starts thinking. It prompts a phone call to Maria…and well they have a conversation…and so…begins my story.
Author’s note: Just want to say thanks Tracie for the push you always give us.
Part 1:
Dear Journal:
You are back. You were never lost or even stolen if I think about it logically. Michael proved some excellent points in ‘borrowing’ you. I can never be too careful with the knowledge that was entrusted to me. I must always be on guard even in places that were sanctuaries before.
After thinking I lost you and that someone may have used the information incorrectly, I got a small glimpse into what it has been like for the three of them. I also think Michael showed a part of himself he didn’t mean too. He doesn’t care if he stays in Roswell or not. They may come back and pick them up so it’s a reason to stay. But if he had to he would leave without a backwards glance. He stays for Max and Isabel. He stays to protect them and the life he knows they cling to and love. That was his reason for taking you. It is not something he would ever admit to. Probably not even to himself and defiantly not to Max.
Max. Max. This all started with Max. Max and me. The interesting thing is Michael asked me not to tell Max about it. I do not think secrets between those three are good. Look at the cause it’s having on Alex, Maria, and myself. But I will not say anything to Max about it. I don’t even feel guilty about that. Maybe its because I understand why Michael did it. Maybe its because he understands my need to write things down. It would be easy to tell myself the issues between those two are because of me. I am smarter than that. They go beyond me. And have probably been there for a very long time. Maybe even longer than the two of them know about them.
It bothers me, that Max, who let me in on his biggest secret, can not have a completely honest conversation with Michael. That Michael feels he has to sneak around behind Max’s back – someone he considers a brother and looks up to – when he’s concerned about something. When Max and I connected we saw…well we saw into each other’s souls. And I missed that. All I got was how much he loved and wanted to protect Michael and Isabel. And how much he loved me of course. It drew me like a moth to a flame.
Tonight was the longest conversation I ever had with Michael. But I felt that same drawing. A clicking so to speak, which I should completely discount as I was highly emotionally and very glad to see my journal back safely I probably would have wanted to bond with Pam Troy.
Part2
Liz shook her head and looked over what she had written since she had gotten her journal back. If she didn’t know any better, one might think she had feelings for Michael. And that was plain crazy. *Ring* *ring*
“Hello.”
“Liz. Did you find it? I think I should come over. We can draw up another plan. You know since Alex didn’t do it. These Che…”
Liz just rolled her eyes at the phone and laughed. “Maria I..Maria. MARIA.”
“What?”
Liz started laughing. “I found it.”
“That’s great Lizzie, where was it?” Maria was thrilled. Something that could be explained by non-ALF circumstances.
Just tell her it must have fallen into the laundry bin. “Michael had it.”
“WHAT?!?!?!”
Why the heck had I said that?
“Did you just say Mr. I do not speak I grunt. Think first ask questions later stole your journal. Max is going to kill him. How long ago did you tell Max? I want front row seats to this. I haven’t been a member for too long, but even I know messing with your stuff by Michael is a big no no. Max is so going to kill him.
Maybe Michael wasn’t over reacting when he said Max wouldn’t take to kindly to him having done it. But could he see why he did it? Have to fix this and fix it quick.
“Maria. MARIA!”
“What Liz? I just got to the good part in my dismemberment of Michael Guerin fantasy.”
“Maria you have problems. I want you to pick up the cedar oil and sniff it. I have something I need to tell you. And I need you rational for it.”
“Grab your cedar oil Maria. Sniff it Maria. What is with people and telling me I have to calm down? Oh no. It’s always Maria freaking out. Maybe they should ask themselves what they are doing to Maria to cause it.” Liz heard more grumbling on the phone. “Ok Liz. What is so big that you feel you need to tell me to be rational for it?”
Liz took a deep breath. She didn’t know what was going to happen tomorrow, or 2 years from now. But she knew she was not going to let Max and Michael get in it over this.
“Maria you CAN’T tell Max or anyone else about Michael taking my journal. I promised him I would not say anything and again I’ve opened my mouth and said something. Michael trusts me. I don’t think its something he does easily. But he has and I won’t betray that. He’s not Max. He won’t understand my need to tell you. He has equated my journal as that outlet and since I have that, there is no reason to say anything to anyone else.” Liz stopped.
Maria did not know what to say. She heard what Liz said. And she heard what Liz wasn’t saying. Liz and Michael in agreement on something and not telling Max about it. Liz got along with everyone, so the her and Michael thing isn’t too far fetched. But not telling Max. That’s strange. Every since he healed her those two were like joined at the hip in some weird cosmic we’ve found each other thing. Not even she Maria or best guy bud Alex came in between that. But Michael does? Maybe it’s an alien thing.
Part 3
“Liz why do you care whether or not Max strangles Michael. The boy stole from you Liz and then let you think someone else had done it and worried you until he saw fit to give it back to you. His kind can not be trusted. I can’t believe you would blow everything you have with Max for Michael.”
“Whoa Maria. Calm down. Blow what with Max for Michael. Maria are you sure you sniffed the right stuff?” Liz was feeling a bit like things had gotten away from her with the discussion. “And Maria what is everything? Max already said it wouldn’t be a good idea for us to be together. I mean I was with Kyle and yes, I’m grateful Max saved me. I just don’t know if just because he saved me and he has had this massive crush on me forever I am supposed to just roll over and date him. Kyle wanted to be with me. I went with him. Max wanted to be with me. I attempted to go with him. Maybe it works in the movies and those books we love to read. Prince saves damsel and they live happily ever after. But Maria I don’t know if I want that.”
“Chica, you don’t want to live happily ever after? I mean come on Liz. Everyone wants to live happily ever after. It’s a right. It’s our civic duty to want to live happily ever after. You can’t not want it. It would be wrong.” Liz had been really weird since she got shot; maybe this was all a side effect from being healed by an alien.
Liz sighed. “No Maria. I do want to live happily ever after. Its just when I thought I was dying, many things went through my head. And I saw I have done a lot of things that were expected of me. Max saving me and including me has been in many ways, more of the same. Why can’t I tell Alex? Why do I feel bad about breaking up with Kyle, if I thought about doing it anyway? You know all of those things were in my journal and Michael just gave it back to, no questions. No nothing. It was ok. I have only got that from you guys. It was nice to get it from someone else.
Part 4
Maria knew what she had to say. She just did not want to say it. Than again maybe Liz had a point. Things had been going like a snowball since this all started. “Well Liz you have a point. What are you going to do about it? I want say anything about who had your journal. But you have to promise me something.”
“What Maria? Anything.”
“Liz you have to figure this out. As much as I like you and Max it’s a lot of drama. Not saying Michael would be any less drama, but you owe it to yourself and to them to figure this out.”
Liz felt like she was in a tunnel. “Oh boy.”
“No Liz I’m serious. If it’s Max it will still be Max. But if it isn’t and you miss this you’ll wake up one day and regret it. Max gave you a second chance at life. You owe it to both of you to make sure if being together is part of that. And that includes figuring out this Michael thing. I can’t do that for you.”
Liz sighed. She knew Maria was right. “Thanks Maria.”
“Anytime chica. That’s what best buds are for. Maybe you can use your influence to get us to be able to tell Alex.”
“Goodnight Maria.”
“Nite Liz.”
