Author Name: Liz
Email: [email protected]
Rating: These parts, probably R (?)
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
Summary: Future fic. The aliens never came to Roswell, and Liz
was never shot.
Category: M/L
Wrong Turns (Chapter 1)
The door swung open, and she stepped outside, one foot in
front of the other, concentrating on the motions.
Leaning against the gritty brick of the building, she pulled out
the pack of cigarettes from her pocket, shaking one out easily
and placing it between her lips. Her mouth twitched slightly as
she crumpled up the empty pack, another unconscious warning from
the part of her that had died a long time ago.
But she didn't reach for a light, yet…just stood, taking in
the night. There was an eerie stillness that seemed to hover over
the street, the town…a quiet, like the calm before a storm.
It shook her a bit, but she only ignored the feeling that was
growing inside of her. The door opened again beside her, and
Maria walked out, silver alien apron shining in the streetlight's
glow.
"Liz."
Her voice was low and menacing. Reaching out, she grabbed the
stick from Liz's mouth and dropped it to the ground, crushing it
under her shoe. "I thought you quit."
She only shrugged. "Guess not."
There were so many more things that she wanted to say to
Maria…her best friend, at one time
maybe….apologies-caring words. But they just wouldn't come.
They formed in her mind, but never reached her lips. There would
be other days for that.
She looked down at the ground, at the small pile of tobacco
and torn paper. "That was my last one."
"Oh well…I guess I'm sorry then." Her voice was
sarcastic, an angry edge evident.
Liz knew it was easy to ignore that tone. She did it with
everyone she knew. Just like she ignored Maria's heavy sigh, not
moving her eyes from the faded stone of the walkway. "I
just…"
Liz sighed herself, mockingly, exaggerated. "I gotta go
Maria. I'll…see you later."
Without another backwards glance she took off across the street,
walking away from her home and her friend. She just couldn't take
it anymore. Stepping onto the walk on the opposite side of the
street, she heard her cry. "Liz! Please.."
She didn't want to turn, but somehow her feet moved at their own
accord. "What?"
Her voice came out harsh and cold, shocking her. Maria stood in
the middle of the road, shoulders slumped, a tear running
crookedly down her face. "Just talk to me."
She could have broken, then…forgotten everything and just
hugged her, talked to her. Remembered how good things had been
with them, once upon a time. But the moment passed, and she knew
that she couldn't. She couldn't go back. "I'm sorry."
It was all she could give her, right now.
With one last look at Maria's face, she turned again and walked away. She didn't stop until she heard the screech of the brakes…and the scream that shattered the silence.