Author: N/A
Email: [email protected]
Disclaimer: The characters of Roswell belong to the WB, among others, I’m just borrowing them to tell a tale.
Summary: A year or two down the road (still in highschool)…Max and Liz are about to end the friendship game they’ve been playing.
Category: Max/Liz
Rating: PG
Authors Note: 1.) For some reason I like Fan Fictions in
episode format so that’s how I wrote this… 2.) This
story gets vague at a specific spot – I figure your
imaginations can come up with details far better than I can
write…
Theory of Relativity
(Scene: Max’s bedroom. Max is siting on his bed reading a book and listening to the radio. There’s a knock on his door)
Max: It’s open (Isabel enters and Max immediately looks
at her funny) What’s wrong?
Isabel: Nothing's wrong, can’t I just come and see what
you’re doing?
Max: Isabel, you knocked. Now what’s going on.
Isabel (she sighs): Okay Max…but you can’t get mad at
me…you know how Liz can get sometimes…
Max (interrupting her): What’s wrong with Liz?
Isabel: Nothing's wrong with her (she pauses searching for the
way to say what she has to, and finally looking away from Max and
sheepishly says) She knows we can dream walk.
Max: What! Isabel, you know….
Isabel (interrupting him and talking really fast): Keep your
pants on Max…I told her we hadn’t done it to her and
that you don’t really do it all – she kind of seemed
disappointed (Max looks at her patronizing). Look, we were
talking about Valenti and I let a few things slip…you know,
about what we saw when we went into his dream…and then you
know how Liz is – question, question, question – I
couldn’t not tell her Max.
Max (smiling from the image of Liz berating Isabel with
questions): What’d she say?
Isabel: Once the feeling of indignation left her she just had
more questions…she didn’t really understand...I told
her I’d visit her tonight and show her. (Seeing Max’s
face flinch with a hint of jealousy) You could go…I’m
sure that’s what she’s hoping for.
Max: I couldn’t it…
Isabel: It’s just a dream Max, and you have more patience
with her incessant questioning than I do.
Max (contemplating the proposal): It is just a dream.
Isabel: Good boy Max…let me know how it goes. (she leaves)
(Scene: Max’s Bedroom. Max is laying on the bed with the
yearbook out looking at Liz’s picture. He’s obviously
struggling with “to-do-it or not-to-do-it”)
Max: It’s just a dream…(he touches her picture and
closes his eyes as he rests his head down on his pillow)
(Dream Scene: Liz’s Bedroom. Liz, wearing her bathrobe,
is sitting on the edge of her bed. Max enters the dream standing
in front of her in the middle of her room)
Liz: I’ve been waiting for you. (She looks up at Max) I
wasn’t sure if…if you were going to come.
Max (nervous and uncomfortable): Isabel thought it might be more
comfortable for you if it was me.
Liz: Is that the only reason you came?
Max (almost embarrassed): No.
Liz: Isabel said you don’t do this very often, why?
Max: We went once when we were little…into our mother’s
dream. We wanted to know what she thought of us…but
it…it really freaked her out…she couldn’t sleep
for weeks. I just decided that I didn’t like it…I would
never want anyone to know my dreams, so what gives me the right?
Liz (smiling and looking up at him) Always the gentleman, Max.
Max (looking at her and smiling back): Not that I haven’t
thought about it.
Liz: So are you real?
Max: Well sort of…I mean this is your dream, I’m just a
visitor...but I am the Max you know, not some sort of imaginary
dream Max. Does that make since? It’s really hard to
explain…
Liz: Can I touch you?
Max (thinking about it): Well, yea…you are your “dream
self” and I’m my “dream self” and in the
dream plane you can do anything that you…
Liz (interrupting him and smiling): No Max, I mean can I touch
you?
Max (getting it and looking at her and in a shaky voice)
Oh…it’s your dream.
Liz (stands up, looks at him): Will I feel you?
Max (confused): I don’t really know, I mean we
don’t…really feel dreams.
(Liz looks at him slightly seductively, walks over to him and
puts her hand on his chest. They look at each other. She puts her
hand down and walks around Max so she’s standing behind him.
He turns around looking at her questioningly. She puts her hand
on his chest again and pushes him backward until he sits on her
bed. Max looks up at her extremely nervous)
Liz (softly): It’s my dream, right?
Max (sounding nervous): Yes.
Liz (whispering, like she’s talking to herself): And
it’s just a dream.
Max (getting more nervous): But it’s still you Liz, and
it’s still me…
Liz: In a dream.
(Liz looks at him deeply and then drops her bathrobe. She’s
wearing a simple, very thin, spaghetti strapped long cotton
nightgown. Max catches his breath and stands up)
Max (barely audible): Liz…
Liz: Max, I’ve been dreaming about this for a long time.
(Max just stands there looking at Liz, passion over takes him and
he steps toward her)
Max: Not as long as I have. (He grabs her, pulls her to him and
they kiss)
-----Commercial Break ------ (let your minds wander where they
will)
(Dream Scene: Liz’s Bedroom. Liz is resting her head on
Max’s bare chest and Max is gently playing with her hair)
Liz: Listen.
Max: What?
Liz (she raises her head and looks up at him): Our heart
beats…they’re beating (she pauses) in sync (she grabs
his left hand puts it on her chest and puts his right hand on
his. Surprised he looks up at her)
Liz: Will we remember this?
Max: I think so…after you wake up.
Liz: I don’t want to wake up, Max. (Max smiles at her and
gently pulls her face towards his and gives her a kiss on her
forehead)
BANG (There’s a loud sound from Liz’s door. The screen
splits and we see Max in his bedroom jerking out of bed and Liz
jerking up in her bed. Scene stays with Liz.)
Mrs. Parker (from behind the door): Liz honey, it’s a
quarter past 7. Are you up?
Liz (looking down at her bed – where Max was in her dream
– rubbing eyes, and smiling): Yea Mom. I’m up.
(She throws back the covers and gets out of bed, still in la la
land from her dream she walks over to her dresser. She stops dead
in her tracks when she sees herself in the mirror wearing
Max’s shirt. She looks down at herself grabs at the shirt,
slowly looks over to where her bathrobe and nightgown are on the
floor. She looks back at the mirror with “panic/confused
face.” She goes back to her bed and sees blood on her
sheets, panic face gets worse.)
(Scene: Max’s Bedroom. A bare-chested Max is looking for
his shirt. Isabel comes in his room)
Isabel: You’re not ready yet.
Max (confused and fumbling through his things): I can’t find
my night-shirt.
Isabel: Max it’s 7:30, forget the shirt. (Max looks up at
her confused) Is everything okay?
Max: Yea.
Isabel: So how’d it go last night.
Max (startled): What?
Isabel: The dream, you did go, right?
Max: Yea…
Isabel (interrupting): Are you sure everything’s okay?
Max (totally flustered): No offense Iz, but I’ve gotta get
ready for school.
Isabel (looking at him inquisitively): Okay Max. (She leaves.
When the door shuts Max just sits on his bed looking puzzled)
(Scene: School. Liz and Maria are standing by their lockers.
Maria is babbling on about something and Liz just has this very
distant, distracted look on her face)
Maria: Earth to Liz, h-e-l-l-o. (Maria waves her hand in front of
Liz’s face. Liz startled looks over at Maria)
Okay…where’d you just go?
Liz (stumbling): I’m sorry Maria…I just had…this
dream last night…I uh…(she looks up and sees Max and
Isabel walking down the hall toward them. Liz’s confused
look makes Max confused and Liz follows him with her eyes as he
walks past her)
Maria (watching the whole interaction): That time I know where
you went. What is going on with you Liz?
Liz: We’re going to be late for class.
Maria: Not so fast.
Liz: Maria…it was just a really weird dream.
Maria: Lunch – I want details.
Liz (gives her a week smile): Uh uh.
(Scene: Library. Max and Liz’s 4th period biology class
is doing research. Max is sitting at a table and Liz walks up and
sits across from him. She just stares at him)
Max: Liz?
Liz (softly): It was a dream right?
Max (matches her confused look with a sad one): It was a bad
idea.
Liz (sounding urgent): Max, tell me it was a dream.
Max: Liz, what’s wrong? (He looks at her, trying to gauge
her mood) It was just a dream, an intense dream. (Liz just looks
at him and Max gets more concerned and worried) It was a really
bad idea…Liz?
Liz (looking away from Max dazed): It wasn’t a dream…
Max (really confused): Liz, it was.
(Liz looks at Max and then opens her backpack and pulls out his
shirt. Max just looks from the shirt to Liz back to the shirt)
Liz: Then how’d I…(she pauses and looks at Max, looking
for answers) I was wearing this when I got up this morning. (Max
is stone faced just looking at the shirt and then at Liz)
Max (mumbling to himself): It was a dream…I fell
asleep…my room…woke up…in my room…how…
(Max looks at Liz and stops, they look at each other neither
knowing what to say or what the hell’s going on. Liz shakes
her head, gets up from her seat and sits in the chair next to
Max. She pulls it close to him, looks at Max and then grabs his
left hand and holds it over her heart and grabs his right and
places it over his. They both look down at their hands and then
up at each other.)
(Scene fades to black and we hear the sound of their hearts
beating in sync)