Author: Ashley

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Rating: PG-13

Disclaimer: I don¹t own anything about Roswell, I'm just borrowing because they are such great characters to play with!!

Summary: You ain't gettin' one!! It's got Ma/L, Ma/M, Mi/L, Mi/M, Ma/F, Mi/S, etc. hee hee (you guys are going to kill me, aren't you?) I and A are there, but they're just in the background...sorry!

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Then the Morning Comes (Part One)

Liz was leaning up against her locker, yawning as she switched her books in and out for her first class. Maria was talking non-stop, of course, about the long hours they had worked at the cafe last night. Liz turned her bleary eyes to her in amazement.

"How can you still talk this much? I'm too exhausted to think that fast, much less talk that fast."

Maria giggled. "It's a gift. Although, actually, I've heard more than one person say that it's a curse. Just take a nap during..."

Suddenly, Maria stopped talking and slapped Liz on the shoulder.

"Ow! What is it?"

Maria pointed speechlessly down the hall.

Liz looked at her for a second, wondering what could shut Maria up that quick. But when she saw Max and Isabel headed her way, she had the same reaction.

"Oh....my...." she managed.

Max was wearing black cowboy boots...and tight black leather pants that showed off his muscles as he walked....and a deep purple silk shirt, unbuttoned halfway down his tanned, toned chest. He looked completely...hot.

Isabel was walking two feet in front of him, obviously embarrassed. She saw Liz and Maria and headed in their direction in relief.

Behind her, Max had other ideas. A tall, blonde senior cheerleader was standing by the lockers, obviously checking him out. As he smiled and headed in her direction, she fluttered her eyelashes coyly at him.

Liz was stunned. Isabel reached them with an apologetic look.

"He has been acting weird all morning."

Maria looked at Max, who had put one hand on the lockers behind the blonde and was leaning in amazingly close, and then back at Isabel.

"What the hell did you feed that boy for breakfast, an oyster cocktail with a Viagra chaser? How could he be interested in Flora Sanders?"

Isabel sighed. "I tried to get him to change clothes or at least button up that stupid shirt, but he wouldn't listen."

Liz *had* to get closer to hear what Max was saying. He was drawing a lot of attention to himself, surely he knew that.

As she stood just feet away, Max leaned in and kissed Flora on the neck. She blushed and tried to look disinterested.

She's failing miserably, thought Liz. As if to prove Liz's point, Flora reached up and touched Max's chest, making sure to let her hand roam a little.

That was all the encouragement Max needed. He dropped his books and pulled her to him, oblivious to everyone else in the hallway. His hand traced her jaw line and he pushed her hair behind her ear.

Liz was in total shock. That's how he...how we...that jerk, she thought angrily. She wanted to tear her eyes away, but she just couldn't.

But Flora finally felt embarrassed by the public display and pushed him away. Max stared at her a moment in confusion, then leaned in to whisper in her ear.

Flora listened and then shook her flushed face. She switched her backpack around to the other shoulder and walked down the hall, trying to ignore the catcalls.

Max heard the clapping and cheers from the guys around, but just ignored them and picked up his books. He took the opportunity to check out the other girls walking around him, most of whom were smiling at him.

Then the bell rang and the students scattered, Max slowly weaving his way among them. Except three, who still could not believe what they had seen.

Liz was frozen in place, trying to reconcile Max's behavior with the shy, careful guy she knew.

Isabel was totally embarrassed and finally threw her hands in the air. "That is NOT my brother," she mumbled as she walked to class.

Maria walked over to Liz and slipped her arm through hers. "Don't worry, I'm sure there's an explanation. We'd better go to class."

Liz turned to Maria. "He was strutting down the hall just now, wasn't he? Tell me the truth."

Maria avoided Liz's eyes. "No, it was just a kind of rhythmic walking thing. Definitely not a strut."

Liz sighed. "You're lying. I can always tell when you're lying. And I thought Max's 'step back' crap was hard to take. This is definitely worse."

Maria laid her head on Liz's shoulder as they headed to class.

After second period, Maria was determined to confront Max, since Liz was entirely incapable of it. And Alex was laughing too hard to do it.

She rolled her eyes at the 'guyness' Alex displayed sometimes.

Like it isn't totally scary to see Max try to be a stud. Ewww, she shivered at the thought. It's just not *him*.

So when she finally caught up to him in the hallway between classes, she pulled him away from Lisa Genowski, who was turning all kind of shades of red as he caressed her hair, and practically dragged him into the eraser room.

She slammed the door behind them and threw her books on the floor.

"You have some explaining to do, Max Evans. I just cannot believe you would do this to Liz."

She was completely unready for his response.

He set his books down on a nearby shelf and turned to look at her...slowly...up and down. "Has anyone told you that you look incredible today?"

For the second time that day, Maria was speechless.

Max walked towards her slowly, his eyes caressing her face and moving back down to her legs.
"Incredible...and very sexy."

She shook her head, and backed up as far as she could. The door halted her escape.

All she could do is watch as Max came closer. The intensity of his gaze....the way he blinked his eyes so slowly....the curve of his lips...and the heat coming off of him was mesmerizing.

This is Max, Maria thought desperately. Liz's Max?

But now he was putting both of his hands against the door and leaning in. She could feel his breath as she tried to avoid eye contact. But gazing down only left her staring at his amazingly cut chest muscles. She giggled. What was it that she was supposed to tell him?

"Are you the one," Max whispered in her ear.

Maria looked up at him in confusion.

Max's eyes moved down to her lips and Maria found herself not minding at all. She managed to keep her head still as his lips found hers, but that didn't last long. His lips were so gentle, but the feeling behind them....was intoxicating.

She put her hands up to push him away, but the feel of his muscles underneath that silk turned her push into a caress.

Max pulled away slowly and smiled down at her. "You are the one," he said huskily.

Something about that phrase brought Maria back to herself. "Okay," she said as she ducked out from under Max¹s arms. "That's not true. I'm so *not* the one."

She was trying to catch her breath and get her head back on straight. Max was still looking at her like she was his favorite flavor of ice cream....and she didn't really mind it.

"See, I can see now why Liz...I mean, the whole kissing thing is very...very hot. But-no. I am not the one, so I had better leave. Right now."

Max gazed at her intently. "Are you sure? You felt pretty right to me."

"No," she shook her head. "Definitely not right. I'm the wrong one. I talk too much. I...hate biology. I...have to go. Bye, Max."

She managed to grab her books and be out the door before Max could touch her again. After the door shut behind her, she berated herself. "That did NOT work. Liz is going to kill me...."

Max spent all of third period checking out the girls in the class, which completely annoyed Isabel.

But what really pissed her off was the responses from the girls in the class. They were flirting like crazy!

She had to admit that Max *would* look hot, *if* he weren't her brother. Ewww! But still...

Before class ended, Max finally settled on one, a redhead with long legs, a short skirt and a killer smile. After the bell rang, he moved over to her desk. "Hi," he said, huskily.

"Well, well, if it isn't Max Evans." She gathered her books and stepped in front of him.

"Tell me your name..." he said, intrigued by her smile.

"Cassie...Cassie Burkhalter. You've only known me for three years, Max," she shook her head at him and started to walk away.

Max watched her sashaying hips, completely oblivious to the hint of anger in her voice. He caught up to her easily.

"Have you ever been to the eraser room before?" he asked, sliding his arm around her waist.

She stared at him and stopped walking. Then a grin slid across her face.

Isabel stood in the doorway, completely dumbfounded as they walked away together.

"He-he....She....that tramp! He-" Isabel gritted her teeth and thought of a few choice words Mr. Max Evans was going to hear on the way home today. After all his talk about being careful and urges and snot like that, he just goes off and seduces any girl who'll give him the time of day.

Isabel stomped off to her next class with one thought reverberating in her mind, "This sucks!"

Liz was tapping her pencil on the countertop. She couldn't help but glance at Max again. Not only was his shirt unbuttoned all the way and completely untucked, but he had lipstick smeared on his neck and chest.

*And* he was completely oblivious to her anger, seemingly lost in his own thoughts.

Liz couldn't figure him out. His behavior was outrageous, but he didn't act uncomfortable with it in the least.

As the teacher handed out their lab assignment for the day, Liz tried to break into Max's reverie. "Hello? Anybody home?"

Max started, and then stared at Liz like he'd never seen her before.

Liz couldn't stand it. She pulled a tissue out of their station's box and handed it to him. "You have lipstick all over you. Wipe it off," she grumbled.

He took the tissue and absentmindedly swiped at his neck, never taking his eyes off of her. Liz sighed in frustration and stood beside the microscope.

"If you're interested in our project at all, we're supposed to be comparing these two slides. Do you want to make the first observations or should I?"

Max stood up and walked over to stand directly behind her.

Liz immediately felt her guard go up.

Max leaned in, "Are you the one?"

His husky whisper unnerved her. Liz turned her head to look at him and he reached up to caress her cheek. His other hand stole around her waist, pulling her back against him.

Liz immediately felt flushed and annoyed with herself. They were in Biology class, for god's sake!!

She looked back up at him just as his glance slid to her lips and she knew he was going to kiss her...right in front of everyone.

She pulled away desperately and walked up to Mrs. Hardy. "I'm not feeling well. May I go to the nurse's office?"

Mrs. Hardy looked her over. "You do look flushed, dear. Go ahead. Come back if you get to feeling better."

As Liz grabbed her books, she avoided looking Max in the eyes, but she could feel his gaze as she left the room.

Liz couldn't even form the most basic theory in regards to Max's behavior. It just wasn't Max. That's the only thing she knew. And after tossing aside all of the 'body snatcher' plots she had seen in old movies, there was simply nothing left to work with. Except Max, an incredible libido and an even more incredible outfit.

She blushed just thinking about those tight pants that revealed just about everything...

Walking to the nurse's office, she happened to glance outside the front window for a moment. What she saw didn't make sense, so she stopped and looked again.

It was....Michael, or was it? He was standing on the steps outside, leaning against one of the pillars, his face attached to Pamela Smith's!

Mouth agape, Liz swung open the door and strode over to the couple.

They completely ignored her. Michael had his hands all over Pamela, even up under her shirt. On the front steps of the school!

Liz had had enough. She grabbed Pamela by her hair and yanked her away from Michael.

"Ow!!!!" Pamela slapped Liz's hand.

"Excuse me, what are you two doing?" Liz practically yelled.

Michael just smiled at her dreamily. "She's the one," he said simply.

Liz looked at him with disdain. "Pamela? Uh-huh. I don't think so. Go back to class, Pam."

Pamela looked a trifle embarrassed as she wiped her mouth and tried to quietly slip away.

Liz turned her gaze back to Michael. She noticed that he had slicked his hair back, carefully parted it and was wearing a skin-tight white t-shirt with the tightest jeans Liz had ever seen on a guy. And was that an earring in his ear?

And he was staring at her as if he'd never seen her before.

"And who are you?" he asked her, pushing away from the pillar and walking over to her.

Liz was nonplused, even as she took in the way his shirt was tight in all the right places...

"Michael, what is going on with you and Max? It's me-Liz. And I cannot believe you were out here..."

Michael was getting too close for comfort and Liz took several steps back...right into a pillar. She began to understand how Pamela had been caught in that situation.

Michael leaned in and whispered, "Are you the one?"

"The one what?" she said a little too breathlessly. Had she ever been this close to Michael before?

Michael just smiled and breathed his minty breath on her.

Breath mints and an earring? Liz just had time to think before Michael kissed her. Not a gentle, tender kiss like she expected, but a passionate, hungry kiss that left her breathless. Her arms went behind her to the pillar for support.

She couldn't touch him...she wouldn't. This was Maria's Michael...

But as for stopping this kiss...the tingles running all the way to her toes made it impossible. And-oh god-there went his hands.

Michael slid one hand gently under her sweater, caressing her bare stomach until Liz felt dizzy from the heat. He caressed the back of her neck with the other, running it up into her hair.

As soon as he stopped to take a breath, she looked down (safer that way) and said the only thing that she could manage to think of at the time.

"Uh...I'm not the one, Michael, whatever that means." She shook her head to clear it a little, then chanced a look at him.

Michael was staring down at her, the passion of the moment still in his eyes. "I think you are. You seem familiar...and very sexy."

Liz managed to move his hand off of her stomach and slide out from the pillar. "No. I¹m somebody else's 'one.' I'm sorry...bye."

She took another look at him, still staring at her strangely and forced her weak legs to take her inside.

Once inside, she leaned against the wall and smoothed her hands over her flushed cheeks. Maria was going to kill her when she found out what happened! And when she saw Michael like...that!

What was going on with these guys?

Liz wandered aimlessly for a while, turning the puzzle over and over in her head.

She eventually found herself in a stall in the girls' bathroom, definitely one of the best places to be invisible and think. After all of her thinking, she kept coming back to one thing:

Max and Michael were acting like a totally different people.... mindless combinations of hormones...acting against all their previous caution and driven to...to...

The door opened and two voices filled the room.

"Max Evans? Are you serious?" the first voice asked incredulously.

"I am *so* serious, Jenn. He was all over me. And, oh my god, you should feel his butt in those leather pants. Oh my God. I swear, if it hadn't been for the fact that we were in the middle of gym class, I think he would have hung me out to dry by now."

The bell rang.

"The middle of gym class?" Jenn asked incredulously.

"Uh-huh. Behind the bleachers."

Another girl entered and stopped to chat. "Hi, Jenn."

"Hi, Steph. Oh, Stacey, you are so lucky. I can't even get Max to look at me. I thought he was totally stuck on Liz Parker. What did you do get him away from her?"

"Honey, if I knew that, I wouldn't tell you, anyway. He looks so hot today, he could've probably melted those bleachers if he'd gotten too close."

"I know that's the truth, girl," Steph interrupted. "But from what I've heard, it's not just you he's been groping today."

"Are you kidding? Who else?"

Liz couldn't stand it anymore. She flushed the toilet, and stepped out into view, effectively stopping the conversation.

Her determined glare had the bathroom cleared out in ten seconds.

Liz took a moment to calm herself before heading out to her sixth period class.

Maria was just heading into another restroom, certain that her mascara had smudged again. She kept seeing this black spot on her nose and it was driving her crazy.

When she opened the door and saw a couple making out on the counter, she stammered an "excuse me..." and turned to exit. Then her mind re-processed the image and she did an about-face.

Maria walked up behind the girl who was giving every indication of being totally turned on. And Maria could see why. The guy with his hands up this cream puff's blouse was... Michael Guerin!! Okay, the hair, the earring (?) and the skin-tight, revealing shirt had thrown her off at first, but it was definitely Michael. Her Michael...sort of.

And then, for the second time in less than an hour, Michael had a girl pulled away from him.

As he felt the abrupt end of his kiss, he opened his eyes and blinked slowly.

The cream puff snuck away, a little embarrassed by the turn-on she'd experienced with...Michael Guerin, of all people!!???

Michael's eyes finally focused enough to see Maria standing in front of him, hands on her hips and a glare on her face cold enough to freeze anybody in the heat of the moment.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?"

He just licked his lips and gave her one of the most intense looks she'd ever seen.

She couldn't believe it. He wasn't even going to attempt to explain himself. She grunted in frustration.

"Michael!" She didn't know what else to do but wait for an explanation.

He slid off the countertop and began to walk towards her.

She blinked as saw his eyes run up and down her body.

She held out her hand to ward him off. "Oh no, you don't. Max has already tried this and-"

Michael stopped dead in his tracks. He looked confused. "Are you his one?"

Maria was flabbergasted. "No! Me and Max? No way...but-"

She never got out another word. Michael took two long strides and enveloped her in his arms. He ran his fingers through her hair, smelling it hungrily. He smiled down at her at he ran his fingers over her face.

"Are you the one?" he asked simply. Then, without waiting for an answer, he lowered his mouth onto her quivering lips and immediately thrust his tongue deep into her mouth.

Maria's knees went weak and she couldn't help but respond. Her arms slid around his waist and she grasped weakly at the muscles in his back.

Finally Michael stopped to take a breath and Maria stared up at him, trying to form enough thoughts to make a sentence of some sort.

Michael caressed her cheek. "You are the one," he whispered.

At those words, Maria shook her head and backed out of his embrace.

"Okay, buster. I am NOT doing this again. The make out, get my heart torn out and stomped on thing again. You can forget it. There is something weird going on and I'll be keel-hauled if I'm going to just sit here and be some kind of puppet that you can pick up and get off on every now and then."

She glared at him for a minute as she thought. Then she grabbed his hand. "You're coming with me."

Michael's face was vaguely disturbed by her response, but all he said as she led him out the door was, "Keel-hauled? What's keel-hauled?"

As Liz was thoughtfully making her way to class, she heard a familiar voice call her name. She stopped and winced. Just what she needed.

But she knew it was foolish to try to evade him. He always managed to catch her somehow. So she turned to face the music.

Kyle had obviously been waiting for this opportunity all day, a grin of absolute hilarity on his face. "So, Liz, have you seen Max Evans today?"

Liz rolled her eyes. "Yeah, why do you ask? Do his leather pants turn you on, too?"

Kyle stopped in surprise, then poked his lips out in a look of mock pity.

"You're tense, Liz. Having a difficult time controlling your Max? I can understand that. Hell, I'm having a hard time just trying to keep up with who he's groping now," Kyle closed in and put his arm around her shoulders. "Where's a good sportscaster when you need one, huh?"

Liz was in no mood for his barbs. "Kyle, leave me alone," Liz pushed his arm away, but he blocked her from continuing down the hallway.

"What is this, anyway, payback from Max for you breaking up with him? I have to admit it's working better than anything I've tried. I wish I had thought of it first. Although I don¹t know if I would've had the balls to pull it off as well as he has."

Liz gave him a piercing look. "I know you wouldn't have. Goodbye, Kyle."

At least that shut him up. What had she ever seen in him? And what an awful day!

As Liz neared her classroom, she suddenly felt eyes watching her. She sped up, but couldn't shake the feeling. Finally, she casually turned her head to the side and scoped out the hallway.

It was Max, following her with an unmistakable grin on his face. At least someone had finally convinced him to tuck his shirt back in and button it halfway up.

I'll have to thank Isabel. She's the only one who would've done that.

Then Liz noticed three very interested girls trying to catch up to Max, just dying for a piece of the action.

Liz decided to nip this thing in the bud. She strode towards Max and grabbed his hand.

"You must be thinking what I'm thinking," he intoned as he rubbed her palm with his thumb.

Liz glared at him. "I seriously doubt that."

She pulled him into the eraser room and tried to ignore the giggles and catcalls she heard outside.

Then, before turning around, she stopped to gather her thoughts and take a deep breath. Big mistake.

Max was standing behind her in an instant, his body firm and hot against hers. She lost every single thought she had just gathered as his hands slid around her waist. Instead of a coherent sentence, only a low sigh made it out of her mouth.

She had completely forgotten how he affected her...especially when he was like....this. Whatever 'this' is...

As he leaned to bury his face in her hair, she could barely hear his whisper. "Are you the one?"

That phrase reminded Liz of why she was there. Somehow she managed to turn herself in his arms and pull away.

Max looked surprised, but was still smiling that sexy...intriguing 'come hither' smile. Liz almost forgot her question...again.

Max started to move towards her.

Liz lifted up her hand to stop him. "Wait. Just tell me one thing."

Max didn't stop. "What's that?"

"What do you mean, am I 'the one'?"

He stopped just in front of her and paused to think. It was obvious that he hadn't even considered the question until now.

"'The one' means....my mate...for life. Yeah..." He seemed satisfied with his answer and stepped closer to Liz, reaching out and caressing her face. "I think it's you."

Liz's mind was working so fast she could barely control it.

She took his hand away from her face and looked deeply into his eyes. She was beginning to understand, but there was one missing piece that she just couldn't figure out.

"For life.... what's the point of getting a lifemate now?" she asked hesitantly. "You're only sixteen."

Max looked at her in surprise, then leaned in close. Liz thought he was going to try to evade the question. Instead, he brushed the hair away from her neck and kissed her neck a few times before answering.

"Procreation," he whispered huskily.

"What?" Liz managed to choke out.

"Making a baby, Liz. You know what the word means. It's time..." he reached out his other hand and pulled her closer and continued to kiss her neck, moving down onto her chest.

She knew she should have worn a turtleneck today.

Liz¹s heart was so torn. Had she ever dreamed of anything more than being his forever? But, Max wouldn't be saying this if he was in his right mind....

She shook her head. She knew what she *had* to do.

"Max," she whispered and waited for him to look at her. "Max...I am the one, but-"

He bowed his head and pulled her close in an embrace. "Thank you," he choked out.

Liz closed her eyes briefly as her arms went around him. She'd had no idea this meant so much to him. God, she hated to do this to him. "We need to get you out of here, okay?"

Max mumbled, "Sure."

Liz was sure she saw tears in his eyes as she grabbed his hand and pulled him toward the door. The hallways were almost empty as the bell rang.

Liz managed to remember Alex's schedule and stood outside his math class trying to get his attention. Finally, he looked up and interpreted her gestures well enough to ask for a bathroom pass.

When he got out in the hall and saw Max, his eyes lost their worried expression. "I hear you've had a busy day. So, what is your harem currently running? Think I could borrow a few?" he asked with a grin.

Max just smiled at Liz. Liz glared at Alex.

"We need your help, and Isabel's. Can you find her and meet us at the jeep in the parking lot? I've got to find Maria...and Michael if he's still here."

Alex frowned. "Sure. Is Isabel all right?"

"Yeah, I'll explain when you get outside."

As they reached Max's jeep, Liz was relieved to see Maria and Michael already there.

"Maria! I looked everywhere for you. I'm so glad you found Michael," Liz couldn't help but smile at the way Maria pulled away from Michael quickly as they walked up.

"Yeah...and he's...like....completely freaking me out. He and Mr. Loverboy there," she indicated Max walking towards her. "I..uh...hear Max had some major eraser room time today."

Liz shook her head. "Well, I finally think I know what's going on. Alex and Isabel should be here soon-"

"There they are," Maria interrupted.

Alex and Isabel walked up, looking slightly worried. "What's up, guys?" Isabel got right to the point. "Michael? Oh my god...him, too?"

Michael just grinned and put his arms around Maria's waist.

Not to be outdone, Max pulled Liz back against him and began rubbing her neck. "She's the one," he said happily.

Liz smiled and shook her head in embarrassment, trying to keep her mind on her theory.

"Okay, here's the upshot. In the animal world, different species mate different ways. Some have lifelong, monogamous relationships and some just join together for the purpose of species propagation. Now, since we know nothing about you guys, really, it's just a guess, but something has triggered a drive in Max and Michael for both. They have been after every girl in sight trying to find 'the one', at least that's what they call it."

Michael smiled, "The one."

Liz looked at him, still unused to the new Michael.

"Right. And this 'one' would be their life mate, starting now. So it seems to me the best thing to do is to keep them from being out of the house, keep them from finding some girl who will take advantage of their...condition and become their life mate unintentionally. Alex, can Michael spend the night at your place?"

"Sure. Dad won't mind at all, and now I'll have someone to watch 'Touched by an Angel' with," he shrugged.

"Good. Keep him inside, however you have to. Isabel, you'll have to keep Max in the house all night, too. I'm just praying this will end before tomorrow, or we'll have to come up with a better plan."

Isabel frowned and shook her head. "I'm pretty sure this will end soon. I don't know how I know, but know that it will. Probably by morning."

Liz smiled. "That's the first good news I've heard all day."

Maria grasped Liz's hand and pulled her out of Max's arms, who let her go reluctantly.

"Excuse us for just a minute," she gave them all a brilliant smile and walked with Liz a safe distance away.

"Do you realize what you're doing, Liz?" Maria began.

Liz understood immediately and avoided Maria's eyes.

"This is the most awesome opportunity to get Max to be yours for life! How can you pass this up?"

Liz sighed, "Because it's not what he wants. He's told me so. He wants space right now, remember? Doing that to him would just...I would be using him. It's not right."

Maria grabbed her by the shoulders. "Liz, you're not thinking clearly. He loves you, you know that, he knows that. You ARE the one for him."

"Maria, I don't think you understood what I meant earlier. They are different from us and this...change they're going through is probably just the way their instincts preserve their species."

"Huh?" Maria looked completely lost.

"What I'm saying is that those hormones are kicking in because in their life cycle, it's time to find their mate for the purpose of making a family. Becoming a life mate means also becoming the mother of their children. So tell me, do you feel like being a headline in the National Star?"

Maria's jaw dropped. "But, that's not how it works for us. I mean, if it's not the right time of the month for a woman, then...."

"I know that, Maria, but if on their planet the male hormones actually initiate the whole process, then it may work that way for them here, even with human girls. What I'm saying is that it's not safe.... And I don't know about you, but I do not want to be pregnant at 16. No matter who the father is."

Liz and Maria locked eyes for a moment, each recognizing the element of frustration and fear in the other.

Maria sighed. "Then I guess we had better come up with a plan 'B', because I don't see Max or Michael giving up tonight," she said slowly.

Liz nodded. "You're right."

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