Author: Terri
Email: [email protected]
Crossover: Roswell/ The X-Files
Category: M/S and M/L , a little M/M and I/A
Disclaimer: Don't own em , don't sue
Spoilers: "Heat Wave", for Roswell.
"Millenium" for The X-Files.
Author's Notes: I wrote this before seeing the Roswell episode
"Heat Wave." But I did have prior knowledge of some
event ( eg: Max and Liz's kiss). So some things are consistant
with that ep and some things aren't ( eg: Michael and Maria
didn't break up in mine). So that's that.
Just My Luck (Part Six)
"This is unacceptable."
Scully glared at the tall blonde girl who wouldn't leave Alex Whitman's side. Scully figured that she must be his paranoid girlfriend by the way she stood so close to him. "Miss...?" Scully asked as she looked Isabel in the eyes.
"Evans. Isabel Evans."
Scully's eyebrows shot up instantly. This girl was Max Evans' sister. Scully thought about all the answers that Isabel could provide her with if she could only get her to crack, which seemed like an impossible task by the looks of this girl.
But then she saw the way that Isabel looked at Alex Whitman. Scully realized she would have to play hard ball with these two. "Miss Evans. You may stay, only because there are some questions I'd like to ask you."
"What kind of questions?" Isabel asked, her arms crossed, her form rigid.
"Why don't you both have a seat?" Scully said while she nodded towards the desks at the front of the classroom.
"No, thank you," Isabel said, moving closer to Scully. " I'm not sitting until *I* get some answers."
Alex stepped between the two of them and took Isabel's hand in his. Scully wondered if he did that to comfort Isabel or himself. "Isabel, it's all right," he said, looking her in the eyes.
When he looked at her like that, Isabel almost believed him, believed that everything would be all right, as long as he kept holding her hand...
"Agent Scully, " Alex said, trying to get her attention.
Scully had been staring at them without realizing it. Looking at Alex look at Isabel reminded her of the way...
"Agent Scully? Are you all right?"
Scully cleared her throat. "Yes, fine. I'm fine."
"Well, I'm not fine," Alex started. "I mean, what exactly do you want to ask us? I mean, do I need a lawyer?"
Scully's eyes went cold. "Is there any reason that you
would need a lawyer, Mr. Whitman?"
Alex's throat went dry. "Hey, who do you think--" Isabel started, but Alex interuppted her.
"Agent Scully, if you don't mind could we get to the point? Because I think that if we keep dancing around the subject at hand one of us," he said, looking at Isabel with a sad sort of smile, "is going to have a nervous breakdown. So..."
Scully sighed. "You want to know what this is about? What I want to know?"
" Yes."
"I want to know about Liz Parker. I want to know what happened the day she was supposedly shot. And I would like to know, Mr. Whitman, why you hacked into my computer and why FBI agents other than myself and my partner are watching you and your friends. That is what I want to know. Now can you answer any of those questions for me, Mr. Whitman, or am I just wasting my time?"
Alex and Isabel exchanged a look. They were speaking with their eyes.
Scully was losing patience. "Is that a yes or a no?"
Just then, her cell phone rang. "Excuse me," she said as she stepped away from the two of them.
"Alex," Isabel said in a rushed whisper while pulling him closer so that woman wouldn't hear her. "Alex, what are we going to do? What are we going to do?"
"I don't know," he said solemly.
"Hey," Scully said from across the room. "My partner has your friend, Michael. Now I want some answers from you two."
Isabel felt as if she were having a heart attack. She couldn't breathe, she could barely stand up straight. She just knew that she had to...
"Isabel!" Alex said as he chased after her.
Scully rolled her eyes. "Great," she said under her breath as she followed them. "Just great."
She had wanted to do something, anything that might help. But she just sat in her car and watched. She had followed him, hoping to talk, but now she stayed because she was worried about him.
Michael did rash things. Stupid things. But this was, by far, the stupidest thing he had done thus far. Breaking and entering was illegal, but Maria was convinced that breaking and entering an FBI agent's hotel room must warrant further penalty.
She had watched as he used his powers to open the door. And then she waited for him to come out so she could yell at him and tell him he was stupid and irresponisble and basically a jerk. But he hadn't come out. And the male FBI agent, who Maria thought was extremely good-looking, had gone into the room.
She waited, unconsiously holding her breath, for Michael to be dragged out of the room in hand cuffs. But after waiting for what seemed like forever, Maria saw no sign of either Micheal or the FBI agent. What were they doing in there?
Then a car pulled up. Maria was sure it was the cops and expected them to rush into the room and drag Micheal away. But it wasn't the cops. It was the guy that had been following them when Topolski had been around. He sat in his car and started talking on his cell phone.
Maria didn't know what to do now. So she did what she always did when she didn't know what to do. She started the engine and headed for Liz's place.
He watched her through the windows for a while. She was just sitting in one of the booths, sometimes writing in her journal, sometimes just staring off into space. She looked so sad, and more than anything, he wanted to gather her up in his arms and make her feel better again. But he couldn't do that. Not ever again. It was too dangerous. Or at least that's what he told himself as he looked at her sad face, knowing that he was the reason she looked the way she did.
Finally, she saw him and he thought that he saw her eyes brighten when she realized it was him. She got up and walked over to the door and unlocked it. She opened it slightly and used it as sort of a barrier between him and herself. "What do you want, Max?" Her voice sounded dull, as if there were no life left in her.
He was taken aback by her tone. Liz wasn't like this, even when she was mad or upset, she wasn't like this. "Liz, are you okay?"
She turned her back on him, but left the door open. "I'm fine, Max," she said with a false smile. "Why wouldn't I be?"
"I dunno," he started as he walked towards the booth where she had sat down. " You look kinda--"
"Sad?" she offered. "Upset? Heartbroken? Is that the way I look, Max? Because, you know, that's the way most people look after being dumped. But, oh yeah, I forgot, you're not a person."
He looked away from her. "That was harsh, Liz."
"Yeah," she said softly, "that's the way it was supposed to come across."
"Liz, just stop it. All right?"
"Stop what?" she asked as she rose to her feet. "Stop being sad? Stop thinking about you? Stop hurting? Stop loving you? How can I stop doing any of those things, Max? Tell me. Tell me how I can make it stop and I'll gladly do it."
"You would really stop loving me if you had the choice?" he asked, the hurt evident in his voice.
She eyes were filled with tears. "If it meant that I wouldn't feel this hurt, this terrible pain..." She paused as she looked up into his eyes. "No. I wouldn't stop loving you... I'd just make you love me back."
He sighed. This was just so hard. "Liz, I do love you. I've said it, I've--"
"You love me, huh? Then why can't we be together--"
"Liz, we've been over this. It's too dangerous--"
Liz threw up her hands in exasperation. "I am so tired of that excuse, Max. Because you know what? If you really love me, it shouldn't matter."
"But it does," he said seriously. "Because if it keeps you safe... It matters to me."
Her eyes looked a little wild as she grabbed his hand. "It's dangerous?" she said as she moved closer to him. "What's so dangerous about it? Is it because of the FBI? We got rid of them before. Or is it because you're afraid? Are you afraid of me, Max?"
She rubbed his hand with her thumb and she moved even closer.
"Liz--" he started to say, but he felt his breath catch in his throat as she lay her head on his shoulder and he caught the scent of jasmine... The scent of Liz.
"Is this so scary?" she asked as she wrapped her arms around his neck.
His resolve was crumbling as she looked up at him with those big brown eyes. And as if it were the most natural thing in the world, he wrapped his arms around her tiny waist. "No," he whispered as he moved his face closer to hers, "this isn't scary."
Then suddenly, she broke away from him. "Good," she said as she sat back down in the booth. "I guess I was right."
He had never been truly angry at Liz before, but as he felt his face get hot he knew that he was going to explode. "What do you think you're doing!?" he shouted at her.
"Me? I'm not the one who's playing games!"
"Games? What are you talking about?"
"I'm talking about your golden excuse, use it for any situation. The it's too dangerous excuse. I'm sick of it!"
"It's not an excuse--"
"Well it sure sounds like one to me!"
"All I want to do is--"
"Keep me safe. I know! But you can't protect me from everything, Max."
They looked at each other for a moment, not sure what to say. The awkward silence was broken by the sound of clapping hands. They both looked towards the front door and saw Maria standing there.
"Oscar caliber, really," she said as she started towards them. "Anyway, I know you two would like to sit here and talk about your first fight for like three hours, but we have a problem. And it involes Michael, the FBI, and our resident man in black. So leave your fight here and let's go help him, okay?"
With that, Maria started towards the door, and Max and Liz exchanged a quick look and followed.