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 7 Conclusion)
Mulder's gun was pointed straight at Michael's head. His hands were up in the air as he backed away from the sink. When Mulder realized what was on fire, he cursed and ran past Michael, desperately trying to salvage their only piece of evidence.
When the fire was out, Mulder examined the dress, and at the same time kept his gun pointed at Michael. The dress was ruined. There was no way that it would stand up as proof. Mulder became enraged.
He walked towards Michael and grabbed him by the collar. As he looked at Michael carefully, he realized who he was. "You're Michael Guerin. Right?"
Michael just stared at Mulder, not saying a word.
"What?" Mulder started. "Are you trying to be tough? Well, buddy, you just destroyed federal evidence. Do you know how many years you could spend in jail for that? You'll be a lot older than I am, I'll tell you that."
Michael didn't say a word. It was almost as if he were frozen. He had finally been caught. And there was no Max or Isabel here to save him... And he had no idea what to do. He knew he couldn't use his powers, because then they would know for sure. If only he could...
Just then Mulder threw Michael down into a nearby chair. "I bet you think you're pretty smart, Michael. I bet you think that you and your friends are one step ahead of us. But you're not. I know about you. I know what you are."
Michael stared at him with steely eyes. "Do you?" he asked Mulder. "What am I, then?"
Mulder gave him a slight grin. "Well, you're not from around here, are you?"
"And just how do you figure that?" Michael asked.
"There's the dress, and the Sheriff, the weird occurrences that happen when you or Max and Isabel are around. Put it all together and I figure that you guys are different from other kids."
"Different how?" Michael asked, feigning ignorance.
"I think," Mulder said as he sat down on the bed across from Michael, "That you and Max and Isabel Evans were in the 1947 crash. I think that you're aliens."
Michael chuckled slightly. "Really? You got any proof to back that up?"
Mulder glanced at the charred dress that now lay on the floor. "I did, but you took care of that, didn't you?"
Michael didn't reply.
"But," Mulder said. "I've got something better now."
"And what's that?"
Mulder looked him in the eye. "You."
Michael didn't move. He didn't dare breathe.
Mulder's voice lowered slightly. "I could take you in right now for burning up that dress. I could say that I'd like some tests performed, maybe take some blood. And then, that would be my evidence. I've been waiting for this my whole life. Proof. And now I have it... But--"
"But what?" Michael asked in a weak voice.
"Well, if I did bring you in, there would be all these scientists who would want to do all sorts of experiments on you... And I figure that, if you help me find what I'm looking for I could help you."
"Help me how?"
"By forgetting this ever happened, forgetting that I ever saw you."
"So what do you want?"
Mulder straightened, "Proof. Something tangible."
Michael's thoughts were moving a hundred miles a minute. What could he do? What could he possibly give this guy to get him off his back?
Then he knew how he could get out of this, maybe even without
giving Mulder what he wanted.
He'd bring him to--
"There's this cave," Michael said.
Mulder eyed him suspiciously. "A cave?"
"Yeah, one of our ancestors wrote stuff on a wall in there. It's in our language. It's written in this silver stuff. We don't know what it is exactly."
Mulder's eyes widened. "Take me there." And, keeping his gun pointed at Michael the entire time, they moved towards the door.
They didn't speak the whole ride to the hotel. They just sat there, the three of them, not saying a word. Finally, Maria pulled her Mom's Jetta into the hotel parking lot.
Her eyes scanned the parking lot for a moment, and then she felt the terror creep up into her chest. "He's not there," she said.
"Who?" Liz asked from the back seat, careful not to look at Max.
"The guy! I mean, there's his car, but he's not in it anymore."
Max reached for the door, but suddenly a hand on his shoulder stopped him. "It's her," Liz hissed, "The FBI woman, she's pulling in."
They all ducked and watched as Scully got out of the car, followed by Isabel and Alex. Scully looked at the two of them carefully. "Come on, this way." She led them to the door of the hotel room, but then put a hand up to signal them to stop.
Someone was in there with Mulder and Michael... and then--
*BANG*
Isabel jumped and in her car Maria let out a little scream. None of them moved for what seemed like forever.
And then suddenly a man threw open the door and burst out. His gun was raised, but he didn't see Scully quick enough. She aimed her gun and hit him in the shoulder, knocking him down to the ground.
She quickly went over to the man, making sure his vital signs were good, but then... All she could think of was--
"Mulder," she breathed.
She entered the room and found him lying on the floor, a wound in his chest. She felt hot tears sting at her eyes. 'Not again', she thought.
But this was worse than any other wound he had received. She could tell by the way the blood flowed out of the wound, pouring out of him quickly.
Michael was standing over him and she quickly shoved him out of the way.
"Mulder," she said as she ripped off her jacket, using it to try to stop the bleeding. "Mulder, hold on." With one hand she kept the jacket pressed to the wound, and with the other she grabbed her cell phone and started dialing.
But a hand on her shoulder made her stop.
She turned her head and saw six teenagers standing behind her. She recognized all of them. Alex and Isabel, she knew of course. Michael she had seen briefly. And she recognized Liz and Maria from their pictures. But Max Evans was the one with his hand on her shoulder. And when Scully looked up into his eyes, she saw compassion.
Max took the cell phone out of her hand. "He's dying," he said. "I can see his aura becoming dark."
Scully felt defensive. "I know," she said quickly. "That's why-- You can see his... His what?"
Max squatted down next to her and he looked her in the eye. "I can help," he said softly, "if you'll let me."
Scully was losing time... She could hear Mulder's breathing become tacky. His heartbeat was becoming erratic. She didn't know what he was planning to do, but for some reason Scully believed that this boy could help. He could save Mulder's life. She moved aside with a nod, implying that Max should go ahead.
Max placed his hand over Mulder's chest. He needed to find a connection, something, anything that would allow him in. Suddenly, he looked over at Agent Scully. He looked into her eyes and saw the love she had for her partner. And then--
He was in. And he was bombarded by a rush od images.
A little girl with dark, dark hair.
A room full of light.
The little girl floating out of the window.
A young Agent Mulder screaming for her to come back.
An alien.
A younger Agent Scully shaking hands with Agent Mulder.
Then more images of Scully.
Smiling, laughing, crying...
Scully in a hospital bed.
Scully and Mulder kissing...
Then Max could sense the bullet, almost feel it in his own chest. He started to crush the molecules of the bullets, until they were tiny enough to be dissolved into his blood stream. Then he started repairing the damage to his muscles. Bonding the torn areas back together. And then he was finished...
"I'm out," Max breathed raggedly.
Scully moved back towards Mulder's side and examined him. The wound was gone. His breathing was becoming regular again. And then--
"Scully," he said in a whisper. He tried to move, but she stopped him.
"No, no. Stay still. Stay still." Then she looked back at Max Evans, who was now standing with his friends. They all stood very close to one another, each with a scared expression on their faces. But then Scully flashed them an uncharacteristic smile and said, "Thank you."
All six of them sat outside the hotel room waiting for the two FBI agents to emerge. Isabel had cleaned up the blood on the hotel room floor using her powers. And Max healed their Man in Black. And afterwards, Michael drove him out on the highway and parked his car on the side of the road, hoping he wouldn't remember anything when he woke up.
Now all of them sat outside, awaiting their fate.
"I don't understand why we just don't get out of here," Michael said.
"Because," Max said.
"Oh yeah, that's an answer," Isabel replied.
"Just wait," Max said.
Just then, the hotel room door opened, and Agent Mulder stepped outside. He looked at these kids who all shared a secret that no one would understand if they ever found out. And suddenly, Mulder could relate to them. "Mr. Evans," he said. "Can I speak with you? Alone?"
Max looked at the five of them as he stood up. They all looked so worried, especially Liz. But he had a feeling that everything would be all right.
Mulder walked out into the parking lot and Max followed. When they were out of earshot from the others, Mulder spoke. "I don't know what you did to me, Max. But thank you."
Max nodded.
Mulder looked at him carefully. "So, what did you see in there? Nothing too scary I hope."
Max looked at him, a little shocked. "What do you mean?"
"Well, most psychic healing is done by making a connection with the victim. I figure that's how you did it. I just wanted to apologize for any, um... thoughts I might have in my brain."
Max smiled. "I did see a lot of Agent Scully."
Mulder looked away. "Yeah, well..."
"You love her, don't you?"
Mulder looked back at Max, who seemed a lot older than sixteen right now. "Yeah," he said quietly. "But ever since she met me... I keep her at a distance because I want to keep her safe."
Max nodded.
"And I think you can relate," he said. looking from Max and then to Liz.
"So," Max started. "Is it worth it? I mean, is she any safer than if you were with her?"
Mulder shook his head with a smile. "No. I realize that I can't protect her from everything."
Max didn't reply. He just looked past Mulder at Liz, who was staring at them. "Max, you don't have to worry. I won't say anything to anyone. I promise."
"Thanks a lot ," Max said, the relief evident in his voice.
"No," Mulder said. "Thank you." Mulder held out his hand to Max, who shook it firmly, as if sealing Mulder's promise to keep quiet.
Max turned his eyes towards his friends, who were still sitting on the steps of the hotel. He nodded at the five of them and smiled. "Let's go," he said, while walking towards Maria's car.
The others looked at each other briefly then started towards Max. Each of them smiled a little. They were safe... For now.
The flight back to Washington had been a quiet one. Mulder drove Scully back to her apartment, and she didn't object when he followed her inside. She sat her things down in her bedroom and then joined Mulder on the couch.
She wanted answers, but Mulder had been unusually quiet the entire trip home...
"Mulder," she said, trying to get his attention.
He turned his hazel eyes to her, implying that he was listening.
"Mulder, what happened out there? I mean, what did that kid do to you? I can't explain it."
He smiled a little at her words.
"What?" she asked.
"Nothing," he said. "I was just thing that you'd probably have an even harder time explaining this." And with that, he pulled his t-shirt over his head.
Scully wasn't sure what exactly Mulder was getting at, until she saw it. It was a silvery hand print. Max Evans' hand print. Scully reached out and touched it. But it felt exactly the same as regular bare skin.
She moved to get up, but Mulder grabbed her arm. "Where are you going?" he asked.
"I want to get a sample of this, it's--"
"No," he said firmly, while looking her straight in the eye.
Scully was beyond confused now. "Mulder," she started, "This is hard scientific evidence of the existence of extraterrestrial life here on earth."
He grinned. "Say that five times fast."
"Mulder, I'm serious. I mean, isn't this what you've always wanted?"
He paused for a moment, but only one. Then he pulled her to him, until she was practically sitting in his lap. She didn't have time to object, because a second later his lips were on hers. He kissed her, not the way he had done on New Year's Eve, but the way he had always wanted to. His fingers twisted in her hair, and after a moment he felt her give into it. And she opened her mouth deepening the kiss, then--
"*This*," he said, pulling away from her, "is what I've always wanted."
And for that, she rewarded him with one of her brilliant smiles.
"So, we did it."
"Yup."
"So, now what?"
Max looked at each of them carefully. They had survived yet again. But would they make it the next time? How lucky could they be? How much time did they really have?
"Liz, " he said from the back seat.
Liz turned around passenger seat. "Yeah?"
"Your parents don't get back until Sunday, right?"
"Yeah," she said, "Why?"
"Well, I was just thinking, that we deserve some fun. Just the six of us. We could all meet at the Crashdown later and have a... a get-together."
"A party?" Isabel asked from the front seat, with a hint of excitement in her voice.
"*Just* the six of us," Max said firmly. Then he looked back at Liz, looking her straight in the eye. "What do you say?"
Liz looked at the five of them. As much as she didn't want to be around Max right now, Liz realized that they all could use a little fun. "Sure," she said. "Everyone be there at seven. That will give me time."
"Time to what?" Maria asked as she navigated the crowded car down the highway.
"Cook?" Alex asked eagerly from behind her.
"Cook? Well if you call ordering pizzas cooking..."
Michael was the last one that Maria had to drop off. She put the car in park and waited, but Michael didn't move.
"So," Maria said.
"So," he replied.
"Are you gonna get out?"
He turned to her. "Do you really want me to?"
Maria shook her head, fighting back a giggle. "What is that?"
"What?"
"This whole thing with you. One minute you're all 'I can't stand you', and the next you're spouting some cheesy line. I just... I just want to know the deal. Because even though you see me as nothing more than a plaything, I do care about you. I wouldn't have followed you to the hotel if I didn't. And then I was like having a heart attack when that Agent Mulder went in there and--"
"Maria?"
"Yeah?"
"I care about you, too."
She looked at him, trying to see if he was just being a jerk, but he looked sincere. "You do?" she asked.
"Yeah. Now shut up."
"Hey, buddy! I don't--"
Maria didn't get to finish her sentence because Michael pulled her to him and kissed her, hard.
She was drying her hair, which was wet from showering, when she heard the knock on the door. She glanced at the clock, it read six-thirty-four. Either it was Maria or the pizza boy flew over here.
But it was neither of them.
"Max," Liz said, a little surprised as she opened the door.
"Hey," he said as he entered.
"You're early," Liz said, shutting the door behind him.
"Yeah, I am. I was just wondering if we could talk."
Liz busied herself with finding plates and napkins so she wouldn't have to look him in the eye. "What do you want to talk about?" she asked in an even tone.
"Us."
Liz shook her head slightly, trying hard not to yell at him again. "Us? I didn't know we were an 'us'," she said coolly.
"Yes, you do," he said firmly. "You and I both know it. No matter what, there is always us."
Liz felt him behind her now, and she stiffened slightly. She felt hot tears forming in her eyes, stinging them. She turned around quickly. "Max, I want to be with you. You know that. I love you. But I won't have you push me away whenever we get too close. And I know that you truly want to keep me safe sometimes, but a lot of the time... A lot of the time you're just scared. And you can deny it all you want, but that's the truth."
"You're right," he said.
"I am?" she asked.
"I was-- I still am scared, Liz. But I realize that anyone who has ever been in love has felt that way. I also realize that time is short, especially for me. "
"Don't say that," she said sadly.
"It might be true. We've been lucky, Liz. We've gotten rid of the FBI twice. I'm hoping that the third time isn't the charm. But who knows? And it's not just the FBI. In any relationship you feel like it's going to last forever. But people move away... People die... It's a part of life. There's just so little time."
Liz looked away from him, not wanting him to see the tears in her eyes.
"But," he said with a smile, "whatever amount of time I have here, I want to spend it with you."
She looked up at him and smiled. "That's all I want too."
He pulled her close, wrapping her up in his arms. He breathed in the smell of her damp hair and reveled in the feel of her body so close to his. Then, Max pulled back and cupped her face with his hands. He looked her in the eyes. He wanted her to understand. "I love you. Forever."
She smiled and they both moved in closer. She felt all the weight she had been carrying around for the past few days, the pressure of their fight, all of it just lifted when he pressed his lips to hers. He played with her hair and roamed her body freely with his finger, and he felt normal. He felt happy, and he knew that whatever happened in the future, Liz Parker would be his gravity.
"Ahem!"
They both jumped when they heard that.
Isabel was standing at the door with Alex. Both were carrying pizza boxes.
"Hope we're not interrupting," Isabel said with a smile.
"Well, yes, you were," Max said with a grin.
"Are those the pizzas I ordered?" Liz asked, not moving from Max's side.
"Yeah," Alex said. "We attacked the pizza boy. Well, actually, Isabel did. She has this cool thing she does with her eyes. They shoot out death rays if you look at her the wrong way."
Max and Liz surpressed their giggles as Isabel used her free hand to slap Alex upside the head. "Come on, Pizza Boy," she said as she moved towards the kitchen doors.
Max and Liz moved towards the door and watched Isabel and Alex as the set out the pizzas on the counter. Alex said something and Isabel laughed aloud.
"I haven't seen her laugh like that in a long time," Max said.
"They look awfully chummy," Liz said, smiling. "Well, you know what they say. Opposites attract."
"Do they?" he asked playfully, taking her hand.
Just then, the door opened and Michael and Maria walked in. Max and Liz exchanged a look. Neither of them had changed and their clothes were ruffled, along with their hair.
"Hi," Maria said, with a little too much cheer in her voice.
"Hey," Michael said with a wave.
They both looked at Max and Liz, but not at each other.
"Are you two all right?" Max asked with a grin.
They both started talking at the same time.
"Yeah, why wouldn't we be?"
"Of course. Where's the food?"
Max and Liz pointed to the kitchen door. And Michael and Maria quickly walked through it, avoiding contact with each other.
"Well," Max said. " They're an odd bunch, huh? I mean, Alex and Isabel? Michael and Maria?"
"You think they're up to something? You don't know for sure."
"But me," he said. "I ended up with the perfect girl. How on earth did that happen?" Liz smiled and took his hand, leading him to the door. He kissed her quickly before they went out and then he whispered in her ear, "I guess it was just my luck."
The End