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Roswell Fic: You Were Meant For Me (10/25)
Author: X_tremeroswellian
Email: faithboscorelli1@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: Not mine. Probably not yours, either, unless you're Jason Katims or Melinda Metz. :) Song is "I'll Stand By You" by the Pretenders. Oh, and any and all references to Mr. Raddish are my tribute to Kara and Emily, who created him and write a wonderful series of fics called "Roswell Elementary" that everyone should read.
Author's Note: I began writing this back in February, and it was based off a few early spoilers for the rest of the season that I read back then. After watching "Tess, Lies and Videotape," I realized that this story falls into place with that plot. Here's the rundown. Let's just say that in T,L and V, Max and Tess kissed but Max didn't get any visions. Liz still saw them kiss. Max went to Michael's apartment and he and Michael still fought but didn't end up finding a video camera, although for this story we'll say that Michael went ahead and kicked Max out of his apartment. Shortly afterwords, Max and Liz break up and Max starts dating Tess. This story picks up about two weeks after the M/L break up, and there is much tension among the six of them...
Spoilers: Up through Tess, Lies and Videotape, the rest is just my guess of what could have happened in the season finale, but didn't.
Dedication: To Sarah, Majik Karma, Mel, Linda and Abs for all the feedback! :)
Feedback: Please...and be critical if you feel the need...I can take it.
Special Thanks to: Majik Karma, who helped me work out the entire plot of this story by listening to me ramble on about it for three hours straight over the phone one night. :)
One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Seven | Eight | Nine | Ten | Eleven | Twelve | Thirteen | Fourteen | Fifteen | Sixteen | Seventeen | Eighteen | Nineteen | Twenty | Twenty-One | Twenty-two | Twenty Three | Twenty Four | Conclusion
"Shared joy is double joy. Shared sorrow is half sorrow."
-Swedish Proverb
You Were Meant For Me (Part 10)
Alex was pulled out of a restless sleep by the sound of someone's pounding on his front door. He groaned and forced his eyes open. It was 8:15 in the morning.
Alex reluctantly rolled out of bed as the knocking continued. He stumbled down the hallway to the front door. "This better be good because it's early and I--" he cut himself off as he pulled open the door and was face to face with Isabel Evans. "--am apparently still dreaming. Isabel, what are you doing here?"
"Max never came home last night." Her voice was on the verge of panic. "I don't know where he is."
Alex frowned. "Okay, um, come in here and we'll try to sort this out," he said, glad he was dressed in a way that was suitable to company.
Isabel stepped inside and nervously looked around. "Where could he be? This isn't like him!"
"Have you talked to Michael?"
"No. Max and Michael haven't been getting along lately. He wouldn't go there."
"Okay, what about Tess?"
"No, Max took off before she left last night."
Alex bit his lip and then he met Isabel's eyes. "Uh-oh."
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Liz opened her eyes and quickly squeezed them shut again as the sun invaded her vision. She hadn't gotten much sleep last night, but she was more relaxed than she had been in a long time. She felt Max's fingers playing with her hair as she listened to the sound of his steady heartbeat. She smiled in contentment.
She struggled to sit up and she gazed down into his eyes. He smiled up at her. "How long have you been awake?" she asked curiously.
"All night."
"You must be exhausted!" she exclaimed.
Max shook his head. "Watching you is peaceful," he told her seriously. He touched her face, his fingers brushing against her hair. He brought her towards him slowly, their eyes locked.
He touched his lips to hers and kissed her softly. He brushed his lips against her cheek and pushed her hair back as he kissed her neck, all while his hands alternately caressed her face and shoulders.
She let her head fall back as she held onto his shoulders and he made a path of kisses down to the top of her button-down night shirt. He reached for the top button, when suddenly they heard her mother's voice, "Lizzie! Breakfast is ready!"
Her eyes widened, and so did Max's. She all but jumped off of Max, who quickly stood up and grabbed his leather jacket.
"Lizzie!" her mother called again.
Max grabbed her and kissed her passionately. Her knees buckled but he caught her, holding her up, unable to break the kiss.
Finally, she did. "Max, you have to go!" she gasped.
"Right." He nodded and kissed her again. His arms pulled her closer to him, his hands sliding under her shirt and caressing the bare skin of her back.
They heard footsteps coming closer to Liz's bedroom door and Liz nearly stomped her foot in frustration. Max finally pulled away from her, breathing heavily. "Bye," he whispered as he hurled himself over the top of the ladder.
Liz watched him climb down and she blew him a kiss. He did the same and took off running. She sighed as she heard her bedroom door open.
"Lizzie?"
Liz swallowed hard, took a deep breath and walked to her window. "Out here, Mom."
"What are you doing out there?"
"I fell asleep writing in my journal last night."
Her mom looked out the window at her. "Well, come inside, it's cold out there. Breakfast is ready."
"Right."
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Michael was pacing back and forth, running one hand through his spiky hair. Maria watched him from the couch. "So you think Liz is pregnant."
"Maybe not yet. But come on, Michael. Think about it. That little girl looked an awful lot like her. And the way that Max picked her up..."
Michael nodded. "Okay. But she's in danger. From whom?"
"Tess? I mean, if she is an FBI agent, then Max and Isabel are both in danger and if Liz is pregnant with Max's baby, then she and the baby are both in danger, too."
"Then we have to figure out a way to get Tess out of the picture. Permenantly."
"Okay, I agree, but murder is out of the question."
"So what do we do?"
Maria stood up. "I think she's brainwashed them. What better way to learn the truth about who they really are?"
"That would explain why they've been acting like strangers lately," he agreed. Then he stopped and turned to face her. "Why wouldn't they be after me, too, then?"
"Maybe they don't know about you. I mean, Max is the one everyone's suspected since the beginning, and Isabel is his sister. They were found together by the Evans'. Maybe they assume it's just the two of them."
"Right. That makes sense." He ran his hand through his hair again. "Back to question #1. Without killing her, how do we get rid of her?"
Maria bit her lip. "I have an idea."
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"Liz, honey, Alex is here," her mom called.
Liz glanced at her clock and pushed herself away from her desk. She opened her bedroom door, surprised to see Isabel with Alex. "Uh, hi."
"Have you seen Max? He didn't come home last night," Isabel said anxiously.
Liz felt her cheeks turn pink. "Um, yeah. He--uh--was...here."
"All night?"
Liz nodded. "He left about an hour ago."
Alex met her eyes, somewhat shocked.
"But he's okay?" Isabel pressed.
"Yeah. Yeah, he was...um...fine." She turned away, embarrassed.
"Thank God," Isabel said, relieved. "Alex, do you need a ride home?"
"No, I think I'm going to get something to eat downstairs."
"Okay." Isabel kissed his cheek. "Thanks for your help, Alex." She left the room.
Alex and Liz stared at one another for a long moment. "Okay. Well, I'm going to get some food. Want to join me?"
"Sure." Liz followed him down to the cafe. They walked out front and sat down in a booth.
There was a moment of silence. "So....are you okay?" Alex asked carefully.
"Yeah, Alex, I'm fine," she assured him.
"What happened, Liz? I mean, the last time I knew, Max and Tess were...together."
Liz bit her lip. "I'm not sure exactly. Max came to me last night...he said he was really confused. I've never seen him so lost, Alex. He needed me."
"I just don't want you to get hurt, Liz."
She met his eyes, and saw the genuine concern there. "I know." She touched his hand. "Thank you for being such a good friend."
Alex smiled. "Just returning the favor."
She smiled back. "I thought you were hungry."
"Oh, I am. But I don't think Agnes is in a hurry to come over and ask me what I want," he said, glancing over at the counter, where the older waitress was staring into space.
Liz rolled her eyes. "There's a big surprise." She stood up. "What do you want to eat, Alex?"
"I can get it," he said quickly. "It's your day off."
Liz shook her head. "Not a problem."
"Okay, in that case, I will have a glass of orange juice and an omlet."
"And an order of biscuits and gravy with a side order of bacon," she added.
Alex feigned shock. "How did you know?"
Liz rolled her eyes. "Alex, you've eaten breakfast here every Saturday for the past five years."
He grinned. "Only because I'm fond of the waitresses. Two in particular."
She grinned back. "Did you know that Isabel covered for me here one night?" she asked mischievously. She laughed at the look on his face and walked away to turn in his order.
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"I don't like it," Michael said flatly.
"Like I do. But one of us had to find out about her, and it's too dangerous for you," Maria argued.
"It's just as dangerous for you."
"Maybe, but if I get caught, they won't put me on a dissection table," she pointed out. "Michael, face it. It's our only option . You have to protect Liz. I'll take care of Tess."
"You be careful," he said, his words clipped.
"I will."
"I don't want anything to happen to you." He caught her off guard as he grabbed her and pulled her to him, hugging her fiercely. She couldn't help smile as she hugged him back. Then her smile faded.
"You know, the hardest part will be staying away from Liz and Alex."
Michael pulled away and looked at her. "Will you be able to do that?"
Dread filled her as she thought about it. "Yeah. Because if I don't, all of us could end up dead."
Michael's eyes darkened. "That's not going to happen. I won't let it."
"I know." Maria took a deep breath. "So we start this at lunch on Monday. And as far as tonight goes..."
"Just act normal."
"Act normal. Right. Okay." Maria turned away. "I can do this."
He touched her shoulder. "Maria?"
She looked at him. "I can do this," she said, her voice steady and confident. Michael just nodded.
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Alex leaned back in the booth and waited for his breakfast. He saw Liz step out front, carrying his orange juice at the same time he heard the jingle of the front cafe door bells. He saw the glass slip from Liz's fingers and shatter on the floor as a look of horror crossed her face.
He turned to see Max walk in with Tess, holding her hand. He rose to his feet and rushed to his friend's side. She had dropped to her knees to start picking up the broken glass. She grabbed a jagged piece, instantly slicing the palm of her hand.
"Oh, God! Liz, are you all right?" he asked, kneeling down next to her and taking her hand to examine the cut.
Her eyes were filled with tears. "No, I don't think I am," she whispered, biting her lower lip.
"Okay, go upstairs and take care of it. I'll get this."
She didn't hesitate. She jumped to her feet and ran to the back room.
Alex stood up and grabbed a broom and a dustpan. He swept up the mess and got rid of the glass. Then, full of anger, he stormed over to where Tess and Max were sitting in a booth. "Who the hell do you think you are?" he demanded, glaring at Max.
Max stared at him in surprise. "What?"
"You don't give a damn about anyone but yourself, do you, Max? You don't care if you hurt Liz or not. You're just a selfish bastard!"
"You know, it's pathetic the way Liz drools over him all the time. Why don't you tell her to get a life?" Tess suggested, her eyes darkening.
Alex turned his glare on her. "The only thing pathetic here is you," he said coldly. "And let me tell you something. You have nothing on Liz Parker, Tess. I don't know what Max sees in you...but the two of you deserve one another. Just do us all a favor and take it somewhere we don't have to watch!" And with that, he stormed away from the table.
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"Liz?" He knocked softly on the door. When she didn't respond, he pushed it open and stepped inside. Liz was lying face down on her bed crying. He sat down next to her.
"Oh, why you look so sad
Tears are in your eyes
Come on and come to me now..."
"How could I have been so stupid, Alex? How could I actually believe him?"
Alex shook his head. "Liz, this is his fault, not yours."
"Don't be ashamed to cry
Let me see you through
Cause I've seen the dark side, too..."
"You should just leave, Alex, before I wind up dragging you down with me," she whispered, burying her face in her pillow.
Alex touched her arm. "Liz, I'm not going anywhere. We've been friends for five years. And no way am I going to sit by and watch you do this to yourself."
"When the night falls on you
You don't know what to do
Nothing you confess
Could make me love you less..."
Alex wrapped his arms around her and held her protectively.
"I'll stand by you
I'll stand by you
Won't let nobody hurt you
I'll stand by you..."
Email: faithboscorelli1@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: Not mine. Probably not yours, either, unless you're Jason Katims or Melinda Metz. :) Song is "I'll Stand By You" by the Pretenders. Oh, and any and all references to Mr. Raddish are my tribute to Kara and Emily, who created him and write a wonderful series of fics called "Roswell Elementary" that everyone should read.
Author's Note: I began writing this back in February, and it was based off a few early spoilers for the rest of the season that I read back then. After watching "Tess, Lies and Videotape," I realized that this story falls into place with that plot. Here's the rundown. Let's just say that in T,L and V, Max and Tess kissed but Max didn't get any visions. Liz still saw them kiss. Max went to Michael's apartment and he and Michael still fought but didn't end up finding a video camera, although for this story we'll say that Michael went ahead and kicked Max out of his apartment. Shortly afterwords, Max and Liz break up and Max starts dating Tess. This story picks up about two weeks after the M/L break up, and there is much tension among the six of them...
Spoilers: Up through Tess, Lies and Videotape, the rest is just my guess of what could have happened in the season finale, but didn't.
Dedication: To Sarah, Majik Karma, Mel, Linda and Abs for all the feedback! :)
Feedback: Please...and be critical if you feel the need...I can take it.
Special Thanks to: Majik Karma, who helped me work out the entire plot of this story by listening to me ramble on about it for three hours straight over the phone one night. :)
One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Seven | Eight | Nine | Ten | Eleven | Twelve | Thirteen | Fourteen | Fifteen | Sixteen | Seventeen | Eighteen | Nineteen | Twenty | Twenty-One | Twenty-two | Twenty Three | Twenty Four | Conclusion
"Shared joy is double joy. Shared sorrow is half sorrow."
-Swedish Proverb
You Were Meant For Me (Part 10)
Alex was pulled out of a restless sleep by the sound of someone's pounding on his front door. He groaned and forced his eyes open. It was 8:15 in the morning.
Alex reluctantly rolled out of bed as the knocking continued. He stumbled down the hallway to the front door. "This better be good because it's early and I--" he cut himself off as he pulled open the door and was face to face with Isabel Evans. "--am apparently still dreaming. Isabel, what are you doing here?"
"Max never came home last night." Her voice was on the verge of panic. "I don't know where he is."
Alex frowned. "Okay, um, come in here and we'll try to sort this out," he said, glad he was dressed in a way that was suitable to company.
Isabel stepped inside and nervously looked around. "Where could he be? This isn't like him!"
"Have you talked to Michael?"
"No. Max and Michael haven't been getting along lately. He wouldn't go there."
"Okay, what about Tess?"
"No, Max took off before she left last night."
Alex bit his lip and then he met Isabel's eyes. "Uh-oh."
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Liz opened her eyes and quickly squeezed them shut again as the sun invaded her vision. She hadn't gotten much sleep last night, but she was more relaxed than she had been in a long time. She felt Max's fingers playing with her hair as she listened to the sound of his steady heartbeat. She smiled in contentment.
She struggled to sit up and she gazed down into his eyes. He smiled up at her. "How long have you been awake?" she asked curiously.
"All night."
"You must be exhausted!" she exclaimed.
Max shook his head. "Watching you is peaceful," he told her seriously. He touched her face, his fingers brushing against her hair. He brought her towards him slowly, their eyes locked.
He touched his lips to hers and kissed her softly. He brushed his lips against her cheek and pushed her hair back as he kissed her neck, all while his hands alternately caressed her face and shoulders.
She let her head fall back as she held onto his shoulders and he made a path of kisses down to the top of her button-down night shirt. He reached for the top button, when suddenly they heard her mother's voice, "Lizzie! Breakfast is ready!"
Her eyes widened, and so did Max's. She all but jumped off of Max, who quickly stood up and grabbed his leather jacket.
"Lizzie!" her mother called again.
Max grabbed her and kissed her passionately. Her knees buckled but he caught her, holding her up, unable to break the kiss.
Finally, she did. "Max, you have to go!" she gasped.
"Right." He nodded and kissed her again. His arms pulled her closer to him, his hands sliding under her shirt and caressing the bare skin of her back.
They heard footsteps coming closer to Liz's bedroom door and Liz nearly stomped her foot in frustration. Max finally pulled away from her, breathing heavily. "Bye," he whispered as he hurled himself over the top of the ladder.
Liz watched him climb down and she blew him a kiss. He did the same and took off running. She sighed as she heard her bedroom door open.
"Lizzie?"
Liz swallowed hard, took a deep breath and walked to her window. "Out here, Mom."
"What are you doing out there?"
"I fell asleep writing in my journal last night."
Her mom looked out the window at her. "Well, come inside, it's cold out there. Breakfast is ready."
"Right."
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Michael was pacing back and forth, running one hand through his spiky hair. Maria watched him from the couch. "So you think Liz is pregnant."
"Maybe not yet. But come on, Michael. Think about it. That little girl looked an awful lot like her. And the way that Max picked her up..."
Michael nodded. "Okay. But she's in danger. From whom?"
"Tess? I mean, if she is an FBI agent, then Max and Isabel are both in danger and if Liz is pregnant with Max's baby, then she and the baby are both in danger, too."
"Then we have to figure out a way to get Tess out of the picture. Permenantly."
"Okay, I agree, but murder is out of the question."
"So what do we do?"
Maria stood up. "I think she's brainwashed them. What better way to learn the truth about who they really are?"
"That would explain why they've been acting like strangers lately," he agreed. Then he stopped and turned to face her. "Why wouldn't they be after me, too, then?"
"Maybe they don't know about you. I mean, Max is the one everyone's suspected since the beginning, and Isabel is his sister. They were found together by the Evans'. Maybe they assume it's just the two of them."
"Right. That makes sense." He ran his hand through his hair again. "Back to question #1. Without killing her, how do we get rid of her?"
Maria bit her lip. "I have an idea."
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"Liz, honey, Alex is here," her mom called.
Liz glanced at her clock and pushed herself away from her desk. She opened her bedroom door, surprised to see Isabel with Alex. "Uh, hi."
"Have you seen Max? He didn't come home last night," Isabel said anxiously.
Liz felt her cheeks turn pink. "Um, yeah. He--uh--was...here."
"All night?"
Liz nodded. "He left about an hour ago."
Alex met her eyes, somewhat shocked.
"But he's okay?" Isabel pressed.
"Yeah. Yeah, he was...um...fine." She turned away, embarrassed.
"Thank God," Isabel said, relieved. "Alex, do you need a ride home?"
"No, I think I'm going to get something to eat downstairs."
"Okay." Isabel kissed his cheek. "Thanks for your help, Alex." She left the room.
Alex and Liz stared at one another for a long moment. "Okay. Well, I'm going to get some food. Want to join me?"
"Sure." Liz followed him down to the cafe. They walked out front and sat down in a booth.
There was a moment of silence. "So....are you okay?" Alex asked carefully.
"Yeah, Alex, I'm fine," she assured him.
"What happened, Liz? I mean, the last time I knew, Max and Tess were...together."
Liz bit her lip. "I'm not sure exactly. Max came to me last night...he said he was really confused. I've never seen him so lost, Alex. He needed me."
"I just don't want you to get hurt, Liz."
She met his eyes, and saw the genuine concern there. "I know." She touched his hand. "Thank you for being such a good friend."
Alex smiled. "Just returning the favor."
She smiled back. "I thought you were hungry."
"Oh, I am. But I don't think Agnes is in a hurry to come over and ask me what I want," he said, glancing over at the counter, where the older waitress was staring into space.
Liz rolled her eyes. "There's a big surprise." She stood up. "What do you want to eat, Alex?"
"I can get it," he said quickly. "It's your day off."
Liz shook her head. "Not a problem."
"Okay, in that case, I will have a glass of orange juice and an omlet."
"And an order of biscuits and gravy with a side order of bacon," she added.
Alex feigned shock. "How did you know?"
Liz rolled her eyes. "Alex, you've eaten breakfast here every Saturday for the past five years."
He grinned. "Only because I'm fond of the waitresses. Two in particular."
She grinned back. "Did you know that Isabel covered for me here one night?" she asked mischievously. She laughed at the look on his face and walked away to turn in his order.
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"I don't like it," Michael said flatly.
"Like I do. But one of us had to find out about her, and it's too dangerous for you," Maria argued.
"It's just as dangerous for you."
"Maybe, but if I get caught, they won't put me on a dissection table," she pointed out. "Michael, face it. It's our only option . You have to protect Liz. I'll take care of Tess."
"You be careful," he said, his words clipped.
"I will."
"I don't want anything to happen to you." He caught her off guard as he grabbed her and pulled her to him, hugging her fiercely. She couldn't help smile as she hugged him back. Then her smile faded.
"You know, the hardest part will be staying away from Liz and Alex."
Michael pulled away and looked at her. "Will you be able to do that?"
Dread filled her as she thought about it. "Yeah. Because if I don't, all of us could end up dead."
Michael's eyes darkened. "That's not going to happen. I won't let it."
"I know." Maria took a deep breath. "So we start this at lunch on Monday. And as far as tonight goes..."
"Just act normal."
"Act normal. Right. Okay." Maria turned away. "I can do this."
He touched her shoulder. "Maria?"
She looked at him. "I can do this," she said, her voice steady and confident. Michael just nodded.
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Alex leaned back in the booth and waited for his breakfast. He saw Liz step out front, carrying his orange juice at the same time he heard the jingle of the front cafe door bells. He saw the glass slip from Liz's fingers and shatter on the floor as a look of horror crossed her face.
He turned to see Max walk in with Tess, holding her hand. He rose to his feet and rushed to his friend's side. She had dropped to her knees to start picking up the broken glass. She grabbed a jagged piece, instantly slicing the palm of her hand.
"Oh, God! Liz, are you all right?" he asked, kneeling down next to her and taking her hand to examine the cut.
Her eyes were filled with tears. "No, I don't think I am," she whispered, biting her lower lip.
"Okay, go upstairs and take care of it. I'll get this."
She didn't hesitate. She jumped to her feet and ran to the back room.
Alex stood up and grabbed a broom and a dustpan. He swept up the mess and got rid of the glass. Then, full of anger, he stormed over to where Tess and Max were sitting in a booth. "Who the hell do you think you are?" he demanded, glaring at Max.
Max stared at him in surprise. "What?"
"You don't give a damn about anyone but yourself, do you, Max? You don't care if you hurt Liz or not. You're just a selfish bastard!"
"You know, it's pathetic the way Liz drools over him all the time. Why don't you tell her to get a life?" Tess suggested, her eyes darkening.
Alex turned his glare on her. "The only thing pathetic here is you," he said coldly. "And let me tell you something. You have nothing on Liz Parker, Tess. I don't know what Max sees in you...but the two of you deserve one another. Just do us all a favor and take it somewhere we don't have to watch!" And with that, he stormed away from the table.
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"Liz?" He knocked softly on the door. When she didn't respond, he pushed it open and stepped inside. Liz was lying face down on her bed crying. He sat down next to her.
"Oh, why you look so sad
Tears are in your eyes
Come on and come to me now..."
"How could I have been so stupid, Alex? How could I actually believe him?"
Alex shook his head. "Liz, this is his fault, not yours."
"Don't be ashamed to cry
Let me see you through
Cause I've seen the dark side, too..."
"You should just leave, Alex, before I wind up dragging you down with me," she whispered, burying her face in her pillow.
Alex touched her arm. "Liz, I'm not going anywhere. We've been friends for five years. And no way am I going to sit by and watch you do this to yourself."
"When the night falls on you
You don't know what to do
Nothing you confess
Could make me love you less..."
Alex wrapped his arms around her and held her protectively.
"I'll stand by you
I'll stand by you
Won't let nobody hurt you
I'll stand by you..."