Author: Liz
E-mail: [email protected]
Rating: Pg-13
Category: M/L
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
Summary: Alternate universe, future fic. Liz is married to Kyle, and there was never a shooting at the Crashdown. The aliens never came to Roswell.
Distribution: All back parts can be found at <A HREF="http://www.inficad.com/~jlaw/Liz/Liz.htm">Stories by Liz</A> (Jessi's Page). As far as putting it anywhere else, I think I'm gonna hold off for now.
Feedback: Pretty please :)
Author's Notes: Two parts here :) Yay for me! Please, please, drop me an email and let me know if you're liking this as much as I'm loving writing it. Which is immensely :) Should be finished soon, I promise. Also--I know that Part 11 is rather slow moving, but I swear there's a point for that! Purely character developement. I never really came out and fully introduced the characters, I'm sort of doing it slowly. So 11 is mostly a contemplation chapter.
Subject: A1 (Part 11)
Her fingers flew over the keyboard keys restlessly, the steady clicking of the keys lulling her into a trance. She wasn't sure exactly what it was that was flowing from her like liquid, but out it came nevertheless, pouring from her and through her fingertips. She could hear the soft sounds of Max's breathing as it surrounded her, comforted her. Still alive, still breathing. She had to keep him that way.
She knew he wasn't sleeping, though. She couldn't blame him. Who would be able to sleep, knowing that if something big didn't happen soon, they were going to die? She knew she certainly wouldn't. For awhile they'd talked, mindlessly about inane things, desperately searching for something, anything to keep their minds away from the dreaded subject. But it had inevitably come up, and when it had, their talking had ceased. She knew that their attitudes were what most people would call denial.
Who cared?
They certainly didn't.
It was just hard, hard to face the truth that sat there, glaring them in the face without flinching. As if staring straight into the sun without sunglasses. That's how she felt right now. She was being burned up, yet she couldn't tear herself away.
She saw another flash from her childhood, watching a news report about the 'alien autopsy'. It had so fascinated her, seeing the foreign insides of that little green being.
Now, she felt like a monster.
Who was she to think that it was okay to dissect a living, breathing creature? At this moment, she was berating herself for ever even cutting open a frog and liking it.
Maybe it was just Max, how normal he seemed, how handsome he was. How human. She hated to think of herself as that shallow, but still the dim shadow of that alien autopsy video haunted her from somewhere in her distant memory.
What a child she'd been, all of her life. So believing in a theory that she'd grown up with, in this tiny town. She'd been so dense and self involved that she'd allowed herself to be influenced by the stories, the tourist traps. Explaining it away as a love of science. But this wasn't science.
This was murder. Cold blooded murder.
Killing away a whole race, using the pretense of learning and
exploring. She had discovered the truth, though. They killed not
because they wanted to learn, but because they were afraid. The
human race was so afraid of this whole other life form, of a
possible danger to their way of life, that
they had to kill them off, one by one, tear them apart and look
at every piece of them until they knew how they ticked. How to
protect themselves from being overshadowed by a perhaps more
intellegent species. It disgusted her.
The one thing that she had gone through her entire life so devoted to was now shot down, right before her eyes. All that she'd ever known, disappearing like a dense fog. She was lost, and confused, and yet she didn't feel alone.
She had him.
Somehow, she would make them understand. All of them. She
would fight the millions, alone if she had to. But one day, she
would make them see.
Max sat watching her as she typed, wondering what it was that was coming so quickly. It didn't look like her usual kind of work.
She was so beautiful.
He'd been taken by her beauty the first time he'd seen her, walking into the small room wearing her suit and heels, her fitted white lab coat. She wasn't beautiful like Isabel, with her long blonde hair and curvy figure.
She was a different type of beautiful. Fresh, innocent, easy. Nothing false. It was just...there. And that, in itself, made her more gorgeous than any other woman he'd ever known.
He hated to think that soon, he would probably be losing her.
No matter how things turned out, he would have to say goodbye.
His mind began to wander, even though he'd been struggling not to
let
it. Somehow, the thought of his impending doom was too strong
even for him to keep away, pressing incessantly at the back of
his mind. It threatened to overwhelm him, and he was fighting it
with all that he had.
He wondered again why exactly he was here.
Okay, so he knew vaguely the reason--he was an alien. He couldn't deny that. Not that he hadn't tried, to them, but it was pointless. They knew the truth. He wasn't sure how they'd found out, but they had. But other than being an alien, though, he didn't know why they wanted to hold him here.
To kill him.
What exactly was it that he had done so wrong? He had never killed anyone, or even harmed anyone in any way. Never caused a disturbance, made himself noticeable in the slightest way. And yet the humans seemed so threatened by him, by his race, by the idea of aliens, that they felt the need to keep them in cages, to cut them up. It was so confusing, and immensely scary.
He thought of home, of his family, of his job.
Of Isabel.
At one time, he had never believed that he could love anyone as much as he did her. She was everything that he was--including an alien. But more importantly, she knew and understood everything about him. And she loved him for it. Her love had always been like his safety blanket, blocking out the dangers of the world and all that it held. In more ways than one, she had been so much stronger than he.
Then there was Liz.
He wasn't exactly sure of the moment he had fallen in love with her. Maybe it had been slowly, over the few days they had spent together. Maybe it had been upon first sight of her. He would never know, but he did know that he had never before loved this deeply.