Author: Liz
E-mail: [email protected]
Rating: PG-13
Category: M/L
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Song piece at the end is from Third Eye Blind's 'Slow Motion'.
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 Stories by Liz (Jessi's Page). As for putting them anywhere else, I think I'm gonna hold off for awhile.
Feedback: Pretty please :)
Author's Notes: Well, this is it guys. The end (of this part at least). The sequel might not be out for awhile..I'm pretty loaded up w/ work and stuff right now, and with my new series and Secrets. But it'll get written eventually (if you care :) Hope you enjoy! I've loved writing this fic, and I hope you've liked reading it. Thanks to everyone who sent feedback, and to those who read and didn't. I love y'all!
Subject: A1 (Part 19)
Long after she had read the letter, his words still echoed in
her mind. Her tears had dried on her cheeks hours ago, leaving
stiff tracks on her skin. And yet she sat on, staring out at
nothing. Thinking of Mr. Davies and all that he had been through,
all he'd lost and everything he'd done for her. How stupid and
cruel she'd been. She thought again of all of the people that, at
that very moment, sat caged up in those glass rooms, and she knew
what she had to do.
It tore her apart inside, but she knew that there was no other
choice. She had to go back.
Mr. Davies had done so much for her that she'd never even known
about--all to keep her safe from the things he'd gone through.
He'd risked her hatred just to be sure that she never had to face
the same choices. But she still had to go back. For her, for Max,
for Mr. Davies, for them. She didn't even know what she could do,
or if there was anything she could do, but she couldn't just walk
away. Not without regretting it for the rest of her life. All of
her life she'd lived for others, done what everyone expected of
her. She was doing that now, only for the first time in her life,
she knew that what she was doing was the right thing. Those
people in that lab, aliens or not, didn't deserve what was
happening to them. And even if she went back and never saved a
life, at least she would have tried.
Max.
She loved him--he was all that she'd ever wanted, and she was
giving him up.
It was going to be hard, harder than anything she'd ever done,
but he would understand. She knew that he would. It was hard to
believe that she was leaving him just when she'd finally gotten
him. 'Thank you, Mr.Davies.' Just because he hadn't been able to
make a difference didn't mean she couldn't. She would make up for
both of their mistakes.
When he woke up, he knew immediately that she wasn't beside him.
It was dark outside, but he could make out the faint light coming
from under the bathroom door. Standing up, he made his way across
the small room and to the bathroom. She was taking a bath, her
hair bundled up on her head, her eyes closed. He smiled to
himself, going to sit down on the edge of the bathtub. She was so
very beautiful.
"Liz?"
She opened her eyes, and a smile formed on her perfect lips.
"Hey sleepyhead."
"Hey. Getting all cleaned up for me?"
She nodded. "Yep."
She was smiling, but he could tell that something was troubling
her.
"What's wrong?"
Her smile fell. She wasn't very good at hiding her emotions from
him. "Mr. Davies wrote me a letter."
He shrugged slightly. "What did it say?"
She pointed wordlessly at the two sheets of paper that sat folded
on the sink.
He read the letter quickly, and she watched his face carefully as
he did. She could tell that he was troubled by the letter. She
was even more troubled by what she was going to have to tell him.
When he was done, he carefully refolded it and sat it down on the
floor.
For a long time he stared at her, trying to form the right words.
"Wow."
"Yeah." She reached for his hand, and he grabbed onto
it, squeezing tightly. "Max, I have to…"
"Go back. I know."
"I'm sorry."
He looked away from her, trying to hide the tears that he'd
thought were gone. "I understand."
"I'll always love you, Max. And I swear, one day we'll find
each other again. We'll be so happy."
He nodded, still not looking at her.
"I just have to do it. I wouldn't be able to live with
myself…."
"Thank you."
"For what? For leaving you?"
"No. For caring so much. You just don't know how much it
means."
"Thank you for loving me."
They didn't say anything else as they sat there together, just
being comforted by each others' presence. No words were really
needed.
Soon they would be separated once again, and all they wanted to
do was remember what it was like to be together.