Pt3
>Liz sat there silently for a moment. Could she really tell him everything
>that had happened to them: Topolsky, River Dog, Atherton? There was so
>much. He didn't even know that she knew about him yet.
>
>"I guess I should start with what happened in the restaurant. I'm sorry
>about that. It got too weird and intense for me. It wasn't you, I want
>you to know that." Liz stammered. How could she tell him everything?
>
>"Don't worry about it. It's over."
>
>"You have to understand. In my world, um, well, you took me on our first
>date there."
>
>"We dated in your world?" Max couldn't believe what he was hearing. In
>her world, he actually had the guts to ask her out? He wondered what kind
>of circumstances brought them together. Before she had died, Liz barely
>would have given him the time of day. He knew that he would have never
>moved forward with it. Not only was he just plain out too shy, and kind of
>embarrassed about his feelings for her, but he was also just different. No
>one, not even Liz, would have understood what his life was like.
>
>"We went on one date. To the Chinese Restaurant. I was cool with it at
>first, 'cause our date there was nothing like the one in my world. My Max
>sucks at pool, for example. But the fortune cookie thing freaked me out.
>On our date, I told Max that my fortune cookie said, "Tonight is the best
>night of your life," because it was. It was true at that point in time."
>
>"But something happened." Max stated as a fact. He could tell she was
>leaving something out.
>
>"Our date got interrupted. Michael got really sick and needed you there
>with him, and anyway, Michael being sick set off a series of events, which
>led to my Max breaking up with me. That was last night. It was the last
>thing I remember before I woke up here."
>
>"And that's where all that stuff about breaking your heart came from when I
>first saw you this morning." Max finished for her. Max couldn't believe
>this. HE broke up with his dream girl? Liz nodded slowly, trying to figure
>out what to say next. How was she supposed to explain her world to him? Do
>you just blurt stuff like that out? By the way, I know you're an alien. Or
>is there kind of a subtle way of saying it without freaking him out.
>
>"I'm sorry. It must have really hurt." Liz looked up at him. Oh no! He
>was apologizing for her Max.
>
>"Don't. It wasn't you who did it. My Max…well, our relationship is really
>complex. There's lots of things that are pushing us together, but twice as
>many trying to keep us apart." Max nodded. He could understand that. But
>what he couldn't understand was what brought them together. He had admired
>her from afar for, well, as long as he'd known her, but he always held
>himself back from expanding to even a friendship with her. His life was so
>complex, he didn't think she could ever really understand it.
>
>Max and Liz both sat in silence for a few minutes, both of them trying to
>work up the courage to say what needed to be said. Finally Max worked up
>the courage to say it.
>
>"Liz, I have to ask. How is it that you and I became so close, I mean,
>before you died we didn't even talk enough to classify us as a
>relationship, and now you're telling me that in your world we were a
>couple. Truthfully, I don't think that anything would have made me open up
>to you while you were alive. The fact that I've lived with your death
>these past few months is the only thing that's really given me the strength
>to do it now. So my guess is something had to have happened between us.
>What was it?"
>
>Max felt a huge relief lift from his shoulders. He had gotten it out. He
>looked intently into Liz's eyes, and found her staring back into his. God
>she looked so beautiful, sitting there in the dark with the stars in the
>sky behind her, all cuddled up in his favorite jacket.
>
>Liz stared back at Max, still trying to figure out how to say what she
>needed to say. She looked into the eyes of the man she loved, and found it
>hard to believe that he didn't already know what happened between them. As
>she had fallen in love with Max, she knew with certainty that there was no
>one else in the universe like him, and somehow, she had found him. Another
>Max. As she sat there with his arm around her, it felt so perfect, like it
>was where she belonged. But at the same time, it wasn't where she
>belonged, and they both knew it. Liz finally knew what to say to Max.
>
>"Um, something did happen between us," Liz stammered trying to get it out
>right, "The shooting happened. In my world, you were in the Crashdown the
>day of the shooting, and you put your hand on my stomach, and you healed
>me, and when you healed me, it opened up my eyes to a whole new world of
>possibilities. You were the center of all those possibilities."
>
>Max felt like he had been punched in the stomach. He had spent most of the
>day with Liz. They had laughed together, and cried together, and talked
>together. No one had ever made him feel so at home, so human. For a
>little while, he had almost forgotten how different from her he was, and
>now he finds out that she knew about him all along? It was completely
>unexpected, and unimaginable. Okay, so he had dreamed it a million times,
>but no one ever expects their dreams to come to life right in front of him.
>
>Max stood up and paced around for a moment, before kicking a rock down the
>edge of the rocky cliff. He had no idea how to react to this. Liz watched
>him from where she was sitting and tried to figure out what to say. She
>stood up, walked over to where Max was standing, and took his hands into
>hers.
>
>"Max, talk to me. Don't bundle it all up inside. I know that's what
>you've always done your entire life, but you can let it all out. It's
>okay."
>
>"Do you.." Max stammered, "Do you know the truth. About me I mean?" Max
>looked down at her, trying to see through her eyes, and figure out what she
>was thinking.
>
>"Yeah." Max nodded. It didn't look like there was any fear in her eyes
>when she said that. Then again, she had treated him normally all day.
>Suddenly a thought occurred to Max.
>
>"Liz, you dated me even though you know I'm an alien?"
>
>"I fell in love with you even though you're an alien. And I wouldn't
>change anything about you." Max couldn't believe what he was hearing.
>Liz Parker loved him. He felt like he was in a dream. Any moment now he
>would probably start flying. Max looked deeply into Liz's eyes. There was
>something he had always wanted to do. This would be the perfect moment.
>Slowly, hesitantly, Max brought his lips to Liz's, and they met in a deep,
>passionate kiss. Their lips broke, and Max's broke out in a grin.
>
>"What?" Liz asked.
>
>"That just proved it for me. This isn't a dream. I know that for certain,
>because in my dreams, whenever I try to kiss you I wake up. We're still
>here though."
>
>Liz nodded. "Yes, we are here."
>
>Pt 4
>Liz woke up the next morning as the light shined through the big windows in
>Max's bedroom. She breathed a sigh of contentment, and snuggled a little
>closer to Max, as he lay beside her with his arms wrapped tightly around
>her.
>
>"What a perfect ending to a less then perfect day," Liz thought. After
>they kissed on top of the desert rocks, she and Max had loaded themselves
>back into the jeep, and returned to the Evan's house, where he lent her
>some of Isabel's sweats, and she had crawled into his bed. Max, being the
>perfect gentleman of course, had begun to roll a sleeping bag out on the
>floor, before Liz asked him to keep her warm. And for the first time in
>her life, Liz had the pleasure of falling asleep in the arms of the love of
>her life. Liz felt Max begin to stir. He stretched, and then returned his
>arms around Liz, softly kissing her on the forehead. Liz beamed. It was
>amazing to her how in that small gesture from Max she felt more love from
>him than she had ever felt from Kyle, or anyone else she had ever dated.
>
>It was Saturday, so Max had no need to get up early. He lay there, holding
>her tightly, never wanting the moment to end.
>
>It ended with a bang, as Isabel burst into Max's room, causing them both to
>sit up in a hurry. Isabel stared at them in shock, her brain trying to
>register the scene before her. Max was in bed with Liz Parker! But Liz
>was dead. They had attended the funeral. At least they were both dressed…
>
>"What the hell is going on here," Isabel stammered. Michael's face
>appeared behind hers, equally in shock.
>
>"Good morning," Max said calmly.
>
>"Good Morning? That's all you have to say Maxwell?" Michael spit out.
>
>"How can she be here? She's dead!" Isabel exclaimed.
>
>"It's kind of a long, weird story," Liz muttered, obviously embarrassed at
>being caught there.
>
>"Remember yesterday when I ran off on the way to school? Well I saw Liz
>walking down the side of the road, and I needed to see what's up. All we
>know is that this Liz isn't the Liz from our world."
>
>"But what's she doing here?" Isabel demanded to know.
>
>"We don't know." Max responded.
>
>"Max and I have been trying to figure that out, but we're not coming up
>with any explanations. It was like, one minute I was at home in my
>Roswell, and then next moment I woke up here."
>
>"This is great. This is just great." Michael muttered. "So what are you
>going to do with her. If we're seen walking around with a dead girl it's
>going to draw eyes."
>
>"Michael, I'm not going to leave her alone. She needs help. She has no
>one in this world except me. She's staying here with me, because she has no
>where else to go. Now if you guys wouldn't mind, Liz and I want to get
>dressed and stuff. We can talk about this more later."
>
>"Fine Max, but this isn't over yet." Michael threatened. Isabel and
>Michael retreated from the room, leaving Max and Liz alone. Max sat down
>on the bed and put his arm around Liz. She was sitting there silently,
>staring at her feet.
>
>"You okay Liz?" Max asked her worriedly.
>
>"Max, thank you for everything you're doing for me, but I can't expect you
>to take care of me constantly. I mean, who knows how long I'm going to be
>here. I know that it's only been one day, but what if it becomes a week,
>and then a month. I could be here for years, and I know I can't stay here
>with you for that long. I need to find a way that I can have a life here
>if it is necessary. I guess what I'm trying to say is that I want to talk
>to Maria and Alex. They deserve to know that I'm here."
>
>"Of course." Max said, "Why don't you take a shower and get dressed, and
>I'll call them."
>
>
>"I can't believe this is happening." Isabel shrieked.
>
>"Seriously," Michael commented, "Did you see the look on Max's face when he
>looked at her. His reasoning is completely impaired when it comes to her."
>
>"They slept together Michael. Max slept with her. He knows how dangerous
>that is, I mean, he was the one who came up with the rules."
>
>"But the rules don't seem to matter to Max when Liz Parker is involved."
>Michael muttered. This was all too much.
>
>"What are we going to do about this Michael?"
>
>"What are we supposed to do, Izzy? We can't do anything until something
>happens to get Max's head screwed on straight."
>
>
>"Ding, dong." The doorbell rang, and Max went to answer it. Maria and
>Alex stood there staring at him.
>
>"What's going on Max?" Maria asked, "It's not every day that I get weird
>phone calls from a guy I barely know telling me that I have to come over
>and talk to him about something regarding my dead best friend."
>
>"So what is this all about, Ma-?" Alex cut himself off in shock, when Liz
>walked into the room behind him.
>
>"Hey guys, it's me." Liz greeted them easily. Her two best friends stared
>at her in shock. Alex was rubbing his eyes, as if trying to make sure he
>wasn't hallucinating. Nope, she was still there.
>
>"How is this possible. You're dead." Alex stammered.
>
>"I felt you die, Liz. I was holding you in my arms, watching the life
>drain out of you from that bullet." Maria cried, tears dripping down her
>face.
>
>"I helped them bury you. And there was definitely a body in that casket."
>Alex replied.
>
>"I'll explain everything," Liz told them, "Well, as best I can. Come on,
>let's go back to Max's room."
>
>
>"So you're A Liz, but you're not OUR Liz" Maria mused after hearing
>Liz's story. Alex sat there silently, obviously trying to process
>everything.
>
>"This is so unreal." Maria exclaimed.
>
>"Yeah, you're telling me. I absolutely lost it when Max told me I was
>dead." Liz squeezed Max's hand. Having him there beside her made
>everything so much easier.
>
>"So what are you going to do? Are you going to try to get back?" Alex asked
>her.
>
>"Well, we don't know how I got here, so we don't know how to get me back."
>Liz explained, "So for now I just have to stick it out, until we know more
>about what's happening to me."
>
>"Well, we're here for you, babe, as long as you need us," Maria told her.
>
>"Thanks. I knew I could count on you guys." Liz turned to Max, "What about
>Michael and Isabel? Can we get them to help too?"
>
>"I dunno. We freaked them out pretty badly this morning. They're probably
>really mad at me."
>
>"I think I have something that might help. I mean, to get them to help
>me."
>
>"What's that? Is there something else that you're not telling me, Liz?"
>Max was curious.
>
>"There's lots of stuff that I haven't told you, Max, but let me just put it
>this way. Our relationship isn't the only thing that came out of the
>Crashdown shooting. The answers to some of your questions came out of it
>as well, and if I give you guys those answers, maybe I can get Isabel and
>Michael to help me too."