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 3)
He slipped quietly into the room, glancing quickly around
before advancing toward the bed. The petite blonde girl looked
tiny in the huge bed, the stark white sheets pulled up to her
chin and hiding all but her pale face.
He felt his stomach twist in agony upon seeing her.
Every day, no matter how many broken and bruised people he saw, it never managed to affect him differently. It always hurt.
Cautiously, he began to approach her bedside….taking
small, measured steps, feeling his hands trembling beside him as
he grew closer.
The little voice in his head…the one that sometimes sounded
strangely similar to Isabel's, began to question his motives,
scolded him for even thinking about something like this…
Struggling desperately to block it out, he continued to stare at
the girl. A face flashed before him, in his mind, and he found
himself smiling in remembrance….dark hair, soulful eyes. She
had looked so sad, but yet so beautiful. All he wanted to do was
help her…to make her smile. He
would give anything to see her smile.
He reached out, lightly touching the girl's arm, sliding his hand
down until he felt her pulse. It was weak…so very weak, like
she was just barely hanging on to life.
The voice surfaced again, begging him not to go through with
it…to think once of himself, and his family…to protect
them. Reminding him to think this through, to be in control.
But above all of it he still heard her voice…..Elizabeth
Parker. "Is there anything you can do…please?"
Her haunted eyes, her broken soul….it was all that pushed
him forward, made him continue on his mission.
When he had become a doctor, he had sworn to Isabel, Micheal,
and himself that he would never use his powers. He would be like
any other normal physician..using human medicine to heal people.
The girl that sat outside had affected him enough to make him
break that oath…and risk everything that they had worked
their entire lives to protect. But he couldn't think of that now….and
he could not go back.
With both hands, he gently cupped her head. She was still, and
her eyes remained closed. He closed his own, concentrating,
pouring all of his strength into her, healing her. A jolt passed
through his body, and the flood of images washed over him, so
quickly that they were only bright flashes of light.
First their were children, playing, dancing, talking…a small
dark haired girl and boy.
The same children, growing up…high school, graduation. A girl that he recognized as Liz, crying, throwing things..yelling. Driving off.
He could feel all of Maria's pain, all of the emotions she'd
felt as Liz had left her.
It was all over almost as soon as it had begun, the impact of
everything knocking him slightly away from her bed, and into the
thin divider curtain.
When he opened his eyes again to look at her, he was grateful
to see that her eyes were not open, but that she was coming to
her senses.
Maybe he still had a chance to cover all of this up. Returning to
stand beside her, he waited until she had completely awakened,
disoriented but alive. "Huh..where…what happened?"
She was looking around frantically, confused when she realized
where she was. He placed a calming hand on her shoulder, gently
pushing her back down against the bed. "You're fine, Miss
Deluca. You were in an accident this afternoon, but everything's
okay. You gave us a little scare, but there was no major damage
done."
She only nodded, not completely understanding his meaning. "Liz?"
He shook his head. "No, she's…" He felt the
presence beside him, smelled the wonderful scent of her before he
saw her.
"Hey Maria." The tears in her voice were evident, but
the smile was more so. "God, I thought I'd lost you…"
Maria had begun to cry now as well, but was grinning giddily.
"I'm so sorry."
Maria sniffled. "Me too."
Liz walked around to the other side of the bed and leaned down,
embracing her friend tightly. Neither of them verbalized it, but
both of them knew that things were going to change.
Max watched them, smiling slightly, before he turned to leave.
"No, wait!"
Elizabeth.
He turned around slowly, plastering on his professional face.
There was nothing he wanted more than to talk to her…but he
knew that things had to end here. If it went beyond this moment,
this room….everything would fall apart.
So he said nothing as she walked over to him, smiling brightly,
her eyes glistening with tears. "Thank you," she
whispered.
He avoided her eyes, instead focusing on the wall behind her.
"It's my job."
He knew it was a stupid reply, but all other words had seemed to
fail him just then.
She leaned closer to him. "No…what you did…it
was a miracle. I don't know exactly what it
was..but you saved her life. Thank you, so much."
He felt himself waver at her closeness. It was almost
overwhelming…the scent of her hair, the feel of her warm
breath on his face. Nodding, he started to turn again. It would
only take 5 seconds to get to the door, and then he could put
this behind him forever…
Her arms wrapped around him suddenly, winding around his neck and
pulling him tightly against her. "I mean it."
And, ignoring all reason, he hugged her back, reveled in the feel
of her body pressed against his…of his arms wrapped around
her tiny waist.
It was like nothing he'd ever known, and everything he'd always
dreamed of. He knew that, even though he'd only met this woman 30
minutes ago…that their lives had somehow been intertwined,
and it was something that he could not change. Pulling away, he
smiled at her, a secret smile that told the secrets of his heart.
"Bye."
She smiled back. "Bye."
He walked away, knowing that it would not be the last time that
he saw her.