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 2)
Her head seemed to be spinning out of control as she sat,
motionless, in the waiting room chair. Muffled words, sobs, the
sound of the television….all faded to the back of her mind,
blocked out by the visions that tormented her.
Maria's face as she'd pleaded with her.
Maria's face as she'd lain on the ground…bleeding and
broken, eyes closed.
The ambulance, speeding torward them and then the flurry of
activity as they loaded her tiny frame onto the gurney. All of
the tubes and machines, beeping and whirring.
Maria…silent, still, pale.
Maria.
'I'm sorry.'
A simple prayer, a cry for help and forgiveness. Her fault. It
was always her fault. Maria would die because of her. She knew
that she would die. There was no hope left in her heart.
Maria's face filled her mind, a portrait of life and death all at
once. She had been so full of life.
And then her mind was flooded with pictures, memories of her life
before…high school, college. She, Maria, and Alex. Studying,
partying, shopping…all the fun they'd had together. Vibrant
Maria, the one that had never let them stay sad, their pillar of
strength through hard times. She had loved Maria so much…she
had been her best friend, and one of the most important people in
her life.
But then the memories grew dark, overshaded with sadness and fear…
Liz's Grandmother, dead on her hospital bed. Her parents,
fighting…divorcing.
College.
It had been the last straw..moving away and having to survive
on her own. The pressure had broken her, that and the pain.
Slowly-that's how it had started, her downhill journey. Her
grades had dropped, and she'd spent more and more time alone, in
her room.
Until she had finally just stopped showing up at her classes. For
awhile, there had been drugs…and sex, a different man every
night. By the time her first year of college had passed, she'd
already had an overdose and an abortion.
That summer she'd returned to Roswell, in a deep depression
and just hoping to find some of the normalcy she'd left behind.
But things had never been the same.
Maria and Alex were happy. Going to college, enjoying their
lives. They'd welcomed her back, of course. At first.
She just hadn't been able to let go, though. Of everything she'd
seen and been through. Her friends, her home just weren't enough
to bring her back to herself…and she had not known what was.
Until now.
She could only think that if Maria would just get better…if she could see her again, talk to her…she could be okay. She could think again, reach through the dark clutter of her head and find the light again. She would be able to remember how the real Liz Parker acted, and thought…was.
And she could be her.
His deep voice rattled her deeply, reaching out to her as none
had done in so long. She raised her head, found the deep brown
eyes staring back at her. "I'm Dr. Evans."
She found herself only staring back, unable to comprehend
anything happening around her. All she could see was those deep,
soulful eyes.
"Miss…Parker?"
The wheels began to turn again, and she could think. "Yes….I'm
sorry." She blinked, struggled to gather her thoughts.
"About Ms. Deluca…"
Her heart began to pound in her chest. "Is she okay?"
He tried to hide his concern, but she could see through it. His
eyes told her everything. "She's…in a coma."
Another flash in her mind, Maria laughing, eating ice cream from
the carton. "Oh my God." Her head was spinning again,
and this time she couldn't seem to catch it. Nothing was ever
going to be okay again…
"Miss Parker? Are you okay?"
She could remotely feel herself slumping over, blacking out. But
she couldn't…she had to be there..for Maria… "Yeah…yeah,
fine." She propped herself against the arm of the chair.
"Will she wake up?"
The fleeting look of worry crossed his face again. The scream of
sirens sounded in her ears, drowning out all of the sounds again.
She felt the tear slip down her cheek, the first of many that
she couldn't hold back. She made no move to wipe them away…only
waited until the screaming stopped, and tried to focus on the
doctor.
He was talking, slowly, deliberately. "….depends on how
long she stays in the coma. The longer she does, the less of a
chance she has to wake up."
More tears.
"Is there…anything you can do? Please?"
He did not answer her at first, and she felt the hope slipping
away once again. "I think so." His whispered words
brought it all back.