| Title: Shattered Heart Author: Polarist aka Nikki Email: nikki0675@hotmail.com Disclaimer: I don’t own anyone or anything dealing with Roswell. Rating: PG13--NC17. Summary: Future fic, Liz’s POV Coupling: What do you think? Mi/L Author Notes: I want fb. Dedications: To Moonbaby19 for giving me this idea. Also for all the polarist out there. PROLOGUE Today is August 4, 2015. I know I haven't written in a little over 16 years, but I have a lot on my mind. You see, today I had a visitor. Someone I didn't expect to see. Someone I didn't want to see. Max Evans. Sixteen years ago, if anyone had asked me who I was going to grow old with I’d have answered Max Evans without a doubt, no hesitation. I considered him my soul mate, my true love. That one day we would be married with children. After I finished college of course, that was also part of my dream. Even after the visit from future Max I still hoped and believed that Max and I would get through it, that we'd still end up together. Forever. I was so wrong. Fifteen years ago, Isabel, Michael, Tess and Max went back to their home planet without my knowledge. I was pushed out of the loop after Alex's death. They didn't trust me. They all lost faith in me because I didn't believe Alex committed suicide. Because I believed it was somehow alien related. I even lost a little of Maria’s faith, because she thought I was trying to push the aliens away, push Michael away from her. She didn’t want to lose Michael, but I knew in my heart and in my gut that it was alien related. I received a letter from Alex. Upon reading it, I rushed over to Max's to tell him I found out who killed Alex and that it was alien related. Alex didn't commit suicide like everyone thought he did. I had proof, because I knew he wouldn't believe me otherwise. When I knocked on the door, his mother opened it and told me he'd left. I asked for Isabel and got the same response. I asked her where they'd gone and when she expected them back. She broke down at that question. She told me that Max had left a note. He said that he was running away with Tess. That Tess was pregnant by him. He didn't want to rely on his parents to take care of them, so he felt he had to run. Isabel left a note as well stating that Max was all he had, and Tess was like the sister she never had. Therefore, she had to leave with them. She had to help them take care of her niece or nephew. Mrs. Evans assumed Michael went too, because she tried to get in touch with him, but had no luck. I was shocked. Tess was pregnant with his child with the man I loved, the man who said he loved me. I ran home. I couldn't believe he would do this to me. After everything I did for them, and I was tossed away like yesterday’s garbage. The more I thought about it, the more I hated him, all of them. He didn't even care enough to tell me goodbye. I thought about Maria. She didn't know. My best friend didn't know that the love of her life had left. I went over my balcony and headed towards Maria's house. I knocked on her door and her mom answered it. She opened it wider for me to enter. I headed for Maria's room. I heard her crying and ran to comfort her. I hugged her, knowing how much she must be hurting, because I was hurting too. I didn’t want to think about that. All I wanted to do was comfort my friend. When she finally calmed down, she told me that Michael and the other aliens were gone. Michael told her that he had to leave because Tess was pregnant by Max and the baby couldn't survive on earth. They had to go home. She also told me that on that same night, Michael told her that he loved her. They made love on his last night on earth. I felt my whole world crumble right in front of me. The person I considered my best friend knew they were leaving and didn't say anything to me. She started to cry again, but that time I didn't comfort her. I didn't feel anything. I sat there and waited for her to fall asleep. When she finally went to sleep, I got off her bed and left. After graduation, she moved to L.A. to pursue her singing career. We kept in touch for a few months, and then all communication ceased. I'm not sure whose fault it was, but it didn't matter. She was a stranger to me. I didn't know her like I thought I did. I heard from Amy three years later that she and Kyle got married and had a kid. I didn't go to college after high school like I planned. It didn't seem like any of that mattered. I stayed and helped my parents with the Crashdown. The only contacts I had with the outside world were my parents and Sean DeLuca. Two years later my parents died. I went into a catatonic state for a few months. Sean took care of me and was there when I finally woke up. Sean was the only one I had after my parents died. He would help me with the Crashdown, but I wasn't getting in enough money to cover all my expenses. When the bills started piling up, we couldn't afford them. Sean tried to help the best he could, but there were too many. One day he decided to rob a store. He was caught, and since he was still on probation, he was sent away to a state facility. We kept in touch for a while, but he stopped writing back. I think he realized that I had caused him all his troubles and didn't want to have anything to do with me. I didn’t blame him. I still don’t. I didn’t want to have anything to do with myself either, but I can’t walk away. I took out a second mortgage on the Crashdown to pay off the bills. With that extra money, I was able to stay ahead of them, but I had to eliminate most of my staff and bought lower quality food. Now I'm barely able to stay above water. Nobody wants to come here because the food doesn't taste the same. I only get the regulars who feel sorry for me and don't want to abandon me. I'm grateful for them because they are the ones who are helping to pay for my bills. Some nights I look out over my balcony and think it might be easier if I'd just jump and end all my suffering. I eventually change my mind hoping tomorrow will be better. I couldn’t imagine why Max would come to see me of all people. So I invited him in. I wanted to know what he had to say for himself. He told me that he was sorry about everything that happened. He wanted me to accept him and his son back into my life. He also told me that when he was gone he realized how much he loved me, how much I meant to him. He had hoped I would come back to him and still hold him in my heart. How can he think I would wait for him? I told him a lot of things changed and I realized that he never did belong in my life. That what we had really wasn’t love and never will be. I also told him that it was over. I didn’t want anything to do with him, his son, and his alien status. He never got a chance to tell me anything else, because I pushed him out of my house and slammed the door in his face. I felt good after that. That’s the first time in a long time I felt like I was in control of my life, even if it sucked. I close my journal and put it back in my hiding place behind my headboard. I get up off the floor and go sit on my windowsill. I'm not quite on my balcony, but not in my room. I see movement out of the corner of my eye. I notice a silhouette in the corner. I slowly reach back into my room to get my baseball bat. When my hand comes into contact with it, I take it and raise it above my head ready to swing at the figure. That's when the person says, "Hello Liz." PART 1 I drop the bat. It figures. Probably here to convince me to give Max another chance, to let him back into my life. Well, Max can forget it. He’s no longer a part of my life. “If you’re here on Max’s behalf, you might as well leave,” I say coldly. What makes Max think this person would be able to convince me? What makes him think I would change my mind? Then again, Max always thought he could lead me around like a lost puppy. Well no more. He’ll never be a part of my life anymore. “I missed you, too,” he responds. “Get out! I don’t want you or Max anywhere near me.” I'm angry now. “You don’t have to worry about me being here for Max’s benefit. I’m here for my own,” he says “What is there I can possibly do for you?” I say sarcastically. "Where's Maria?" he asks bluntly. I grumble. Figures. All he ever did was think about Maria. The irony of it was that when you were looking from the outside in on Maria and Michael’s relationship you’d think they disliked each other, sometimes hate each other, but they cared and loved each other more then Max and I ever did. I shrug my shoulders. I'm not about to make anything easy for him. “What makes you think I’m going to help?" I ask. He comes out of the shadows and stands directly in front of me. He gives me a menacing look. Trying to intimidate me as usual, something he was good at before he left. I guess he doesn’t realize that things change; that I’ve changed after fifteen years. None of them do. I stand my ground not breaking eye contact. Staring with the same intensity as him. He turns away after a few minutes of silence. He sighs and says, “Where is she? She said she’d wait for me. I just want to see her, to hold her. I miss her.” I laugh bitterly saying, “She didn’t wait for you.” He doesn’t say anything to me. He looks broken. A little part of me feels sorry for him, but then again that bitter part of me says at least I’m not the only one who was hurt. He sighs and says, “I still want to see her for myself. Just tell me where she is.” “Fine, I’ll tell you, but you’re not going to like what you see. She’s happily married with a child. Anyway, I haven’t kept in touch with her for over 12 years. I’m not even sure where she is anymore,” I say. I give him the last known address I have. He climbs down off my balcony. I wonder if I’ll see him again. ********** I close up the diner and head upstairs. It’s been three month since Michael’s visit. I wonder if he's found her yet. I undress and get ready to get into the shower. I'm so tired. I hear movement outside my window. I quickly pick up my robe and put it on. I grab my bat and head to my window. I see movement, but before I open the window, I see who it is. “I’m assuming you found her,” I say startling Michael. “She married Kyle,” he says. “Yeah,” I say. “She said she wait for me,” he says. I can tell his anger is mixed with sadness. “Did you really expect her to wait for you after fifteen years?” I say coldly. “But I loved her. I thought she loved me,” he says looking like he's on the verge of tears. “Fifteen years is a long time. Things change,” I say. Michael climbs over the balcony and starts to climb down. I stop him and ask, “Where are you going?” “What do you care?” he snaps back. Good, I don’t want him here, anyway. Then why do I feel bad? I know he doesn’t have anyplace to go. I know if he had Max, he’d be there instead of here. He’s somewhat like me. “I know you don’t have anyplace to go. I have extra rooms, you can stay here,” I say. I don’t know why I offered, but I know if I were in his shoes, I’d hope someone would help me out. “Why? I thought you don’t want us aliens around,” he says. “Just get up here before I change my mind,” I say trying to sound irritated. He climbs back up and follows me through my window. I point out the rooms he can choose from. He finally picks one and I give him bedding and towels. I also give him some of my dad’s clothes to sleep in. “Are your parents going to freak that I’m here?” he asks. I just shake my head and say, “No. They’re not here and they won’t be back.” He must have heard the coldness in my voice because he doesn't push the subject. “Why are you still here? I thought you would be a graduate of Harvard or Yale by now,” he says. “Just wasn’t my dream anymore.” I say with sadness in my voice. I leave and close the door behind me. |