Name: Lori R 5/02
Email: Gussywussy55@y...
Title: 'Sex, Lies, and Video Tape'....(Okay so I
'borrowed' the title) :D
Category: Max/Isabel (Outsiders)
Rating: NC 17
Disclaimer: I don't own them FOX does. I write about
them for my own enjoyment. No infringement intended.
Feedback: Yes please. It helps to know what works and
what does not.
Dedication: For Jose, the Mistress of Manips (aka
cherrycoke, Max's Love Slave) because she demanded
it...and deserves it for the cool manips she does. And
for MaxiSweden, because she is as passionate about
about the ships as I am!
Summary: My 'version' of the spying Evans paternals
and what they discover. Idea drawn from episodes in
S3, mainly 'Crash'. 


******************** 

Philip Evans entered the kitchen and found his wife
Diane staring in horror at their small kitchen TV.
"Diane? Diane what's wrong?" asked Phillip concerned,
his view of the screen hindered by his angle of
approach to his wife.
Diane couldn't speak she was so distraught, her hand
clinched at her throat. She pointed the controller
shakily towards the TV, her eyes never leaving the
screen though she wanted them too. Oh how she wanted
to look away, but even if she had been able to, what
she had seen was burned into her brain forever. She
was sickened and shocked. Then those feelings turned
to fear at what began to appear before her on the
screen. She placed a quivering hand over her mouth.
Phillip frowned as he slowly sat beside her, and
turned to face the TV. Looking at the screen his own
face took on a horrified expression to match his
wifes. 
"Oh dear God!" he whispered as he watched what was
unfolding before them.

*********

The early evening the day before....

"Isabel! Isabel, your father and I are leaving now!"
called Diane as she picked up her purse.
"We have to leave Diane. I'm the guest speaker and it
wouldn't look good for me to be late," said Phillip as
he picked up their overnight bags and started for the
door.
"Phillip...Phillip are you sure we should do this? I
mean do we have too?" asked Diane searching his face
for reassurance.
Phillip sighed. "Diane, we talked about this. We have
no choice."
Diane, nodded and then looked away. She didn't like
this at all. Hugging herself, she forced a smile when
Isabel entered the kitchen.
"We're leaving now honey. Daddy and I will be at this
hotel if you need us, and we will be back tomorrow
night," said Diane as she handed Isabel a piece of
paper with the name and phone number of their
destination.
Isabel looked at the paper and nodded. 
"Are you going to be okay? Since Max moved out you
have been so quiet," said Diane as she brushed
Isabel's bangs off her forehead.
"I'm fine Mom. I just hate you guys worrying is all.
Now go and don't worry about me, I'll be fine," she
said as she gave her mother a small smile. Turning to
her father she hugged him and said, "Knock 'um dead."
Phillip nodded, as he hugged her back, his eyes on
Diane. She looked back with eyes that begged him not
to go through with what he was planning.
He was unmoved and after releasing Isabel, picked up
their bags and headed for the door.
"Bye sweetheart. Diane..." he indicated the door with
his head.
Diane nodded and after giving Isabel a quick hug,
followed Phillip out the door.

*********

The Crashdown....

"Well, what do you think?" asked Maria of Liz and
Isabel.
"I think it's disgusting," said Liz as she eyed the
container in Maria's hand.
"It's not! Isabel?" asked Maria, holding the container
out to Isabel.
She doubted Isabel would take it.
Isabel peered inside and turned her nose up.
"This is so juvenile. I'm not going to be a party to
it," said Isabel turning her head away.
"I knew she wouldn't do it," smirked Maria pulling the
container back.
Isabel's head whipped back around to face Maria. She
held out her hand.
"Give me one," she ordered, her gaze never leaving
Maria's. 
Maria and Liz raised their eyebrows as they struggled
to hide their grins. 
"Okay, but you should know, I don't think you can do
it," said Maria innocently.
"Just give me one," said Isabel holding out her hand.
Maria shrugged and did as she was bid. 
"Okay, go for it."

Max,Michael, and Kyle sat in a booth across the room
watching the girls. 
"What do you suppose they're doing?" asked Kyle
as he tried to figure out what they were looking at.
Michael shook his head and leaned back in his seat.
"Whatever it is couldn't be too interesting."
"Aren't you curious as to why Isabel is hanging out
with Liz and Maria?" asked Max picking up his coke to
take a drink.
"No," said Michael glancing up.
His mouth dropped open. "Holy crap..." he whispered.
"Wow!" said Kyle a goofy grin on his face.
Max turned to see what had caused his companions to
stare.
He spewed coke as he choked. 
"What the hell does she think she's doing?" 
"I don't know, but I like it," said Kyle grinning ear
to ear.
Max glared at Kyle before turning back to the scene
before him.
The guys watched as Isabel opened her mouth, and
wrapped her lips around the biggest pickle they
had ever seen. She sucked the juice as she took the
pickle deep into her mouth and pulled it back out
again.
"I never knew Isabel could open her mouth that...big,"
said Michael shifting in his seat.
Max turned to glare at Michael. 
"Watch it Michael," he warned.
"Hey, I know. Just stating the obvious," said Michael
blowing out a breath.
"Lucky pickle," sighed Kyle. "What? I know, I know,
she's your sister, but I mean just look at that." He
pointed to where the girls were.
Max turned back to the scene aross the room. Luckily
no one else had noticed what Isabel was doing.

"I hope no one is looking," said Liz under her breath
as she peered around the room. Too late.
"Oh my gawd, the guys are watching! Stop it! Stop
doing that!" she ordered as she turned away laughing
in embarrassment.
Isabel gagged as she hurriedly took the pickle out of
her mouth, and then pushed her hair back behind her
ear.
"Well, girlfriend you surprised me," said Maria
patting Isabel on the back. "I really didn't think you
would do it."
Isabel quickly glanced to where Max, Michael, and Kyle
sat watching her. 
"I knew this was stupid! This isn't what it's like
anyway! A guy is not ..." She realized what she had
almost said and clammed up. But not soon enough.
Maria and Liz's eyes went wide.
"Isabel?! You've been holding out on us! Spill! Who's
the lucky guy?" she asked intrigued by this newly
discovered side of Isabel.
Isabel glared, her mouth set in a grim line causing
Maria and Liz to shrink back a bit.
"Okay, okay," said Maria hands in the air. "Keep that
tidbit to yourself."
Satisfied the two humans were not going to further a
discussion she had no intention of participating in,
she again glanced at the guys.
He was watching her.
She felt herself go all warm inside, and then the
moisture began to dampen her panties as she recalled
the last time they had been together. It had been such
a long time. She placed a hand at her throat, her
fingers trailing down her neck as she lost herself in
thought.
"Isabel?"
She jumped startled at the sound of her name.
Max was standing in front of her.
"Do you need me to come stay at the house with you
while Mom and Dad are gone?" he asked her.
Isabel swallowed hard.
She missed him, and wanted him home.
But instead she shook her head. "No, I'm fine."
Max forced a smile. She wasn't making this easy.
"Well then how about a ride?"
Isabel searched his face and finally nodded, as she
lay the pickle on the counter. "Okay, thanks."
"Night," said Max as he waved to the others and
followed Isabel out the door.
Kyle picked up the pickle and eyed it. "Damn, that's a
lucky pickle," he said wistfully.
Maria hit him as she scooped up the pickle with some
tongs, throwing it in the trash. "Get your head out of
the gutter."
"Hey, you girls put it there," said Kyle rubbing his
head.
Liz watched Max leave with Isabel. He rarely called
her anymore. Something had happened and she didn't
know what. Sadly she turned to the clutter of dishes
on the counter and began to gather them up.
Michael tuned out the commotion going on behind him as
he slowly walked to the window and watched from as Max
and Isabel got into Max's car.
"I knew moving in with me wasn't going to change
things," said Michael to himself before opening the
door and leaving.

**********

The ride was silent. Both wishing it would end, but
for different reasons. 
Isabel hugged the door like she wanted to bolt.
Max gripped the wheel tightly hoping to gain some
control. He was nervous as a cat.
As he pulled up to the curb and was ready to turn off
the car Isabel quickly said, "Don't cut the engine. I
can get out here. Thanks for the ride."
Max stared at her. "I can't come in?"
Isabel looked him in the eye as she said, "No. I think
you should go."
Max reached over and pushed her hair back over her
shoulder to caress her neck, but she pulled away.
"Don't...Max...don't."
He flinched when she pulled away.
"Isabel.."
"Goodnight Max," said Isabel as she quickly opened the
car door and got out, hurrying up the walk and inside
the house.
Max sighed. Why was she doing this to them? Right
after graduation she had changed towards him. She was
uncomfortable being near him, so he had moved in with
Michael, but he missed her. He couldn't stay away from
her anymore. Glancing at the house he made a decision.
He waited.

*************

Isabel paced her lamp lit bedroom in her T-shirt and
boxers.
"I can't let this happen again! I can't let this
happen again," she kept saying over and over to
herself as she shoved her hands through her hair.
"Can't let what happen again?" asked Max as he stood
in the doorway watching her.
Isabel jumped and turned around.
"Max...Max, what are you doing here? And don't tell me
it has to do with Mom and Dad being gone. I can't do
this again Max....I just...can't," whispered Isabel as
she wrung her hands.
Max slowly walked towards her.
She backed up.
"Isabel, I need you and I think you need me too."
"Max, please don't," pleaded Isabel hoarsely as Max
stood mere inches from her, his breath meeting hers,
his fingers touching her hair."
"I love you Isabel and I know you love me, so why are
you doing this to us? asked Max softly as his knuckles
caressed her cheek.
Isabel closed her eyes. She missed him so much. His
scent, his voice, his touch, everything. Dreamwalking
him was nothing like being here with him for real.
Realizing where thoughts like that would lead, she
opened her eyes, and backed up more.
"We agreed that our lives here are different and we
wouldn't do this," said Isabel.
"I didn't agree," he reminded her.
"You know it's true Max," said Isabel as if she was
reasoning with a child.
"So you want us to continue to mislead Liz and
everyone else instead of being together?" asked Max,
not believing for one minute that she wanted that.
"Yes."
"Liar."
She stared at him.
"We can't do this Max," but her face gave away how she
really felt. 
She was dying inside. She wanted him to stay, yet she
was sending him away.
"Why not? What I did do wrong?" he asked her, his
voice sounding tormented as he tried to understand.
"Max..." Isabel said turning away.
"Tell me!" he demanded.
Isabel sighed as she again faced him. 
"We aren't on Antar Max. We can't be to each other
what
we were there. We have tried so hard to hide ourselves
from humans, and if we had kept on as we
were....pretending...then we would have put ourselves
and Michael in danger. Besides," she said quietly
looking away, "Things got out of hand."
Max frowned. "By out of hand you mean because we lost
control one time. We moved beyond touching to making
love. Well I don't care! I love you, and want to be
with you! You're my wife Isabel!"
"Not on Earth! Don't you see? Humans wouldn't
understand we're 'alien' mates! Why torture ourselves
when it can never be?" she said as she wrapped her
arms around herself wishing they were Max's. 
"We can go back to the way we were. We can hold each
other. That's all! Isabel, stolen moments are better
than not being with you at all," said Max, his voice
cracking from the burning in his throat. 
Isabel shook her head. "You can stop at just holding
and not touching? We tried that Max and we lost
control. We moved beyond touching and we were lucky
the one time we made love. What if I had gotten
pregnant?" She shivered at the memory of laying in his
arms. She longed to be there again.
"But you didn't! Maybe you can't...." He hadn't meant
it to come out like that. He wanted children with her,
that was one reason they were sent here. To procreate
and continue the direct line to the throne of Antar.
But he also loved her beyond any life before or after.
"Maybe," said Isabel sadly. She had wondered why she
hadn't gotten pregnant despite the fact they hadn't
used birthcontrol. 
"You can't stay single forever Max, and neither can I.
We most likely will never go back to Antar. I don't
want to be alone, and you shouldn't either." 
Max's eyes widened, but she went on.
"You deserve a family, and so do I. You and I can't
have that here. You, Michael, and I, we've always
known that we can't bring attention to ourselves, and
you and I being together would definitely bring
attention. We can't just can't do that. It's not fair
to Michael," said Isabel shaking her head as she
turned her back on him.
"But you love me," he said, his throat burning. She
was right, but he didn't care. He couldn't live this
way anymore. Not without her. 
She found she couldn't lie to him again. Not now.
Honesty was best.
"Yes. You know I always will. You're my reason for
being, but if we are together it could also be our
reason for dying."
"Then you know I can never let you be with someone
else, no matter what. Call me selfish, but I want my
wife."
He said it with such determination that she turned to
face him. His face was set with a stubbornness she was
very familiar with.
"Max....don't...please. We're not on Antar anymore,"
said Isabel shaking. Surely he wasn't going to force
it. She loved him enough to give him up, why couldn't
he do the same? 
"Then don't make me say it Isabel....I don't want it
that way. We love each other, and it should be for
that reason, not because of some technicality from
Antar," said Max, his heart was racing, and his head
throbbing from the tension. He didn't want it this
way. It made him sound like he wanted her only for the
physical side of their relationship and that wasn't
true. But in order for her to see that they were to be
together, he would do whatever it took, including
using the one thing he didn't want too.
Tears formed in her eyes as she shook her head. 
"Max...please." Would he really do it? She loved him
so much, and wanted to be with him, but the fear of
losing him to the FBI or worse kept her from giving in
to him. Why couldn't he see that?
Max staightened his back as he sighed in resignation.
So this was the way it was to be.
"Isabel."
At the tone in his voice she looked up at him. He was
really going to do it. Please Max, no. Her eyes were
begging him. 
"As the King of Antar, and your mate, I claim every
right given to me by our ancestors. You will do my
bidding no matter what to insure the survival of our
race in war and in peace," he ordered her as he
recited the words that had been set down for
generations on Antar. 
Isabel had no choice unless she broke all of her ties
with Antar. 
He held his breath. 
She had forced him to this, and now he waited
anxiously to find out if she would renounce Antar, and
more importantly him.

Isabel closed her eyes. He had done it. He had really
done it. He had just ordered her be his mate in
everyway or never have anything to do with him,
Michael, or Antar again.
She did the only thing she could do.
She raised her eyes to his, and then bowed her head.
"Do you accept this Isabel?" he asked her. Please say
yes, echoed through his head.
Isabel reluctuntly nodded. "I will do your bidding as
your subject and your mate," she whispered.
Max sighed. He hadn't wanted it this way, but now she
would be forced to face what they were.
He placed a finger under her chin and raised her head.
"Isabel, you forced me. I didn't want to place you in
that position, please believe me," he told her as he
gently wiped a tear from her cheek.
"Max, I hope neither of us will regret it," she said
as she lay her head against his chest.
His arms went around her as his own head rested on
hers.
"I couldn't live without you Isabel, I just couldn't.
We'll be careful, and it will be okay. I promise," Max
tried to reassure her as he stroked her hair. 
She nodded her head. She prayed he was right. But for
the moment, the vow she had just made to him allowed
her to give in to the feelings she had tried to
forget.

She raised her hands to his back, caressing it as she
pulled him tighter against her.
"I love you Isabel," he said as he tilted her head up
to him began to kiss her gently on her mouth.
It had been months since they had shared this part of
their relationship, and both were like starving
individuals as she opened her mouth to his seeking
tongue. The point of tongue slowly ran circles around
hers, and along the inside of her lips. 
Isabel moaned as his hands gently held her head, his
fingers tangling in her hair.
She ran her own hands over his chest and down to his
waist. His abs rippled under hands as if they had been
tickled.
Max lowered one hand her buttocks and pressed his hips
to hers, grinding into her as if trying to make them
one through their clothing.
She couldn't breathe. Oh she had air, but her senses
told her she wasn't breathing as long as he played her
body with his hands and mouth.
Max pulled his mouth away and sucked in air, his
ragged breathing matching Isabel's.
"Just holding. I just want to lay down and hold you,
nothing more. I promise," said Max, trying to ease her
into this. That was all he wanted to do tonight now
that she was his forever.
"O--okay," said Isabel nodding. She moved with shaking
legs to the bed. She pulled the blanket and sheet
down.
Max climbed in after Isabel and pulled the sheet up
over them. He pulled her into his arms, moving over
her to kiss her deeply again.
She was hot. Her body was responding to Max's and she
was beginning to ache for him. 
No, we are just going to hold one another and kiss. He
promised that. But her body wanted more.
She felt his arousal through his jeans on her leg.
"This is going to be harder than I thought," he
admitted as he moved off of her and lay back with his
arm over his head.
"It's hard for me too, even if I did put up a fuss
about not doing this," she said. "We can do
this...right?" She wasn't sure anymore.
"Yes, we can...do thisssss," hissed Max as he shifted
and his jeans grew tighter around his arousal.
Isabel glanced at Max. He was in agony. He was trying
very hard to keep to his promise, but his body was
failing him. His wasn't the only one. She could feel
how wet she was below, and her nipples were so hard
they ached. She bit her lip as she gripped the sheet
tightly in her hands. 
"I guess....'some' touching would be okay," she said
quietly.
Max's head wipped around. "What?"
Isabel looked at the ceiling. "I said, I guess some
touching would be okay. You know...to relieve
your...problem."
"I don't think I'm the only with the problem," said
Max turning on his side to face her.
Isabel turned her head to face him. "What are you
talking about?"
Max smiled softly at her as he said, "Your scent. I
smell your...scent. You want me just as badly as I
want you."
She blushed and shut her eyes.
"I embarrassed you. We love each other, and crave each
other, what's wrong with that?"
"Max...." she was unsure again. So much could go wrong
if anyone found out.
"So 'some' touching huh?" He knew she wouldn't deny
him if he decided to just take her and his promise be
damned, but he didn't want her that way. He wanted her
to want to do it, and she had just made the first
step.
He pushed the sheet down to her waist while running
his hand over her breast. Her nipples were pebble
hard.
He bent his head and captured one in his teeth through
her shirt.
Her hand went to his head.
"I--I--I meant to relieve your proBLEM!" said Isabel,
her voice raising as Max ran a hand raised her shirt
to reveal her large breasts.
She was breathing hard. 
Max laved a nipple and then began to suck as he molded
the other with his hand.
"Mmmmmmm," she moaned as her back arched.
No, this wasn't right.
"Stop Max," she begged as she pulled at his hair.
Max frowned. "I thought you said some touching was
okay."
"I meant I'll touch you. Relieve 'your' problem, not
mine. Lay back," she told him.
Max did as he was requested, and Isabel sat up. She
unzipped his jeans slowly, and knelt to take them off.
Max lifted his hips to help her out, both careful to
gently move them over his aching member.
He lay there naked, his arousal standing at attention
as Isabel threw the jeans to the floor.
She leaned forward and began to caress his body with
her fingers. The closer she got to her destination the
more it twitched.
She wrapped her fingers around the silky length and
moved them up and down slowly. 
Max sighed as he closed his eyes.
Isabel's hand pumped him, her fingers occasionaly 
moving over the head to spred the precum that seeped
from its end.
His sacs were full and weighed heavy as Isabel cupped
them with her free hand. 
Then Max's eyes flew open as a warm wetness not his
own encircled him.
Isabel had Max's hardened member sealed with in her
hot mouth and was sucking on him.
"Isabelllll," sighed Max as he looked down at her head
bobbing along his length. "Oh gawd that feels good."
It had been along time since she had done this to him,
and seeing her with that pickle earlier had brought
back memories.
He began to buck up into her mouth, holding her head 
as he went. Her hair was tickling his skin adding to
the sensation that was driving him wild. Isabel
managed to move her head and took first one and then
other sac into her mouth, gently rubbing her teeth
along them before licking his slick length, wet from
her mouth and his cum. She took him into her mouth
again and began to suck him hard in earnest as she
carefully applied slow pressure to his sacs.
Max's eyes rolled back and his hands again went to her
hair as he came in her mouth, unloading his cum down
her throat until he was dry.
Isabel licked his bulbous head before laying back on
the bed.
Her fingers lightly pinched his nipples, and caressed
his chest as she watched him try to regain a sense of
normal breathing.
"Do you feel okay now?" she asked him as she lay back
on the bed. She hoped he did because she felt worse.
Her panties were so wet she knew a wet spot had to be
growing on her boxers.

Max leaned over her, his eyes glazed, and his brow
damp.
He kissed her deeply, tasing himself on her lips.
"Yes. You do that so well," he told her as he nuzzled
her neck.
"I'm glad," she replied as she played with his hair.
Max began to pull her shirt up.
"What are you doing?" Isabel asked. He had promised.
"I think you need to have some release too," he said
as he pulled her shirt over her head. She had pulled
her arms reluctuntly from the holes. She had no
choice. 
His hand slid down to cup her, forcing her legs apart
as his mouth took in a nipple and as much of her
breast as he could suck in.
"Mmmmm," he moaned as he applied pressure to the damp
boxer covered area. 
"Hhhhhh," panted Isabel her eyes widening.
Max pulled back his head allowing her nipple to pop
our of his mouth as he looked down at her boxers.
"They have to go," he stated as he tugged them off of
her and reguared her bikini panties.
"Lace. Niiiiice," he said as he kissed her panty line.
He took in a whiff of her scent and sighed as he
pulled the panties down her legs and off.
"Bend your knees Isabel," he ordered softly, his voice
sounding like music to her ears.
She hesitated knowing that the last time they couldn't
stop here. That the last time they were together like
this, they hadn't been able to stop with just touching
and tasting.
She had no choice, and to be honest with herself,
right now she wanted this. Needed this.
She bent her knees and opened her legs wide.
Max smiled at the glistening swollen sight before him.
He ran a finger along the outer lips and watched as
they fluttered, her juices seeping out.
He glanced up. She was gripping the pillow, her mouth
open as she panted.
He ran his finger lightly over her slit and her hips
bucked up and then down onto the bed, grinding it.
Max bent his head and took flicked his tongue over her
lower lips, the point circling her bud.
"Ahhhhhh..." gasped Isabel as she clinched the pillow
tighter.
"Mmmmmmm," moaned Max hungrily as he used his fingers
to open her swollen lips more. His tongue slid deep
with in her to roam the recesses of her body. He was
familiar with her secrets here, what made her moan,
and what made her scream with pleasure.
He wanted to here her scream.
He drew his tongue out slowly allowing it to caress
her inner walls, before replacing it with his fingers.
Then he worked on making her scream.
As his fingers workered inside of her, his tongue and
teeth worked magic on her hood and bud.
Isabel's head rolled on the pillow, one hand beginning
to move over her breast. She was bucking up against
his mouth, eager for more of what he was doing and
seeking a release that only he could give her.
She grasped his head in her hands and held it still as
she ground against it before she exploded, her screams
of release falling on his ears. He tugged at her nub,
his teeth grazing her hood before releasing her to
suck her spicy juices from her body.
He smiled as she wimpered, her body spasmodically
moving of its own accord as the last of her orgasms
ended.
"Feel better?" he asked her as he licked his way up to
her mouth.
The taste of both of their fluids inflamed him.
"Isabel...Isabel....oh gawd I want you so," he mumbled
against her mouth.
She knew their was no turning back.
Max looked down at damp face. 
"I really didn't mean for it to go this far this soon
Isabel. I really meant to take it slow," said Max
feeling guility at what was happening.
"I know," said Isabel nodding. "I know." She caressed
his wet head as she reached for his hard again organ.
She opened her legs.
Max searched her face and saw acceptance. She wanted
this, even if he had forced her hand.
He moved between her legs and entered her, sighing at
the wonderful feel of her walls tightening around him.
Isabel closed her eyes and allowed herself to enjoy
the feel of herself stretching around him to
accomidate his size.
He moved, his body rubbing her most sensitive spot.
"Aaaawwwwww," she breathed as Max moved slowly in and
out, his length going to the hilt each time he entered
her. 
She clinched around him causing him to hiss.
He rose up on his arms, pumping into her a little
faster and a little harder. 
"Am I hurting you?" he asked her.
"N-nooooo," Isabel managed. He was far from hurting
her.
Sweat from his brow dropped down on her chest, rolling
between her breasts to mingle with her own.
She could see more droplets clinging to his hair, some
sliding down his face as he pumped harder into her.
Her hand shook as she raised it to his face and wiped
it with her palm.
His eyes were glazed....and all black. Alien eyes.
Isabel blinked at the site. Were her own like that?
Max lowered himself so that their chests met, hers
pressing into his like pillows softening his fall.
He kissed her. Tentively at first then deeper.
A hand came up to caress her damp head. 
"I love you Isabel more than life itself," he breathed
before moving inside of her again. His strokes were
strong and sure, going deep with in her to her core
searching for a release for both of them.
"I know...Max....Max, I...love....you too," she
panted.
Isabel pulled her legs up high to allow Max to thrust
deeper. She needed him deeper. He pressed her thighs
open, pumping faster and faster until he felt his
release upon him. 
No, not yet! his mind screamed. He wanted to cum with
her. They had to cum together.
He willed himself to hold on, shaking as he placed his
hand between them to find her hood. He stroked where
he knew she would be driven over the edge.
Isabel arched and screaming his name as she came.
Satisfied he then allowed himself to give in to the
pleasure he found in her body. 
They had never cum together before, and were not
prepared for the what they would feel.
"Mmmmmaaaaxxxx....Maaaaxxxx!" Isabel cried as she
clung to Max. Visions of them on Antar to here on
Earth.... pod to now....ran over them like a space
ship flying threw space out of control. 
"Isa-bel...Iz...oh gawd....Iz!" cried Max as he buried
himself deeper within her, his head on her shoulder.
He bit her to keep from crying out again, but didn't
even realized he had done it. Her blood ran into his
mouth. She didn't even cry out. She was too far gone
to understand anything but their love for one another,
and this feeling of release.
They glowed. 
A warm green light surrounding them like a cocoon.
They had not done that the last time, and as they
slowly came back to Earth, each wondered at the
experience they had just shared.

A long while later he rolled off of her, both feeling
lost without the feeling of physical connection.
He saw his teeth marks on her and the blood. So that
is where the taste in his mouth came from. He felt
remorse at having caused her pain.
"I bit you...I'm sorry," he said as he sat up, and
placed his hand over the mark and healed it.
Isabel shook her head. "I didn't even know."
He looked at her lying there uncovered, flushed from
their love making.
She was beautiful.
But she was frowning.
"I'm not sorry Isabel," he told her. Might as well be
honest.
"Why did we glow?" she asked him. "We didn't do that
before. Why did we glow?" 
"I don't know. Maybe the book will tell us," said Max.
He was glad she wasn't frowning at him, but he too
wondered why they glowed.
"Sleep Isabel," he told her as he spooned her and
covered them with the sheet.

Neither saw the blinking light in the air vent high in
the corner of Isabel's room.

**********

Present....

"Philip! What do we do?" asked Diane fearfully, as she
buried her face in his chest. It was bad enough their
children were engaging in sex with one another, but
they had glowed! And then Max had done something to
Isabel and ....what was happening?
Philip sat in shock, and disgust. Max had apparently
moved out because of Isabel, from the looks of things.
The volume had not been the greatest, their
conversations were spotty, but what they heard had
been crystal clear. Max had forced Isabel into having
sex with him, and not for the first time he gathered.
Then that glowing...and Max doing that thing with his
hand. He had taken away the bite he made on Isabel.
"I don't know hon. I have to think about this. I never
expected this when we began searching for why they
were acting so strangely," said Philip overwhelmed.
"They'll be back soon. Philip...I'm scared," admitted
Diane. "I feel like I don't even know them anymore."
"I know," agreed Philip as he tried to figure out what
to do next.

*********

Later that evening....

Isabel opened the door and found her parents sitting
on the sofa.
"How was your trip?" she asked them, as she moved to
kiss them.
Diane cringed as Isabel hugged her, and kissed her
cheek.
Isabel frowned.
"Mom? Are you okay?"
Diane caught Philip's look and nodded, forcing a
smile.
"Of..of course honey. I'm just...just tired," she
said.
Isabel nodded as she looked between the two.
Moving to Philip, she hugged him and kissed his cheek.
She sensed he was hiding the urge to cringe as well.
"I'm ...I'm going to go up to my room," said Isabel
motioning towards the stairs. "Glad you're back safe
and sound."
When neither answered her, she quit the room and
headed upstairs to use her cell to call Max.

*******

"I found it Maxwell," said Michael as he brought the
alien book to the counter.
"Isabel, calm down! I'm sure you just imagined it,"
said Max talking on his cell to a hysterical Isabel.
"Okay, look I'll be right over. Michael just found
what it was we've been looking for. I'll be right over
as soon as I've read it," said Max.
"What was that all about?" asked Michael.
"She says Mom and Dad are acting weird. Cringed when
she tried to hug and kiss them. I think she's let this
manifest in her mind since..." Max shrugged.
"Since you decided to lay the King bit on her and
force her to be a wife to you?" asked Michael bluntly.
Max frowned at Michael's choice of words.
"I didn't...yeah I did. She left me no choice Michael.
I told you that," said Max, a twinge of guilt
assailing him.
"Yeah," said Michael looking at Max. "You just keep
telling yourself you did it for the good of all of us
and maybe it will become true." He shook his head as
he turned back to the alien book. 
"Well I found what you were looking for...that glowing
thing. When you ordered Isabel to do your bidding, you
more or less resealed the union between you." 
At Max's puzzled look he explained," It basically
means you've rebonded here on Earth like they had
planned, guarenteeing that you and Isabel will provide
the throne with future heirs."
"So she's pregnant?" asked Max. His stomach jumped
into his throat as his palms began to sweat.
"No...well I don't think so...it just means you've
cleard the way for it," said Michael looking at the
book again. Then he looked at Max.
"What are you two going to do now? You can't stay
apart now, and you can't let the humans know about
you."
"I don't know, but we have time to figure it out,"
said Max as he stood up.
"I think I'll move back home...or encourage Isabel to
share an apartment with me. You know college kids
trying to save money and all," said Max as he moved
out the door.
Michael shook his head. 
He could feel something wasn't right. He wondered if
Isabel was right. Maybe something was up with the
Evans'. 
He followed Max.

********

Max entered the Evans' household and paused as he
heard voices coming from the living room.
"She's coming downstairs now Philip. I'm
afraid...afraid of our own daughter," said Diane, her
quavering in her voice confirming her words.
Max slowed his steps to listen.
"I know Diane, but we have to know what's going on.
The tape only showed us our children are engaging in
sex," he looked away. "We have to save Isabel from
Max. That is a must, but then I still don't know what
that glowing was or what he did to her with his hand.
I think I'm more afraid of him than her," he admitted.

Max gripped the wall. He wanted to be sick. 
They knew. Isabel was right. They knew about him and
Isabel. But how?
Isabel entered the room, bringing his attention back
to what was going on in the other room.
"You wanted to see me?" she asked. She stopped short
at the look on her parents faces. "What's wrong?"
She clutched her hand to her stomach as a knot formed
there.
"Sit..." Philip cleared his throat. "Please sit down
Isabel," he said as he indicated the chair across from
them.
Isabel cautiously sat down, her eyes traveling between
her parents.
"Somethings wrong. What is it?" 
Diane and Philip looked at one another before Philip
turned and pressed the button on the VCR.
The TV screen suddenly came alive with the sounds and
images of Isabel and Max engaged in sexual activity. 
Isabel's head swirrled dizzily as she realized that
her parents had some how set up a camera to record her
movements. They had spied on her.
Max burst into the room. 
"Stop it! Turn it off!" he shouted. "How dare you spy
on her. On us!"
Philip snapped off the VCR and appoached Max
frightened, yet angry. 
"How dare you force her to have sex with you! She's
your..."
"WIFE! She's my wife!" yelled Max just as angrily.
Diane gasped, and Philip stopped stunned.
Isabel closed her eyes at what she knew was to come. 
"She's not your wife! You can't marry her! She's
your..." Philip was again yelling.
"She is not now and never was my sister! You adopted
us, but we are not blood!" Max yelled back. 
"What? You really believe that?" Philip asked.
Max drew in deep breaths. He had to calm down. 
He had to know how much was taped.
"What else is on the tape?" he asked. 
Philip didn't answer as he cautiously watched this
side of his son he didn't recognize. 
The dangerous side.
"You heard him, what else is on the tape?" asked
Michael coming in to stand behind Max.
Isabel sighed. Things were getting worse. Her parents
would never understand why Michael was interested in
the tape.
Philip looked between Max and Michael.
"What's going on?"
"The tape. Don't make me ask again," said Max.
"You....glowed....you two glowed green," said Diane
quietly.
Isabel's heart broke into a million pieces.
They knew something was wrong with their children, and
it was scaring them. Max and Michael had been right
all along. Their love was not unconditional.
"We have to tell them Max," she whispered.
Max couldn't breathe. He had hoped this day would
never come. He had promised to keep Isabel and Michael
safe, and he hadn't done it.
"I know," he replied.
"No, we're not telling them anything. We'll just kill
them," said Michael as he crossed his arms. He would
protect Isabel and Max at any cost.
"What? NO!" exclaimed Philip wide eyed as he headed
for Diane and pulled her to him. They clung to each
other in fear.
"MICHAEL! We aren't going to kill them!" ordered Max.
"I forbid it! Do you hear me?"
Michael frowned. 
"Do you hear me?" Max asked as he raised his voice.
"Yes, I hear you," Michael gritted out. 
Isabel sighed with the smallest measure of relief
considering their situtation.
Max slowly walked into the room.
The day he had hoped would never come was here.
"We're not from here. Isabel, Michael, and me. We're
from...another planet."
Philip and Diane stared at Max as if he had turned
into a monster.
"Our planet was at war and we were killed, our essence
sent to Earth and mixed with human DNA. I was the King
of our planet and Isabel was my wife. Michael was my
second. We were sent here for safe keeping until we
could return to our own planet," Max continued as he
moved to stand by Isabel.
"Our ship crashed here and our parents were killed.
Our protector placed our pods in the desert where we
came out and were finally adopted by you."
Philip and Diane blinked, but still said nothing.
"We never have meant anyone any harm. We didn't even
know for the longest time that we were even alien. Our
powers developed and then we began being followed."
"You really expect us to believe all of this? You were
caught in a terrible situation, don't compound that
mistake with lying to us," said Philip.
"Max saved Liz that day she was shot at the Crashdown,
and the FBI found out. We've been trying to hide and
lead a normal life at the same time ever since," said
Isabel.
"You did that?" asked Philip now unsure. He had heard
rumors of something strange happening to Liz, but he
had never dreamed Max was involved. But it had all
happened around the time Max and Liz started to see
one another.
"I thought you loved Liz," said Diane. This was all so
overwhelming, and unbelieveable.
"A cover so no one would suspect that Isabel and I
were mates," admitted Max. "I feel bad about that, but
it had to be done. No one can find out we're aliens."
Diane cringed at his explanation.
"Are you cringing at the fact we are aliens or that
Max and I are mates?" asked Isabel sadly.
"Both I think," said Diane. 
"Well get over it, because we have to know if you're
going to tell what we are, or are you going to stand
by us?" demanded Michael.
"I can't believe you're aliens," said Philip.
"The FBI kidnapped Max and tortured him! We know you
have wondered where we go all the time, and at all
hours. You've suspected us of lying to you, and now
when we tell you the truth, you don't believe us,"
cried Isabel. 
"Tortured?! What are you talking about? The FBI?! I..I
need more proof," said Philip wavering.
"So more cameras can capture it on tape?" asked
Michael snorting.
"I think we have to do it. We can search for cameras
later," said Max.
He looked at Isabel before holding up his hand and
blowing the VCR to pieces.
Philip and Diane gasped.
Isabel waved her hand and the top she wore changed
from blue to red then back again.
"Oh my gawd," said Diane stunned with fear at what she
had just witnessed.
"You know Michael and Max warned me that if you ever
found out about us, you would never love us anymore.
Were they right?" asked Isabel beseechingly of Diane.
Diane's mouth opened and shut.
Isabel looked away sadly as Michael watched shaking
his head. He wished he had been wrong.
"You're really....aliens," said Philip moving
hesitantly towards Max.
Diane looked up at his words.
"Yeah, we are," said Max standing up.
Philip glanced at Isabel.
"Isabel's really your...wife?" asked Philip.
"Yeah, she is," said Max as he watched Philip, waiting
anxiously to see what would happen next. He knew this
was so much for them to take in, but time was now a
factor. Since their cover was blown they had to know
if their parents could be trusted or if they to be on
the run.
"You can't stay here. It's not safe for you," said
Philip finally.
Michael's eyes went from Philip to Diane.
"And what do you say?" he asked her.
Diane rose on shaky legs and took a steadying braeath
before walking over to stand before Isabel.
"I don't let those I love down," she said. "I'm
scared, I won't lie to you about that, and your
being....alien," she almost choked on the word, "I'm
scared about that too. But you have always been my
children, and that won't change."
Isabel's lips quivered as she went into Diane's arms.
Diane was frightened at first to touch Isabel, but
then telling herself that she was still the girl she
had raised, she tightened her hug.
"You can't stay here where eveyone knows you. Not...
married. You have to leave and make new lives
somewhere else," said Philip. He still had a hard time
accepting all of this, the stoy was just too bizare.
But something in side his gut told him it was all
true.
Max, Isabel, and Michael looked at one another.
Philip was right.
They had to leave.

*************

"Do you think they will miss us? You know, wonder
where we are?" asked Isabel as she watched the, 'You
Are Now Leaving Roswell' sign pass by.
"Dad and I made a code so I can contact him through
Valenti. He's just going to say we moved off to school
if anyone asks," said Max guiding the car down the
road.
"I for one won't miss it around here," said Michael,
his head turning for one more glance of the town.

Their goodbyes to Liz, Maria, Kyle, and Valenti had
been quick. They decided not to tell them about their
relationship. No sense hurting Liz anymore than they
already were. Tears had been shed, but in the end all
had agreed the three needed to leave.

"Max, where will we go?" asked Isabel.
She was afraid of the unknown out there waiting for
them.
Max took her hand in his.
"I don't know, but we'll be together, and maybe
someday we will find home again."

End