Author: Liz
Email: [email protected]
Rating: PG-13
Category: M/L
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
Summary: Future fic. Liz is married to Kyle and works for the FBI. The aliens never came to Roswell, and there was never a shooting.
Distribution: Back parts can be found at <A
HREF="http://www.inficad.com/~jlaw/Liz/Liz.htm">Stories
by Liz</A>
(Jessi's Page). As for putting them anywhere else, I think I'm
gonna hold off for awhile.
Feedback: Pretty please :)
Subject: A1 (Part 17)
They'd made love.
It almost seemed as if it had been a dream, as he lie there
holding her tiny sleeping body in his arms. Feeling her intense
warmth so close to him.
But it hadn't been.
He knew for sure that he loved her. It was strange and
indescribable, the feeling that welled up within him every time
he even thought about her.
Staring at her, he could almost see their future spread out
before his eyes.
They would marry, live together in a small, quiet town. Maybe
they would have kids, if she felt like taking the chance. He
wasn't even sure if it was possible, but dreaming about it didn't
hurt.
Being with her had caused the ache of loss from Michael's death
to lessen greatly. He knew by then that it would never really go
away, only hide sometimes.
He was okay with that. As long as he had Liz, he was okay.
He didn't even want to think about Isabel. But she invaded his
thoughts anyway. Typical.
He wondered if she knew about Michael yet. Probably not. He could
imagine that she was just thinking he hadn't been sleeping.
Stupid Isabel. He knew that he would never be able to forgive her
for what she'd done. What she'd taken from him.
At one time he had loved her more than anything else, but now all
that he felt towards her was anger. Now all he had left was Liz,
and that was enough. It had to be.
"Max?"
Startled, he gazed down at her. She smiled up at him softly, her
eyes only halfway open.
"Morning."
He grinned. "Morning yourself. Sleep well?"
"Mmm…better than I have in years."
He kissed the tip of her nose lovingly. "I can understand
that….even a motel bed is better than a desk."
"You're very right there."
Cuddling a little closer to him, she tried not to think about
everything that had happened. There would be plenty of time for
that later. Right now, she just wanted to get lost in him.
"How are you feeling?" she asked quietly.
He smiled into her hair. "Perfect. You?"
"Ditto."
He smiled into the dark cloud of her hair. How had he ever lived
without her? It didn't seem possible.
"I love you Max."
Words like music to his heart. "I love you too."
She turned her head to face him. "But how? Why? After what I
am…was?"
Brushing his lips against hers, he whispered the answer into her
mouth. "For the same reasons that you are able to love
me."
He broke away to see her smiling.
"Thank you."
"Anytime."
The early afternoon sun streamed in through the half-open blinds,
lighting up their faces. They were talking quietly, even though
there was no one around to hear them. Perhaps just out of sheer
habit.
"So Isabel was your…sister?"
He shook his head. "Not technically. We didn't come out of
the same pods, so we weren't really related. We only have the
same parents is because…."
"They picked the two of you," she finished.
"Right."
"Ok. I understand. But how…when did you two start…"
"Seeing each other that way?"
She nodded.
"I'm not sure, really. In high school sometime. I don't even
really remember how it happened, but one minute we were like best
friends, and the next we were making out all the time. It was
strange, but I really did believe I loved her. The only reason
that I can think of is that she was really the only girl that I
was close to--that I could trust. We knew each other so well, and
we couldn't share our secret with anyone else...so we just sort
of came together, out of lack of other choices I guess."
"But she still loves you, right?"
He frowned. "Yeah, I think so."
"Are you sure you don't still love her?"
"Liz…I swear to you, I don't feel anything for her
anymore. I love you, you know that."
Smiling, she nodded. "Yeah, I think I do."
They'd been talking for hours by then, about anything that came
across their minds. Liz had explained to him her marriage to
Kyle, saying that the only reason she'd married him was because
they'd been dating for so long, and by the time she graduated
from college everyone expected. And, like everything else, she'd
allowed herself to be tricked into believing that she loved him.
Just because everyone said she must. For the first time in her
life, she truly knew that she was following her own heart.
"What are you thinking about?"
"Mr. Davies."
He frowned. "Liz, don't…"
"I know, I know. Don't do this to myself. But I just can't
help it, Max. I still can't believe that he was lying to me all
those years. And then on top of it, he was going to let them kill
you….even if I could forgive him for everything else, I
could never forgive him for that."
Max hesitated a moment before responding, a puzzled expression on
his handsome face. "What do you mean, Liz? He wasn't going
to let them kill me...he was the one who let me escape."