Author Name: Liz
Email: [email protected]
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
Summary: Future fic. The aliens never came to Roswell, and Liz is married to Kyle.
Category: M/L
Subject A1 (Part 1)
She walked down the empty corridor briskly, the sound of her
heels echoing dully throughout. Her eyes always looked directly
ahead of her, never to the side. Never did she feel the need to
look over her shoulder. She was brilliant, confidant...maybe even
too much so.
She reached the door and came to an abrupt stop, whisking the
small plastic card that had been securely clutched in her hand
through the slot in the wall. There was a series of beeps, and a
bright laser scanned her face quickly before the door finally
slid open. Without hesitation, she stepped
into yet another brightly lit hallway, this one filled with
various doctors and scientists, milling around and talking
quietly among themselves.
As she walked through them, she never stopped, never spoke, never
even paused to look or smile at anyone. Not that they even
noticed. She had always been a no-nonsense, kept-to-herself kind
of person. She believed it was what had gotten her to the top,
and she didn't intend to give that up.
Nearing the end of the hallway, she prepared her card again,
barely stopping to swipe it and wait for the retinal scan. The
door buzzed as it opened, slowly, this time to a softly lit, warm
looking office. She walked inside and the door slid shut behind
her, softly clicking as it locked into place.
She stood there, silent for a moment, peering around the room.
Painfully neat, furnished only by a huge mahogany desk and two
leather armchairs.
After a few more moments of scrutiny, she sighed. Her shoulders
hunched slightly and she threw her purse and coat down
haphazardly across one of the chairs, plopping herself down in
the other. Dropping her head into her hands, she took a few deep,
calming breaths. She was so tired. This
job, this life, was killing her.
She loved it, but it was just beginning to be so overwhelming.
Sometimes it felt like if she went on another day, she would just
fall over and never get up again.
There was a sudden shuffling noise from behind her, and she
jerked her head around, gasping when she spotted her intruder.
"Kyle!"
He grinned at her, taking large steps over to her, stooping down
and placing his arms around her gently. "Surprise?"
She laughed a little, nervously. "Yeah...guess you could
call it that."
He squeezed her shoulders a little, and kissed her cheek softly.
She looked at him for a moment, gazing into his soft eyes, and
then looked away. Staring at the wall, she could feel his eyes on
her, studying her. "Liz?"
His voice was softer than before, and that all-too-familiar tone
of worry could be heard. She sighed again, more softly, but still
carefully avoided his eyes.
"What's wrong?"
Her eyes began to sting, and the sensation of pressure flooded
her face. She fought desperately to hold back her tears, to hold
back the sobs that were choking her. "Uhh..nothing."
He was still staring at her; she could feel his worry, boring
tiny holes in her face. "Please. Just..tell me."
He paused, taking a deep breath. She could hear his voice shaking
slightly, and she knew that he was hurting. She was hurting him.
Guilt stabbed at her heart.
"You never talk to me anymore, Lizzie. I'm worried about
you."
She smiled softly at her name, his pet name for her. "I'm
sorry Kyle. I've just been...stressed. Lately, things have just
been so hectic."
He nuzzled against her softly, his short whiskers scratching her
skin lightly. "I've missed you."
She was hit with another wave of pressure, and she closed her
eyes against the tears that seemed closer than ever. "Me
too," she whispered.
He kissed her neck and her jawbone, tracing a path up to her
cheek and accross her eyelids, then finally to her lips.
She did not open her eyes as she kissed him, allowed him to slide
his tongue into her mouth, let him explore her. She just let
herself get lost in him, in the feel of him, in the way he made
her feel. Safe and loved and...okay.
When he broke away, his face still touching hers, she slowly
opened her eyes. "Thank you, Kyle."
He smiled against her skin, placing one last featherlight kiss on
the edge of her lips. "Anytime, baby." He stood then,
fiddling with a strand of her long, silky hair before beginning
to back away.
"Tonight. Me and you. Dinner. Talking. Deal?"
She smiled again weakly, ducking her head as a tiny tear slipped
from the corner of her eye. Quickly swiping her hand accross her
face, she looked back up at him. He had that look again, that
worried/concerned/hurt look that he seemed to be wearing a lot
lately. She wished that he would just go. She didn't want him to
see her like this.
"Deal."
He grinned at her, blowing her a kiss before turning and pressing
the button that opened the office door. As he slid through the
door and it began to close again, she could almost still hear his
whispered words, lingering in the room. "I love you."
The door clicked shut, and the dam of tears broke free.