Author: Linda
E-Mail: [email protected]
Rating: PG-14
Disclaimer: I don't own 'em. I'm just borrowing 'em. I promise to return them the way I found 'em. ;-)
Summary: Post Heatwave- The six Roswell High kids become
closer and realize through good times and bad, that no matter
what they go through, it really is, "the six of them against
the world". They go to Mexico for winter break, learn more
about the aliens they came from, and all with the FBI and a
certain sheriff, one step behind them. Or is there was someone
closer...
The Six of Us Against the World (Part 19)
Max's jaw was tight with anger as he drove the four of them
down the mountain in the borrowed pick-up truck.
Michael continued to look behind them. "No one is following
us. We got away, Max," he sighed.
Max nodded. His focus was only on getting to Liz before the
stalker did.
Isabel and Alex also breathed a sigh of relief after the four
had secretly snuck off in the middle of the night without telling
Jordan.
Isabel felt only a little bad for taking Jordan's truck and going
back on their promise not to go after the alien. After all, what
did Jordan expect Max and Michael to do? Sit and wait while that
maniac went after Liz and Maria? And with his powers they
wouldn't stand a chance of getting away from
him! And they would never suspect him either, if he came up to
them.
"Alex. You never did tell us why Liz and Maria left. I mean,
and why didn't stop them? Or go with them if it was that
important?" Isabel turned to Alex in the back seat next to
her.
Both Max and Michael's attention also focused on Alex.
Alex swallowed. He had been hoping that they could find Liz and
Maria first, and then she could tell Max herself.
"Alex. What aren't you telling us?" Max asked in a very
low, worried voice, as he glanced in the rearview mirror to see
Alex's discomfort. The cold lump of fear in his stomach was
growing larger the more Alex hesitated. My God, what had
happened? Max wondered.
"You know, it's probably nothing. Maria got something in her
head, and before you know it she had Liz convinced, and I don't
think it's true, only they believe it and I couldn't argue with
them," Alex started.
"He's rambling." Michael said looking from Max to
Isabel and then to Alex, with a waiting expression.
"Alex!?" Isabel demanded, knowing that Max was going to
lose it soon if Alex didn't tell them.
"What? Oh, they think Liz might be pregnant. Isn't that
ridiculous?" Alex shrugged. The more he thought about it,
the more ridiculous it sounded to him.
Alex felt the car jerk, as Max turned to study Alex's face.
Michael grabbed the wheel and kept the car on the road as Max
tried to recover from the shock of the statement.
"Max, buddy, pull over," Michael said softly. He could
only imagine how shook up Max must be. Whether it was true or
not, it was a lot to take in.
Jordan and Matthew watched as the four teens snuck away. When
the tail lights of the pickup were gone, Matthew turned to
Jordan. "Why did you let them go?" he asked with a
frown.
"Because, I knew I wouldn't be able to keep them here, and
if they go back to Roswell to look for their friend, it will give
us time to find this evil one."
"How?"
Jordan turned from the window and looked at his friend.
"Because I FEEL him. His evil is strong right now. I think
he is so intent on going after Max's girl that he has forgotten
to block us out. Or he just is so angry that his whole energy and
focus is on finding the girls," Jordan said. "Come, we
must find the evil one. His anger will lead us to him."
When the car was stopped by the side of the empty road,
Michael looked at Max, whose hands were shaking.
"Liz doesn't panic easily, Alex. What reason did she give
for thinking she was pregnant?" Max asked very quietly,
looking straight ahead out at the darkness, and waited.
Alex swallowed. It didn't seem like any of the three thought it
sounded too crazy. He began to think again about the crazy story
Maria and Liz had told him.
"You mean it's possible?" Alex asked now starting to seriously worry himself. Then he looked from Max's still figure in the driver's seat, to Michael and Isabel's waiting faces. "Maria said Liz had been acting weird lately, which didn't seem hard to believe was normal under the circumstances. Then yesterday in the Crashdown when they were working..."
Alex explained the following events and saw Michael raise an
eyebrow at Liz putting Tabasco sauce on her ice cream, and then
he gave a quick little smile when Alex mentioned how Maria had
freaked out and gone into hysterics. Then Alex told them about
the accident Maria had with the knife.
"Healed? What do you mean healed?" Isabel asked with
wide eyes.
All this time, Max sat motionless in the front seat, looking
straight ahead, his hands gripping the steering wheel and his jaw
tight as he stared out into the night.
"Liz reached for a Maria's hand, and it just...healed itself
under Liz's touch," Alex explained and then sighed. He had
been hoping that the two had just overreacted and it had just
been their overactive imagination and all it had been was a paper
cut or something. But now he realized he had tried to convince
himself of all that, so as not to worry as much about letting the
two go off alone.
The car was silent then. Everyone looked at Max and frowned,
waiting for him to say something.
"Max?" Isabel finally asked.
Max shook his head.
"Max! It's going to be okay. Don't you remember what Jordan
said? It won't happen unless it's going to be okay." She
tried to reassure him with a smile.
"Don't you understand? Liz is out there somewhere, running
for her life and--and our baby's, afraid the FBI or Sheriff
Valenti will find her first, and not even knowing that she will
be okay carrying an alien child." Max swallowed, his voice
rising in anger at himself. "And they don't even know that a
killer is after them now too! God! What have I done to
her!?" Max finished by slamming his hand against the
steering wheel.
"Liz, babe," Maria said gently shaking Liz awake.
They had been driving all day, and Liz had slept most of it.
Maria pulled into the bus stop and shook Liz awake.
"Maria?" Liz asked in a small voice.
"Yeah, we're at the bus station. Let's go in and get you
something to eat before we like go purchase the tickets."
Liz nodded and they took their belongs out of the old clunker,
and went into the bus station.
"Sit down here and I'll go get us something to eat,"
Maria suggested and pointed to a long wooden bench.
"Maria, I'm not crippled." Liz tried to smile.
Maria laughed for a second and then dumped her own bag on the
seat. "Still, someone has to stay and watch our stuff. What
do you want? Do you want me to get you some-uh-Tabasco
sauce?" Maria whispered the last part.
Liz smiled and rolled her eyes. "Maria!" Maria started
away with her own smile and then Liz called to her. "Yeah,
would you please," she said with wide, worried eyes.
Maria swallowed and nodded as she turned back around toward the
food counter.
The bus ride was long, considering they had gone a round about
way to get to the bus station, and it took the rest of the night
for them to get reach Albuquerque. The sun was just coming up
when they reached the motel Liz directed them to.
"Are you sure that if--when the others come back, Max will
know where to find us?" Maria asked as she looked around the
small motel room that was right off the highway.
Then out at the giant dinosaur across on the other side of the
highway, which held a sign stating 'Dino's Mini Golf.'
"Yeah. I'm sure. I just hope, that we don't have to leave
here before then." Liz bit her lip.
Maria turned around as she threw her bag on one of the double
beds, and came over to Liz. "Of course we'll be here!"
she tried to smile as she hugged Liz. "Why wouldn't we
be?" Maria asked trying to keep a positive attitude.
Liz turned toward the window and looked out over the highway.
Maria was right. No one suspected anything. They were probably
safe for now. She didn't want to think about too far into the
future though.
She put her hand over her flat stomach and sighed. "Talk
to me, baby. If you're in there, let me know," she
whispered.
"Are you sure they're heading to Albuquerque?" Alex
asked Max as they were once again headed down the highway.
"Yeah. Positive. She told you it was the place I mentioned
right before we had the car accident on the old highway
right?" he said quietly.
"Yeah. And she said something about once you got there,
that your dad had laughed at you over something."
Max nodded. "The first time Dad took us to Albuquerque, Is,
do you remember what I said when we pulled into that motel off
the highway?" Max asked.
"Not really...wait! Something about the big monster across
the way right? I remember Mom laughing about it years later when
we passed by it once, that mini golf place with the big dinosaur
out front." Isabel laughed.
Max smiled lightly. "Yeah. I told Liz about that once. So my
guess is she's there."
"Max, how are you doing?" Isabel asked. Max had been
quiet for most of the continued trip after he had hit the
steering wheel, and then started them back on the road. But now
Isabel could see that Max seemed less tense, less in shock.
Max sighed and smiled lightly then frowned. "I don't know. I
mean, I've made a mess of things for Liz. She's scared and
doesn't know if I'll be there for her, or what's going to happen
to her. But then, on the other hand...Liz is carrying my
child." Max's voice cracked a little. "I never thought
we'd ever be able to have families of our own, you know? And with
Liz..." He turned to Michael and then Isabel, who both
nodded, and Isabel smiled.
"At least we know Liz will be okay." Alex sighed.
Isabel had taken up some of the ride filling Alex in on what
Jordan had told them about themselves.
"If we get to them before that psycho does," Michael
said and gritted his teeth. He wanted to find Maria before
anything happened to her. He wanted to tell her about what he had
found out, and he wanted to someday know what it felt like to be
told Maria was carrying his child.
"Who is this guy? I mean you say he's an alien, but he goes
to Roswell? He's been among us like you guys, for years?"
Alex asked. "Is he someone we know?"
The three looked at each other with grim expressions.