| posted on 23-May-2002 1:41:02 AM by *CindyLouWho* |
| Title: Faces I Remember
Author: bec Rating: NC-17 eventually...probobly... not for quite a while though Catagory: M/L. it's not AU, although it may seem like it for a while. Post SEASON 1 Disclaimer: The title is from the song CRAWL, by This Way. Everything else, aside from the East Hampton characters, belong to that show...what's it called again? and if ya wanna challenge me on anything, beware. i may look like a tiny 19 year old blonde girl...but at heart im just a 7 year old who has a crush on All-Growed-Up Phill from the rugrats all growed up special. (what, he was a skater...it was cute). and hey, those little 7 yr olds are vicious i hear, so dont underestimate me. Summary: The kids are all finishing up their junior year of high school. Liz Hastings lives in East Hampton with her adopted family. Something has always seemes off in her life, and shes finally starting to see what it might be... THIS ISNT Au, i swear, its the roswell characters we all know and love...its just confusing at the beginning. Faces I remember, I'll still see And places in a memory, hold on to me I can't wait to crawl out of my shell Promises tell me in a thousand ways Movin on forever Livin' life this way And i can't wait to crawl I can't wait at all I can't wait to crawl Cuz if I wait too long How am I ever gunna reach my destination? And now I know the time has come It's all right here yeah It's all so clear to me Eyes that open slowly It's so hard to see I've never seen an angel But I'm trying to believe And I can't wait to crawl I can't wait at all I can't to crawl I can't wait anymore I can't wait anymore I can't wait anymore ~THIS WAY: Crawl PROLOGUE I’m Liz Hastings, and lately I’ve been having these feelings. It’s just this sense I have sometimes. This weird recognition. I never know when it’s gonna happen, and afterwards I’m not even sure it was real...but it’s like this thing I can’s escape. It follows me around, and just when I think that I’d imagined it all, that it was all just a figment of my clearly overactive imagination...it happens again. It just happened a minute ago, so I’d better tell you about it before I forget...or convince myself that I’m delusional. This time it was this teal color I saw on store sign. I don’t know what it was about this teal, but these letters...these teal letters with silver outlining. It reminded me of something. It wasn’t what they spelled out or anything. I don’t thing that Pearl’s Nail Salon holds all that much significance in my life. It was just those colors. Like they were familiar for a very specific reason. I just can’t remember. Yeah, I know. I’m probably crazy. So like I said, I’m Liz. Liz Hastings. I’m 17 and I live in East Hampton. You know, that cliché, snobby vacation spot for rich people. It’s really not that bad, I swear. I’ve lived here all my life with my parents and little sister, Emily. She’s 7. People say we look so much alike, which I have to laugh at because we’re not related at all. Yup, that’s right. I’m adopted. When I was just a baby. I don’t have issues about it or anything. I don’t have any ambition to find my “real” parents. They died in a car crash, and I love my parents that raised me. They’d thought that they couldn’t have kids for years, so they adopted me. Then, 9 years later, completely by accident, my mom gets pregnant with Emily. It definitely caught them by surprise...but she’s the best little girl. My life is pretty good, basically. I have a moderate number of friends at school. I get good grades. I have good parents. I have a great little sister. Yup...everything’s just great...i guess. It’s just that...sometimes I feel like something’s wrong. Like listening to a song that’s being played in the wrong key. It’s ok on the surface, but it’s just...not right somehow. You know it could be better. It SHOULD be better. It’s not the way it was supposed to sound. That feeling gets stronger when the other one shows up. That weird de-ja-vu that I get sometimes. The one that I get every time I look at the Pearl’s Nail Salon sign that I pass on my way home. It’s just this puzzle I can’t seem to figure out. But I have a feeling that something is coming. Like this big...epiphany. Something BETTER be coming, or else all this buildup will be pretty anticlimactic. All I know is...that I’m Liz Hastings...and something about that is just...off. ______ ok, so there it is. my prologue. PLEASE, tell me what you think. are you interested? FEEDBACK please 
~bec [ edited 74time(s), last at 17-Feb-2003 1:44:51 PM ] |
| posted on 24-May-2002 3:40:44 AM by *CindyLouWho* |
| haha no sorry im not cindy, why does someone have the same name as me?
and EMILY , i promise, has NOTHING to do with tess. i just love the name. ~bec (whos still writing chapter 1...ive been out all day) |
| posted on 25-May-2002 1:06:38 AM by *CindyLouWho* |
| CHAPTER 1
Liz Hastings closed her pale blue journal and ran her hand over the smooth cover. It was covered with silk...a present for her birthday. Her parents had noticed her growing interest in writing, and decided it would be a good idea for her to start a record of her life. The fabric was so smooth, and she loved the way it felt, but she had had to hide her disappointment at the color. She’d never been a big fan of light-blue. A light knocking on her door brought Liz out of her reverie, and she smiled at the visitor she knew was standing impatiently outside her room. “Come in, Em.” She called softly, slipping her journal back in the top drawer of her nightstand. The door opened slowly, revealing a little, dark brown haired seven-year-old girl, grinning happily in her pink, feety-pajamas. Her long, dark hair was braided down her back and she held a half-eaten cookie, which she was taking the last bites of, in her left hand, her right hand hidden conspicuously behind her back. Emily padded over to Liz’s bed and plopped down on the end, still grinning. Liz had to chuckle at the sight of the small girl trying to be covert. “Yes, Em. Anything you wanted?” Liz smiled at her little sister. Emily pulled her hand out from behind her back, revealing her favorite book, Oh! The Places You’ll Go, by Dr. Seuss. “Please, Lizzy?” She begged giving her best puppy-dog look. “I told mommy I wanted YOU to read it to me tonight, and she said it was ok if you said it was ok...” Liz nodded, giving in as always, and patted the space next to her on the bed. “Slide over, kiddo. But I’m only reading it ONCE, and then you have to go to bed, ok?” She sighed in compliance. “THANK YOU, Lizzy!” Emily grinned, throwing her arms around Liz’s neck in a hug before sitting next to her obediently and handing over the book. “Ok,” Liz began, opening the book, “Congratulations, today is your day. You’re off to great places, you’re off and away!” After reading Emily the book and sending her off to bed, Liz found herself once again sitting in her bed thinking. It was a pretty sad situation when she was envying characters in Dr. Seuss books, but reading that story to Emily, she couldn’t help but feel jealous. SHE wanted to travel to great places...to feel that excitement that came with knowing you were part of something bigger than yourself. Ever night she went to sleep hoping something would change the next day. She wasn’t sure WHY she felt such...discontent. She wasn’t UNHAPPY, necessarily. She just wasn’t HAPPY. She knew that there was something out there...something that could make her feel that great thing that everybody talks about. She almost felt it sometimes. Those times when she was talking to someone, and they said something that reminded her...of what, she didn’t know. But she knew that she was sometimes reminded of SOMETHING, and it made her feel better. Less confused. Less like Liz Hastings, small town girl with a simple life, and more...alive. She went to sleep that night thinking of the uncertainty of the future, and looking forward to it more and more with every second. “LIZZY! Girl, how are you doin’ on this fine, spring morning?” Liz laughed at her best friend, shoving her trig book into the top of her locker. “I’m alright, Brooke. Not as good as YOU, apparently.” Brooke leaned back against the lockers and looked at Liz incredulously. “Elizabeth Hastings, we have three more days left of school and then it’s SUMMER. You know what THAT means. All the FINE summer boys who come out here for the sun...and never anticipate the kickass-ness that is US.” She grinned devilishly. “What reason could there possibly be NOT to be in a great mood?” “None, I guess.” Liz conceded with a smile, closing her locker and grabbing her backpack from the floor, swinging it over her shoulder. “Well then,” Brooke continued, pushing her wavy red hair out of her face and standing up straight. “Are you ready to go to Espanol? There are many sexy boys there and you certainly are una chica tan linda.” She giggled and linked Liz’s arm with hers. And there was that feeling again. Like a reminder of something she never knew she’d forgotten. Liz shook her head and smiled, and walked with Brooke to Spanish. Brooke and I met in camp when we were 14. Our last year of summer camp. There was this guy counselor, I don’t remember his name (I have the worst memory about stuff like that, Brooke makes fun of me about it all the time), but he was THE guy at camp. SO gorgeous and we were all, of course, completely obsessed with him. Brooke and I were in the same bunk. One day, at the mess hall, all the girls dared someone to go and talk to him. No one would do it...but then Brooke stood up and walked over to him and told him she thought he had a really cute butt. It was the funniest thing...and when she came back and sat down we started talking. We’ve been best friends ever since. She’s like the complete opposite of me. Totally outgoing and crazy and fun, and a really big smartass sometimes. But our friendship just makes sense for some reason. Like...like something that I just know is supposed to be there. She has this way of making me feel better when everything else just seems wrong. I don’t know what I’d do without someone like her. “What do you MAKE of those four.” Maria DeLuca took another sip of her iced-tea and gestured across the field toward the lunch table by the trees. “I mean...they’re just so...maladjusted.” Alex Whitman looked skeptically at his best friend and back at the secluded table. “How so?” Maria snorted a laugh and set her drink down abruptly. “Well, um, how about the fact that they’re totally closed off from anyone but themselves. Like elitists or something. It’s so rude.” “Ok...” Alex shrugged. “And, like...well ok, there’s Michael Guerin, who...he’s probably the most messed up of all of them. Totally closed off and quiet. Never talks to anyone. Just sort of stares in this brooding, I’ll defend my personal bubble with my life, so stay away, attitude.” Maria was prone to ranting sometimes, which Alex, of course, was used to. Michael Guerin seemed to make her especially frustrated for some reason. “Well, that’s just what he’s...” “And then there’s Max.” Maria interrupted, shaking her head in dissaproval. “I mean, granted he is the better half of the Evans duo, but what is WITH that boy? He has this potential to be a halfway normal, good-looking, high school boy. But he’s like, stunted by his surgical attachment to the other three. He walks around like he has nothing going for him in his entire life...led around by that hose-beast Tess Harding.” Alex let out a loud laugh, covering his mouth with his hand in fake surprise. “MARIA! The mouth on you!” He scolded mockingly. “Anyway its PSYCHO hose-beast. Get it right.” Maria laughed and downed some more of her iced-tea. “Right, of course. So sorry. Anyway, so I wasn’t done with my analysis...” “What a surprise.” Alex mumbled with a smile, rolling his eyes. “So Tess, she’s clearly a skank. Don’t know WHAT the other’s see in her. I mean Isabel, she may be a bitch...” “A HOT bitch.” Alex interjected, looking at Isabel across the plethora of lunch tables. Maria rolled her eyes and snorted. “Yeah, whatever, but ANYWAY, I mean she is bitchy, but she at least seems INTELLIGENT, ya know. They all seem like they have this intense stuff that they’re always talking about and thinking about. Tess is just...a waste of space.” “You REALLY don’t like her, I’m gatherin’.” Alex chuckled, gathering up his books for his next class. “Not that I’m her biggest fan or anything. I don’t like her either. Just not as...adamantly as you.” Maria picked up her back from the ground and chucked her iced-tea in the garbage next to her. “I just feel like this need to dislike her. Ya know. Like there’s a reason I just haven’t found yet. And as messed up as the rest of them are, they’re a lot better than her.” “Agreed.” Alex nodded, standing up next to Maria. “They all seem like ok people. MUTE and weird, but ok. I mean, we’ve known all four of them since we were what...7? They’ve always been this way.” Maria shook her head began to walk toward the school entrance with Alex. “I know, I know. I just wish I could figure them out . They’re just so...Roswellian.” Michael grabbed his bag and stood up with the rest of his table. “Don’t you guys see that it’s a problem?” He shook his head in frustration. “I mean, she’s always staring at us in that creepy...investigative reporter kinda way. And she’s such a freakin’ weirdo. She COULD be an enemy.” Tess ground her teeth together and turned to him abruptly. “For the last time, Maria DeLuca is nothing but a stupid human. It’s NOT a problem, Michael. Just drop it. She’s a human, and we don’t associate with humans.” Michael glared at the blonde girl menacingly, while Tess glared back. “Maxwell?” Max sighed tiredly and looked at his friend. “Tess is right, Michael. She doesn’t matter. We’ve known her forever and she’s not a threat. Just leave it.” Tess smiled triumphantly before grabbing Max’s hand and pulling him behind her into the building. Once they were gone, Isabel stood up and placed her hand lightly on Michael’s shoulder. “He’s just so...the both of them...sometimes I just wanna...” Michael ground out angrily. Isabel sighed and nodded in agreement. “I know. But what can we do. This is the way it is. It’s always been this way...They’re meant to be together...and we can’t mix with humans. It’s just...the way it is.” Michael turned to her abruptly, forcing her arm off his shoulder. “Who said I wanted to mix with humans? I NEVER said that. It’s always been the four of us and that’s...it’s FINE.. I just think that Max needs to grow a pair and start being a KING.” With that, he huffed off away from the school and toward his bike, leaving Isabel standing at the table alone and frustrated at her life...or lack of one. ----------------------- Ok, there it is, chapter 1. i know that its startin off kindof slow, but im tryin to set up some backstory haha
ok so let me know what you think. the premise is kidnof complicated and let me know if youre interested in reading...so FEEDBACK PLEASE
~bec |
| posted on 25-May-2002 1:38:28 AM by *CindyLouWho* |
| Oh, btw i kindof have a favor to ask of anyone who can help.
I dont like in EAST HAMPTON< and all the things i say about it are based on my like, one trip there three years ago, but i wanted a big tourist town that was far away from roswell.... so if anyone knows about EH, and can give me any specifics to use like famous stores, sites, restaurants, the name of the beach and all that godo stuff, thatd be great
THANKS ~bec |
| posted on 25-May-2002 5:20:56 AM by *CindyLouWho* |
| Since i never sleep im done with part 2, and started writin 3...so
part 2 will be posted later today
thanks for the feedback, guys, keep it comin ~bec |
| posted on 25-May-2002 4:51:32 PM by *CindyLouWho* |
| CHAPTER 2
Liz turned the key in the lock and pushed open the front door of her house. “MOM? DAD? You guys home?” “In the kitchen, Liz.” Grant Hastings’s voice filtered into the hall from the kitchen. “Hey, Dad.” Liz greeted with a smile as she entered the brightly colored, airy kitchen. “Doin’ the books?” She nodded toward the open leather book sitting on the kitchen table before her father who was currently wearing what she liked to call his “money pondering glasses”. Grant chuckled and took off his glasses, setting then down on the table. “Am I THAT obvious.” He smiled affectionately at his daughter. “How was school today? Break any hearts?” “Oh, TONS.” Liz laughed. “School was good. Only two more days till summer.” Grant nodded knowingly. Summer in East Hampton was always a very busy time. Especially for himself and his family. “Yeah, about this summer, Lizzy...I’m sorry but since Janice quit...until we hire a new waitress you may have to be working almost every day.” Liz sat down next to her father and dropped her bookbag on the floor. “It’s ok, dad. I know the restaurant needs extra help during tourist season. And, honestly, I don’t mind waitressing. It’s like second nature or something.” She smiled at her father. “Anyway, I’m proud that my family own the most successful restaurant on the boardwalk. So don’t worry.” Grant chuckled at his daughter. “What would we all do without you, Lizzy. You’re a life-saver. OH, speaking of which, your mom is at the restaurant right now and asked if you could pick Emily up at her ballet lesson. You can take the Jeep. I know how much you love it.” “Sure, Dad, it’s no problem.” Liz shrugged her shoulders and smiled as she stood up, “I’m just gonna go drop my stuff in my room.” My grandparents opened the Harbor Café when they got married. My grandfather was a chef and it had always been my grandmother’s dream to run her own business, so opening a restaurant just made sense to them, I guess. When they retired and moved to Florida (like all Long Island grandparents do eventually), they gave it to my dad. He’d been working there all his life and he loved it just as much as they did. My mother loves it too...so it all worked out pretty well. I started waitressing there when I was fifteen. All in all it’s a pretty good job. Sure, the coral and gold uniforms are really tacky, but it’s right on the beach and everyone I know comes there all the time...along with all the tourists. I like waitressing. It makes me feel at ease, almost. Which is kindof weird I guess, but oh well. Just one more thing to add to the time. Like these dreams I’ve been having lately. They’re about this guy... And NO, they’re not THAT kind of dream. Get your mind out of the gutter. Anyway, I can’t see the guy, but he gives me, ya know...the feelings. He’s so important to me that even when I’m awake, and I think about it, it makes it harder to breath. Anyway, the scenario is always different but the underlying theme is always the same. I’m worried about him. I feel like I need to protect him. I’m not sure why, but it’s like, I just KNOW that I need to keep him safe. From...something. The thing about these dreams is that when I wake up, I KNOW that there was something really important in them. Like this one key fact that would make everything else in them make sense, but I can never remember. It’s just like that de-ja-vu feeling...only stronger. I don’t understand myself sometimes. I mean, my life is great? Right? Nice and safe and normal and happy. I don’t understand why...why I get this paranoid, Matrix-y vibe sometimes. Like if I look hard enough I’ll see a glitch in everything. Like if I flip the right switch I’ll see things how they really are. I seem to be more confused about it than ever lately. I’m really good at hiding it, though. I told Brooke about the dreams and she said I just needed some action. Somehow, I think it’s a little more than that though. I mean, ok MAYBE I haven’t really had a boyfriend ever...but that’s just because I haven’t found anyone that gave me the feelings. Someone who can...see into my soul. Don’t think that’s really gonna change anytime soon though. I mean, what are the odds of me finding someone like THAT waitressing at the café all summer? When has anything exciting EVER happened while someone was waitressing? “Max, Isabel, your father and I have some...kind of exciting news.” Diane Evans smiled at her two adopted children sitting across the kitchen table from her. Max put his fork down on his dinner plate and swallowed the bite of food he’d been chewing. “Yeah, Mom? What is it?” Phillip smiled at his wife before redirecting his gaze toward his children, “Well...you see I won the case I’ve been working on. You know, the big one with Mr. Logan and her personal injury suit...” “Oh, Dad, that’s great!” Isabel smiled brightly, a genuine smile she reserved only for her parents. Phillip grinned proudly at his daughter’s comment before continuing. “Anyway, Mr. Logan was so grateful that he offered us to stay for the summer at his house in the Hamptons. His family is going on a cruise this year and...well anyway he offered it to us for the whole three months, for free. And I’ve accepted his gracious offer.” Max glanced at his sister thoughfully before turning back to his clearly very happy parents. “The whole summer?” “Yes, the WHOLE summer!” Diane asserted cheerfully. “Isn’t that just wonderful?” Max chewed his lip, “Yeah...it’s...” “It’s GREAT.” Isabel interjected, smiling. “Just GREAT, Mom. Isn’t that GREAT, Max? Dad’s clients must respect his so much.” She looked at Max pointedly. “Yeah, guys. It’s great. I’m sure we’ll have a really good time.” Max forced a pleased tone, eyeing his sister with a conflicted stare. “It IS great, Max.” Isabel affirmed strongly, sitting on Max’s bed as he sat as his desk. “Don’t you see it’s JUST what we need. Some time away from Roswell. Some time away from EVERYTHING. Being here...it’s suffocating, Max. I know you feel it too.” Max chewed his lip silently, deep in thought at his sisters sentiments. “ I know, Iz. Being here...growing up...out whole lives with Nasedo...and the rules, and...destiny...and...” “And Tess.” Isabel finished for him. “I KNOW you don’t want to be with her, Max. Can’t you just stop pretending. I’m your SISTER. At least be honest with me.” Max sighed. “You know what Iz...maybe I don’t want certain things...and maybe I don’t know why we have to be this way...and maybe...maybe sometimes I just feel like everything about our lives is wrong. I mean, I’m the KING? Right? So why should I have to be in this path that I just feel is...is NOT ME.” Running his hand through his hair, Max took a big breath. “But then I remember. I remember Nasedo taking care of us when we hatched...making sure we were all safe. I remember him telling us our destinies. And I remember getting the message from our mother when we were 13. Whether we like it or not, Isabel, we have duties. We have responsibilities. I have to be with Tess. We can’t let any humans know who we are. That’s just the way it is.” Isabel surveyed her brother sadly. As bad as she had it, she knew he had it a thousand times worse. He always had. He was the one with the weight of the world on his shoulders. He was the one that bared all the responsibility. “Max, you need a vacation. Ok? From everything. From all of this. I think, that for three months, it’ll be ok. I can stop being such a bitch to everyone all the time and just...have fun. No life-changing strings attached. And you can just relax. And, get away from Tess...and Nasedo...and all the rules. It’ll be a nice break. And then, when summer’s over, we’ll come home, and everything will still be here. Roswell wont miss us for a few months.” Max’s face actually brightened somewhat at Isabel’s impassioned speech. He knew he definitely wanted to get away for a while. His life had become a joyless act of going through the motions. He knew it hadn’t always been that way. At least, he thought he did. He had memories from before this year...times when the four of them has been so happy. He and Tess had been so close. He remembered it...he just didn’t know what had changed. All that year he’d been getting more and more unhappy. He DEFINITELY wanted to get away for a while. But then his face fell as he realized what going away would mean. “Isabel...Roswell might now miss us...but what about Michael? I mean...we cant just leave him here with Tess and Nasedo...alone in his apartment. He’ll be miserable.” Max leaned his head in his hands. “We have to stay.” “No.” Isabel asserted forcefully. She needed a vacation and she was going to get one. “I’ll take care of it. He’ll come with us.” Isabel stood up and walked toward the door. “But...how...” “I SAID, I’ll take care of it.” She interrupted, a look of determination crossing her face before leaving Max’s room, shutting the door behind her. And Max, for the first time in a long time, cracked a smile. Because he knew that when Isabel set her mind to something, she would get it done. They stood on the edge of the bridge together, terror gripping both of their bodies. They knew what was behind them...and that was certain death. And in front of them...it was possible they could survive the jump into the icy water unharmed. It was certainly better than the alternative. Their hands clasped together, holding onto eachother as their only lifelines. Guilt consumed him. It hurt a thousand times more than the physical scars now covering his body. It was his fault she was involved in this at all. Risking her life. But she was in it willingly, and when she turned her face toward his, and pulled his lips down to hers, he knew. That she would die for him. She would do anything to protect him. That she loved him like he’d always loved her. And they were strong together. Their kiss was both desperate and tender, and an affirmation of everything they already knew. And then, together, they jumped. And on two opposite sides of the country, two different people bolted upright in their beds, and, as they panted for breath and tried to slow their racing heart rates, they cursed the fact that they had no idea what they’d been dreaming about. ---------------------------- ok, this is probobly gonna be the last part im posting for a week. im going away till next sunday, so unless i can finish part three tonight and post it, this is the last part for a lil while. if you guys feel like it, you can bump this every once and a while. thats be GREAT
and hey, FEEDBACK! ~bec |
| posted on 25-May-2002 6:24:26 PM by *CindyLouWho* |
| still lookin for info on east hampton sites..can anyone help me out?
thanks
~bec |
| posted on 26-May-2002 10:42:12 PM by *CindyLouWho* |
| Ok, guys.
Goodbye for a week. I'll miss all the great feedback
See ya all next sunday, when ill hopefully have another part to post. ~bec |
| posted on 2-Jun-2002 7:37:30 PM by *CindyLouWho* |
| HEY!
back from mass, it was great, ill post more of this story hopefully tonight
~bec |
| posted on 5-Jun-2002 4:29:22 PM by *CindyLouWho* |
| sorry i havent posted a new part yet, guys.
ive been really busy over here...but i promise that a new part will be out by friday. ~bec |
| posted on 6-Jun-2002 12:24:01 AM by *CindyLouWho* |
| So i worked really really hard...
and part 3 will definitely be done in an hour or so. it will also really help you understand all the craziness that has been going on in this fic. now completely, of course, but it does start to explain some things. things are more complicated than they seem, though, so keep that in mind. so like i said, expect the next part in an hour or so.
~bec |
| posted on 6-Jun-2002 1:04:27 AM by *CindyLouWho* |
| ok, here it is just like i said
CHAPTER 3 Liz stood at her locker waiting for Brooke. They both had to work at the café and their shift started in 45 minutes...but, as USUAL, Brooke was running late. Looking down at her watch, Liz sighed in impatience. She loved Brooke...really...but... “Uh...hey Liz.” A voice brought her gaze up from her watch and she was met with an attractive face she knew all too well. “Hi, Scott.” Liz smiled warmly. “What’s up?” Scott Sanders had been in school with Liz since Junior High, when all the elementary schools merged. They’d always been acquaintances, being in the same accelerated science classes, and they’d been lab partners one year. For the past few months, Liz had been getting the feeling that Scott’s feelings for here were somewhat more than friendly. Brooke was constantly making fun of her about it, saying that he was hot, and she should just go for it. But, as much as she wished differently, Liz just didn’t feel THAT WAY about him. It wasn’t that she didn’t think he was good-looking. His sandy blonde hair and greenish eyes suited him very well...and he had a great sense of humor...he just wasn’t her type. She didn’t really know what HER TYPE was, but she knew it wasn’t Scott. Scott smiled at Liz and cocked his head to the side. She seemed to be deep in thought. “Well, I was just wondering if you wanted to go, ya know, get something to eat or something.” He grinned. “Oh, Scott, I’m sorry but I have to work. I’m on duty today at the café.” Liz explained apologetically. He really was a nice guy, even if she didn’t want to go out with him. Just then, Brooke ran down the hall toward them. “Lizzy, girl, I am SO sorry I’m late. You see...Oh,” She smiled slyly at the two, “was I interrupting something?” Scott chuckled and shook his head. “Naw, it’s all good, I was just goin’ anyway...Bye, Brooke. Bye, Liz.” “Bye, Scott.” Liz smiled. “Yeah, see ya, Scotty.” Brooke waved, grabbing Liz’s hand and pulling her out the door and toward the parking lot. Scott watched as the two girls rushed out of the building, shaking his head and laughing to himself. “Yeah...so...I’ll just...stay here then.” -------------------------- “So...” Brooke began, looking over at Liz from the passenger’s seat, “What was all THAT about?” Liz laughed. “Oh, THAT? How did I know you would ask about THAT. THAT was nothing.” “Oh, it was nothing? Because it didn’t look like nothing, it looked like Mr. Sanders there was askin’ you out.” “Well,” Liz bit her lip, “he KINDOF asked me out. Just, like, to get some food.” “Uh huh,” Brooke narrowed her eyes at her friend. “and I’m assuming you graciously declined, right?” “That I did, Brooke. C’mon, you know...” “What I KNOW, Liz darling,” Brooke interrupted, “is that you won’t give any guy a change with you. Not even a smart, funny, SWEET piece of pastry like Scott Sanders. I mean...not EVERY guy you date has to be this life changing, lighting, fireworks, look into my eyes and see my soul-thing.” Brooke gripped the door as Liz suddenly jerked the car forward. “Sorry...I...my foot slipped.” Liz apologized, shaking her head to clear it. Yup, there was that feeling again. Apparently it didn’t do wonders for her driving skills. What were they talking about again? “Right, so...anyway...I just...I’m not interested in Scott like that. We’re just friends. You know that.” Brooke sighed. All she wanted was for Liz to be happy. She needed something in her life. “I know, I know.” She took her lip-gloss out of her bag and began applying it to her lips. “Oh, so anyway I forgot to tell you,” She paused, holding out the gloss for Liz, who shook her head ‘no’ in decline. Putting it back in her bag, she continued. “I got this new, insanely hot bikini for the summer...it’s like, this halter and has this tie thingy and...” Liz listened as Brooke went on and on about little, unimportant things. It wasn’t that she was annoyed by her friends long explanations, it was just that...well, shouldn’t they have something exciting to deal with? Something...dangerous? Or at least interesting? ------------------------ It had been fairly easy to convince their parents to let Michael come along with them for the summer. Diane and Phillip knew what a hard life Michael had led- Phillip had, afterall, been the one to get Michael emancipated from his foster father- and they had always seen him as somewhat of a third child. They understood perfectly when Isabel had pleaded not to leave Michael without his two best friends, alone in his apartment for three long months. Afterall, Tess had her “father”, Nasedo, around...but Michael didn’t have anyone. The house in the Hamptons had plenty of extra space, and it was really only the cost of an extra plane ticket, which Phillip had no problem paying for. Explaining to Tess why she couldn’t go, while Michael could...that was a larger problem. Max and Isabel had told her about it on the ride home from school, and she was none too pleased with the situation. Max sighed in frustration as he pulled the car up in front of Tess’s house, throwing an annoyed look at Isabel, sitting next to him in the passenger’s seat. “I’m sorry, Tess. There’s just nothing we can do about it. We leave tomorrow after school...” “I just don’t see why I can’t go WITH you guys.” Tess continued persistently. “I mean, if Michael can go...and we should all stay together. You know that’s what Nasedo says. We all need to stay together all the time...and...” “Tess, listen,” Isabel interrupted with exasperation, “our parents INSISTED that Michael goes with us...they said that it was just family other than that...and they already have the tickets, and there’s no room for anyone else in the house...it’s just impossible, ok? Anyway, it’s only for one summer. We’ll come back in three months and then...we’ll all be together again.” She tried to sound more pleased about that than she was. Tess pouted and sighed. “Well...ya know, if you can’t do anything about it. I’m just gonna miss you guys so much, that’s all. You’re my FAMILY. We belong together.” Giving Max a pointed look, she grabbed her bag and got out of the jeep. “I guess I’ll see you guys tomorrow.” She frowned. “Our last day together.” Isabel gave her a forced smile. “Oh, it’ll be ok. You’ll see. See you tomorrow, Tess.” “Yeah, tomorrow.” Max nodded a smile to Tess before pulling away, leaving her in her driveway with a frustrated scowl on her face. ---------------------------- “So, let me get this straight...” Nasedo frowned, “Max, Isabel, and Michael are all leaving for the summer. And they’re leaving you here.” Tess squirmed slightly under his scrutiny. “Yeah...I...I couldn’t do anything about it. They said I couldn’t go.” Nasedo sighed leaning back against the kitchen counter. “Well, it is somewhat displeasing, them going off without you for three months...without my supervision, no less. But I don’t think it’ll be disastrous. Maybe it’ll give them some time to think about their roles...accept their destinies more readily. It should be alright.” Tess nodded in agreement, glad that Nasedo wasn’t making the less than ideal situation out to be her fault. If he said that three months away from them was ok, then she knew it would be. “I should see if I can get someone to keep an eye on them, though. Covertly, of course. Where did they say they were going?” He continued, scratching his head thoughtfully. Tess bit her lip, thinking for a moment. “Um, New York. Their parents are borrowing some house in East Hampton, I think.” As the words ‘East Hampton’ left her mouth, Tess saw her protector’s back stiffen and his eyes narrow in something she couldn’t quite pinpoint. “East Hampton...are you sure?” He questioned, his voice tight. “Yeah, I’m sure.” Tess answered, confused at his sudden change in demeanor. “Why? Is that bad?” Nasedo swallowed, his expression returning to normal. “No. It’s fine.” His eyes darted quickly to the phone and then back to Tess. “Listen, Tess...why don’t you...go upstairs...practice your powers. You don’t do that enough.” “O...k.” Tess nodded, now sure that something was going on, but knowing not to ask yet. He would tell her eventually. And if not she could always go looking in his head when he was asleep. He’d know, of course, but she’d still get the information she wanted before he realized it. She always did. Once Tess had gotten up from the counter and walked far enough up the stairs to be out of earshot, Nasedo hastily picked up the phone and dialed a number he’d hoped he wouldn’t have to use for a long time. “Guess that was too much to hope for.” He mumbled as the phone rang on the other end. “Is there a problem, protector?” Nasedo took a breath. “The three are going to Wonderland. I think it’s time we brought Tess in on it...we may need her if they find Alice. And you should moniter.” “Understood. And we always monitor, protector. Don’t underestimate us. As for Tess...we agree. We’ll reactivate her once they’re gone, so she doesn’t make them suspicious. Till then, do nothing. Is that understood?” “Yes. Understood.” “We’ll be in touch.” The other line went dead and Nasedo shook his head as he replaced the phone to its holster. “Damnit.” ------------------- feedback please
~bec |
| posted on 6-Jun-2002 5:13:24 PM by *CindyLouWho* |
| NOTE
hey guys
ok so i just wanna clear something up. tess is not a robot. i know it may have sounded like that, but when they say REACTIVATION (which is a word you'll hear a bunch more in this fic) it isnt anything mechanic. the aliens are aliens and the humans are humans. anyway, GREAT FEEDBACK. ill have a new part posted either late (like after midnight, cause thats when i go on) tonight, or tomorrow night. KEEP READING, KEEP FEEDBACKING, and if anyone who writes fics and has good proofing skills feels like lettin me know if they wanna be my BETA, thatd be great, because im insanely lazy on rereading my own stuff. anyway, so get back to me. THANKS ALOT, guys
~bec (who is going absolutely crazy at home here for THREE MONTHS!!!! damn long college summers. but hey, that means i write more.) [ edited 1time(s), last at 6-Jun-2002 8:51:37 PM ] |
| posted on 7-Jun-2002 12:24:19 AM by *CindyLouWho* |
| ANOTHER NOTE
ok. so my need for a BETA has become desperate....because im having insane writers block on the next part. ya see, i know exactly where i want to go...but im having some problems getting there... hate when this happens. so PLEASE...anyone? LilEve? ya busy? haha i am stuck on a plotpoint..and on the next part. could use another persons POV... my first solo fic...im used to having other people around when i get stuck. (damnit, this is why i wanna write for hour long DRAMAs...theyres always more people around to help ya out... grr) yeah so anyway, im im gonna get the next part out tonight...or even tomorrow, help would be GREAT. ~bec |
| posted on 7-Jun-2002 3:05:53 AM by *CindyLouWho* |
| hey, you guys are the best
THANKS to APATHYGIRL666 and LilEvEe hopefully, if all goes well, new part will be out tomorrow night. ~bec |
| posted on 7-Jun-2002 3:18:47 PM by *CindyLouWho* |
| hey,
just BUMPIN this for when i post later. next part definitely tonight sometime. and as for maria/alex...and eventually kyle too (he is my most favorite character so ill have to bring him in eventually), no they arent going to EH, but they will be in the story from roswell some, and then full on in the plot much later. ~bec |
| posted on 8-Jun-2002 12:17:18 AM by *CindyLouWho* |
| Hey guys,
i had alot of trouble getting this part done, damn transitions, and i also had some internal plot conflicts that i had to argue with myself over...but ANYWAY...im FINALLY FINALLY done with it, so PLEASE, TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK...bc i was very conflicted while writing it. so here ya go... PART 4 I’m Liz Hastings, and today was the last day of school of my junior year of high school. Yup, one more year done...and I’m still the same, small town girl I always was. Tomorrow I start working for the summer at the Harbor Café. Not that I don’t love the place...but...I mean...I’d just rather be doing something else ALL summer. Something exciting. And if dad doesn’t get another waitress on staff I’m gonna be working nonstop. Not exactly my dream summer, but what can you do. Yeah, so speaking of dreams, I had another one last night. And this time...i actually remember some of it. It’s all really blurry...but I do know that I was in this group...and someone we cared about was...well he was...missing, I think. It’s always the same guy. I mean, who dreams about the same fictional guy every night? People are supposed to dream about killer lunchmeat and twisted stuff like that. Not the same, nonexistent guy...every night. Oh, there was some kind of interesting news today. Maria told me that she heard the Logans aren’t coming up this year...and that someone else is staying in their house. The Logans are the epitome of snobby vacationers, and they have this son who’s always coming into the café and being a total ass to us- ----------------- Liz stared down at her journal page in surprise. Well, that was certainly weird. BROOKE had told her about the Logans...not MARIA. She didn’t even KNOW anyone named Maria, although it did instill her with that familiar feeling... But there it was on the page, like it belonged there. She hadn’t even been paying attention...just writing off the top of her head...stream of consciousness-like. Crossing it out and shaking her head, she wrote the name Brooke above it. “You’re really spacing out, there, Liz.” She mumbled to herself. “People are gonna start to think you’re whacked.” Chuckling slightly, Liz closed her journal and placed it in her nightstand. Not knowing your best friend’s name was probably a sign that it was time to go to bed. Afterall, she had to be up working the breakfast shift at 8. What a great way to start off your summer vacation. ------------------- “I told the protector we had it all under control.” The man kept his face stoic as he peered into the screen. “Well, it’s not OUT of control, but we’ll have to watch very closely.” The other man said authoritatively from inside the oval monitor. “I don’t think they’ll figure anything out...at least not for a great while. And...Unfortunately we don’t have enough power to eliminate any of them. We’ll have enough time to formulate.” “We should’ve eliminated HER.” The other figure mumbled to himself. “NEVER undermine my authority, you pawn. I may not be there PHYSICALLY, but I do have enough power to eliminate YOU, insect. You know full well that eliminating her would be as practical as raising a white flag. Don’t, for one second, think that you have the intelligence to make the kind of decisions I face. YOU just MONITER and REPORT. Understood?” The other man nodded at the image of his superior. “Understood, sir. It will be done.” He cringed slightly as the steely eyes on the screen glared at him coldly. “Excellent.” ------------------- Max yawned and squinted his eyes open, taking in his environment, and noting the massive cramp that had formed in his neck. Served him right for falling asleep in the uncomfortable plane seats, but he had had a long day, leaving for the airport right after school ended. His dad was insane about being there three hours before the flight to “take care of everything.” Next to him, Isabel was staring out the window at the navy sky that stretched out all around them, and on his left, Michael was busy playing Game-Boy. Oh, the joys of the middle seat. He stretched as much as he could and turned his neck sideways, trying to get the crick out. “How much longer?” He asked his sister, scratching his slightly stubbly chin. Isabel turned to her brother, smiling at his disheveled appearance. He already looked more at ease being away from Roswell. “About an hour. We should land at midnight, and then Dad said there’ll be a car waiting to take us to that guy’s house.” Max nodded and leaned back in his seat, turning toward Michael. “Hey, bro. How ya doin’?” Michael paused his game of Tetris and looked up. “Alright.” He narrowed his eyes at Max. “Listen, are you really sure your parents are cool with...like, paying for all this...I mean, I’m not their kid...” “Michael, listen,” Max shook his head, “I told you they INSISTED that you come. They care about you like a son. So just SHUT-UP about it already and have fun.” Max smiled a rare smile at his friend. Michael having fun was a nearly unheard of concept. Michael looked at Max skeptically before nodding slowly with a raised eyebrow. “I’ll see what I can do.” Grinning a small, half-grin, Max reached into the seat-pocket in front of him and pulled out the complimentary headphones, plugging them into his armrest. Maybe he could nap a little more before they landed. Putting on the headphones, and tuning to a soft music station, he closed his eyes and wondered what the summer and East Hampton had in store for him, if anything. He secretly prayed for anything to happen. Something that he wouldn’t have to PRETEND didn’t make him desperately unhappy, like the rest of his life. Something that would make them all happier, and maybe something that would make him feel...well, feel at peace. --------------------- Nasedo stood over Tess’s sleeping form holding the cell phone against his ear. “She’ll wake up once we’re done. It’ll only take a minute, and they you’ll have to be there to tell her what has been done. She’ll only remember what happened before, and have no knowledge of our operation.” The voice stated monotonously from the other end of the line. “I understand.” Nasedo whispered into the phone. “Alright,” the voice continued. “Commencing Reactivation.” Nasedo watched in interest as Tess’s pupils began to move rapidly under her still closed lids. Her blond eyebrows began to furrow as her eyes moved faster and faster. The seconds passed as Tess’s sleeping form seemed to become more and more agitated, her fists now gripping the sheets under her tightly. “It is complete.” The voice on the other line stated, the line clicking dead just as Tess shot up in her bed, gasping for air loudly and her blue eyes wide with anger. “I’ll KILL her!” She exclaimed, gritting her teeth in fury. Nasedo sighed and sat down on the bed, knowing that this would be a long night of explanation. “I’m afraid...” he began slowly, “that that is not possible.” ------------------ ok kids, FEEDBACK ME PLEASE
if really like to know what you thought of that part, and i hope you understand what REACTIVATION is a little better. if not, you will soon. so anyway, GIMME SOME LOVE
~bec [ edited 1time(s), last at 1-Jul-2002 10:45:10 PM ] |
| posted on 8-Jun-2002 1:00:00 AM by *CindyLouWho* |
| hey,
just wanted to add that M/L will definitely meet either in the next part or the part after that (probobly the next part, unless i suddenly have a change in plan), so no worries...
~bec |
| posted on 8-Jun-2002 2:22:35 AM by *CindyLouWho* |
| i know, i know, its all very confusing..and im sorry to say that its all actually MORE complicated than it looks right now, but i hope youre enjoying it through your confusion...
and apathygirl...yeah, im still at kindof a turning point that i cant figure out..but im sure ill work it out eventually. ~bec |
| posted on 8-Jun-2002 9:06:21 PM by *CindyLouWho* |
| HEY there guys, just wanted to drop by and thank all the WONDERFUL feedbackers that have been giving me such great comments since i started posting...
roswelllover ISLANDGIRL5 roswellluver BLS40 Lillie nickeygurl13 wimsey gonenuts LiLEvEe jeremiah CRAZY 4 MAX Transparent Clear RosWool (who, btw, i remember from way, WAY back when i used to post on the FF boards...im talkin like 2 yrs ago) anonymousarfan ILYMEFOREVER BLS40 Twilighteyes1974 Shama me&max&michael Blink1lit Chrissy Apathygirl666 Esmeralda FreeFall THANKS to all of you guys, and please, keep the feedback comin, its what keeps me goin
~bec (next part wither tomorrow night or monday night) |
| posted on 9-Jun-2002 11:16:40 PM by *CindyLouWho* |
| NOTE
Looks like I'll be able to post the next part tonight some time...bc im about 1/2 way done with it right now. Oh, and tonight's part WILL have Max and Liz meeting for the first time...but if i were you guys, i wouldnt assume ANYthing. and thats in reference to the whole fic, not just this part
ANYWAY, so in an hour maybe. ~bec ..oh, and also, for everyone who's never HEARD the song CRAWL, by This Way,(that this fic is named for, and that i posted the lyrics from in the prologue) i highly HIGHLY recommend you try to find it and listen to it...although i gotta say its almost IMPOSSIBLE To locate. Its an amazing song though. [ edited 1time(s), last at 9-Jun-2002 11:23:17 PM ] |
| posted on 10-Jun-2002 1:21:20 AM by *CindyLouWho* |
| here is the first 1/2 of part 5, ill be back in a minute with the second 1/2
PART 5 PART 5 “So...that’s one order of Lighthouse Waffles with Sunrise-side up eggs, and a Coast of Long Island Iced-tea.” Liz smiled at her customer warmly. “And a side of toast.” The elderly man smiled, putting his menu back behind the lighthouse shaped napkin dispenser. Liz nodded, jotting down the new information, and slipped her pencil back in her apron pocket. “Alright, I’ll be right back with your Iced-Tea.” Liz turned from the booth and smiled when she spotted Emily sitting on the ledge between the restaurant and the kitchen, chatting happily with Ray, the Harbor cook. How ANYONE could be so energetic at 8:30 in the morning was beyond her, but Emily had already been awake when she’d gotten up, and had practically begged to come down to the café with her. She loved being there and all the staff loved her, so nobody minded when she’d just come and play. “Em...” Liz smiled, tickling her sister’s sides from behind, causing the tiny girl to quirm and giggle. “Let Ray work. Why don’t you go color on the placemats?” Emily turned to face Liz, still giggling. “Ohhhhh, Lizzy...don’t you worry, I can take care of myself. I’m ALLLLL grown up.” She grinned widely and leaned in to kiss Liz on the nose. Liz laughed and pulled on one of Emily’s soft waves of dark brown hair playfully. “Oh, is that SO? Well, I wasn’t aware I was in the presence of a woman. I’m VERY sorry, Miss.” Emily bit her lip and tried to look stern. “Don’t let it happen again, Elizabeth.” She shook her finger at her big sister authoritatively. “Now, GET TO WORK, missy.” She laughed her musical, little girl laugh and stepped down off the counter using the stool she’d pulled up next to it, skipping happily into the back room. Ohhhh, morning shifts. Liz laughed to herself and ripped the page from her order-pad, clipping it onto the turnstile. “Table 5’s order.” She smiled at Ray, and turned to the next table in her section. ------------------ Tess gaped at Nasedo in astonishment and aggravation. “So...now you guys want my help...is that is? You kept me in the dark ALL this time and now you’re telling me because you need my help?” Nasedo gritted his teeth in irritation. He’d been explaining for hours and she was being so impossible about everything. Impossible and thickheaded. It was incredibly frustrating. “Tess. Let me explain this one-more-time. We kept you ‘in the dark’, as you call it, because we knew that if you were in on everything, it might have been easier for them to find out. They might have suspected something, or seen something in your head...or in a flash...you know how everything works. “Keeping you as part of the operation made it a thousand times more workable. It was the only way. But NOW, with the problem we foresee, having you in the know is beneficial. You can be forewarned of anything that might come about...and you’ll know all the possible threats. Do you understand?” He tried to keep most of the irritation out of his voice, afterall, they DID need her on their side. Tess pulled on a curl thoughtfully. “Yeah...i GUESS.” She answered, still slightly aggravated. “I just wish I’d known. I mean...all this time...I just can’t believe it.” “It is a lot to take in, I’ll admit.” Nasedo said with a spec of sympathy. He knew that, for Tess in particular, knowing the truth would be mind-blowing. It basically changed everything she knew. “So...a year...” She mused, her brow furrowing. “A little less than one lost, and exactly one since.” “Well,” She sat up straight, her eyes gleaming, “They absolutely can’t figure it out. We have to make sure of that.” Nasedo sneered a twisted grin. “We’d hoped you’d feel that way.” --------------------- back in a few with the rest |
| posted on 10-Jun-2002 2:01:31 AM by *CindyLouWho* |
| haha ok so i know i said id beback in a second with the other 1/2 but my short m/l meeting scene is getting longer and longer
thats what you get when you just write on the spur and dont preplan parts...I HAVE NO IDEA where im leading right now...but it keeps goin, so heres MORE of the part, but not the ACTUAL meeting yet...but in like...les than 1/2 hr i SWEAR... more of PART 5 --------------------- Phillip grinned at his family...and Michael. “Mr. Logan said that the Harbor Café was the best place to eat on the beach.” Isabel groaned and pushed a piece of her long hair off her face. “I’m sure it’s great, dad...but couldn’t we have sampled the food at...I dunno...BRUNCH?” Max and Michael grunted in agreement and Diane laughed at the kids. “Oh, suck it up, you guys. Getting up at 9 is good for you once and a while. Enjoy the lovely, morning sea-air.” The five walked down the boardwalk toward the café, which was impossible to miss due to the construction of the building. The roof was made to look like the ocean, and there was a large yellowish orange half-circle sitting on it to look like the setting sun. It could be seen from anywhere on the peer. Max trailed a few steps behind the rest of the family with Michael, taking in the beautiful, east-coast beach that lay out before him. It was already quite hot, despite the early hour, and he pulled his short sleeved-blue button down shirt away from his body slightly. All around him people passed by, looking summery and care-free. He frowned slightly, noting that, while the teenage guys around him may be wearing the same khaki shorts as him, and the same age him, and while any bystander would probably group them into the same category, they WEREN’T the same. None of THESE guys had to deal with what he had to deal with. They were allowed to do what they wanted...to be normal. He shook his head, trying not to think about it. It wasn’t like he could CHANGE anything, anyway...but maybe, at least for this one summer, he could pretend to be someone else. Someone with a different life. The entered the café and went to the 2 nearest empty booths against the wall. Diane and Phillip sat across from eachother at the one closest to the door, and Michael and Isabel sat across from Michael at the one directly in front of the other. It was fairly busy for 9 in the morning, and Max wondered if the café always had this many patrons. His thoughts were halted and replaced with amusement as a tiny girl who couldn’t have been more than 6 or so approached his booth with an order-pad. “Hello, my name is Emily and I’ll be your server this morning.” She grinned toothily, causing Max and Isabel to laugh and even Michael to break a small grin. Max tilted his head and looked at the girl more closely. She looked familiar for some reason...so tiny with pale olivey skin and shiny, long dark brown hair. There was just something about her he couldn’t place... “Hello, Emily.” Isabel smiled warmly. “Do you work here?” Emily paused, biting her lip and seeming to think about this for a moment, before the voice of a teenage girl broke into their conversation. “Emily Hastings, what are you DOING over here?” The three looked up from Emily to see the girl standing behind her in a coral colored waitress outfit with an ocean scene printed apron. “I’m sorry for THIS little one.” She smiled, looking down at Emily. “She’s just anxious to grow up and work here like her big sister.” She smiled in amusement and ruffled Emily’s hair. “Oh...That’s alright.” Max answered, looking from the little girl to the waitress. “he wasn’t bothering us at all.” He smiled. “Well, ANYWAY, MY name is Brooke, and I’LL be your server this morning.” She smiled brightly, pulling a pencil out of her red, curly bun on top of her head. “Have you decided what you’d like to order?” --------------------- After taking their orders and sending it over to Ray, Brooke walked back into the stock room to find Liz. The booth that Emily had been “waiting on” had actually been in Liz’s section and not hers, but Liz was stuck in the back doing some inventory for her dad. She didn’t mind that much, afterall it was a nice short break from the business out front, but she was surprised when Brooke rushed in with a mischievous grin on her face. “Ohhhh, Liz. You seriously missed out back here...because there are these two guys sitting in your section...well, two guys and a girl,” she amended, “but that’s not the point. The point is that they are QUITE easy on the eyes. Especially the one with the ears.” She grinned. “You GOTTA check this out.” Liz sighed in amused exasperation. Brooke was ALWAYS trying to set her up with one guy or another. “I have to finish this inventory, Brooke.” She turned back to the cans of pickles and started counting. “UGHHH, Elizabeth Hastings. You are IMPOSSIBLE.” She laughed at her friend. “Ok, finish your crucial INVENTORY, but YOU’RE bringing them their bill. So finish up back here because there is no getting out of it. I REFUSE to bring that booth their bill.” She smiled brightly at her friend. “You’re gonna like this one, I know it. All dark and mysterious looking and...anyway, You’ll see.” Liz laughed at her friend, nodding in compliance. “Fine, fine. I’ll be done in a minute and then I’ll be out.” Brooke grinned in triumph and smoothed Liz’s hair that was pulled into a high ponytail. “It’s only because I love ya, Lizzy.” “Yeah, I know, I know, now GO WAITRESS, before we get swamped.” ------------------- Emily sat at the counter watching the three eating their breakfasts. She had concluded that they were the most interesting to watch of all the customers that morning. The girl was so pretty with her long blonde hair, and the boys were so cute. And they’d been so nice to her. She loved talking to the customers, and as long as it was teenagers and not adults, her parents didn’t mind TOO much. They knew that people usually enjoyed Emily, most of the people who lived around them knew her anyway, since her family DID own the most well known café on the beach. Bored just sitting by herself, she made a decision and hopped down off her stool and walked back toward their booth. ---------------------- Max, Michael and Isabel had eaten their breakfasts quickly, famished from the busy day and night before. The Harbor Café really DID have amazing food, like they had been told, and the fact that they were all feeling more at ease than they had in years was aiding in their enjoyment. As they picked at the last remnants of food on their plates, they little girl, Emily, approached them again, smiling widely. “Hello again.” She grinned at them. “My name is Emily Hastings. My parents own the Harbor.” “Hello, Emily Hastings.” Max greeted, holding out his hand for her to shake, causing Michael to chuckled. “My name is Max Evans, and this is my sister Isabel Evans, and our friend Michael Guerin.” He continued in mock formality. Emily shook his hand seriously before sliding into the booth next to Michael, causing him to break from his usually stoic self and cock a half-smile down at her. “Are you on vacation here? Lots of people vacation here and come to our restaurant to eat.” “Yup.” Isabel answered for them. “We live in New Mexico. It’s really far away.” “Not THAT far.” Emily answered. “California’s farther.” Max chuckled, marveling at the obvious intelligence of the tiny girl. Something about her was still making him almost drawn to her in a way. “You’re a very smart girl, Emily, ya know that?” He smiled. “Uh huh.” She grinned. “I know lots of things. My sister teaches me stuff.” ------------------ more in a minute |
| posted on 10-Jun-2002 2:28:54 AM by *CindyLouWho* |
| ok so HERES THE
REST OF PART 5 ------------------ Liz put down her inventory list and stretched her arms with a yawn. Only two more hours of her shift. Yeah, ONLY. Walking out of the back room, she laughed as Brooke shoved the booth’s bill in her hand from her position next to the kitchen. “Girl, go take care of business before your sister moves in on your territory.” She winked and laughed as she directed Liz’s attention over to where Emily was chatting happily with the aforementioned booth. Laughing, Liz made her way over toward the booth, but stopped laughing as her eyes met the face of the boy that was obviously who Brooke had told her about. Wow. Stopping halfway to the booth, she just looked at him for a minute, taking in his appearance. He was gorgeous, there was no denying that, with his dark brown hair sweeping his forehead, his chiseled features...his built arms showing from under his short sleeves... But that wasn’t even what got to Liz. What made her stop in her tracks was the feeling she got when she looked at him. It was THAT feeling. That “where do I know this from”, drive her crazy, insane de-ja-vu feeling. Only stronger than she’d ever had it before. She got it from the whole booth, in fact, she noted as she saw the girl next to him and the guy sitting next to Emily. She was standing there staring at them...well, mostly HIM, when Emily turned toward her suddenly and broke out in a wide grin. “LIZZY!” She called to her sister. “Come meet my friends!” ----------------------- Max looked to where the little girl was yelling and was met my intense gaze of...well he couldn’t even explain what he was seeing. She walked toward him...well, toward THEM, but it felt like they were the only two people there. It wasn’t that she was the older version of the little girl sitting across from him...although he did note that right away. And it wasn’t that she was beautiful in a way he didn’t think he’d ever seen before, although that was DEFINITELY true as well... It was the fact that, when he’d seen her, the dreams he’d been having suddenly came into his mind. Not a scene...or a flash... but just the feeling. There was something about this girl, and while he could feel Isabel and Michael’s stares on the back of his neck, he just couldn’t seem to tear his gaze away from her. Liz cleared her throat, trying to find her voice. “Hi. I’m Liz.” She smiled shakily at Max, and then, tearing her gaze from his, glanced at Isabel and Michael. “Hope you enjoyed our special breakfasts, here is your bill and the mints are on the house.” She breathed, embracing the routine of waitresses, regaining her composure. Since when did she get all thrown off by a GUY? “Lizzy is my sister.” Emily explained to the booth knowingly before hopping up and hugging Liz around the waist. “She’s the best, prettiest, smartest girl there is.” She explained, as if these were facts that everyone had to know. “Hi, Liz.” Isabel greeted warmly, intent on leaving her ice-princess act in Roswell with all her problems. “Hey.” Michael nodded at the girl, before directing his gaze back to his best friend who was still staring like a moron. “That’s Max. He’s in a coma. Send flowers.” Max shook his head at the comment, an embarrassed smile spreading on his face. “Sorry...” he chuckled slightly, “it’s just that...you look so...” he trailed off again, searching for words that didn’t make him sound crazy. Somehow, saying ‘You look like something I don’t know but reminds me of something I can’t remember from my dreams’ didn’t seem like THAT good of an idea. “...so much like your sister.” He finished, scratching the back of his neck. Liz smiled. “Yeah, we get that a lot...” She looked down, trying not to stare at this guy she didn’t even know and seem crazy. She really, REALLY didn’t want him to think she was crazy. She wanted to get to know him...she knew that much. It was like...this thing se couldn’t deny. “Well...” she continued, “it’s very nice to meet you, Max...and Isabel and Michael.” She quickly added before holding the bill out toward Max. “You too, Liz.” Max nodded reaching out to take the bill from her. And then their fingers touched... And she collapsed. ---------------------- The man slowly stood up from the back booth and walked out of the café, unseen by the rest of the patrons and staff. Once outside, he sprinted toward the parking lot, opening the door of his van and climbing into the drivers seat, hauling the door closed behind him. “Shit.” --------------------- FEEDBACK PLEASE!!! this part took a long time to do, is about 4 pages longer than it was supposed to be, and had be really stumped haha so PLEASE throw me some love.
~bec |
| posted on 10-Jun-2002 3:04:19 AM by *CindyLouWho* |
| thanks you guys, i really hope i didnt mess this part up too much
keep the feedback comin! you guys are the best ~bec |
| posted on 10-Jun-2002 3:12:07 AM by *CindyLouWho* |
| im sorry im sorry haha i know i JUST posted, but i really want to let you guys know how REALLY INCREDIBLY AMAZING it makes me feel when you say that my stuff is well written.
im a sophomore tv script-writing and production major...and well, just suffice it to say that when you tell me i write well its VERY much appreciated. i dont have much confidence in my stuff (like most people who write id think) anyway, THANKS SO MUCH
~bec |
| posted on 10-Jun-2002 11:31:52 PM by *CindyLouWho* |
| hahaha
you guys seriously crack me up
best feedbackers ever. KEEP THE GREAT, AMAZING, WONDERFUL comments comin!
~bec  |
| posted on 11-Jun-2002 1:02:20 AM by *CindyLouWho* |
| hey and also,
next part probobly TOMORROW NIGHT
~bec |
| posted on 11-Jun-2002 7:41:29 PM by *CindyLouWho* |
| *bumping*
posting tonight |
| posted on 12-Jun-2002 12:04:26 AM by *CindyLouWho* |
| POSTING in a few. just thoiught id pop in and let ya know
so stay tuned ~bec |
| posted on 12-Jun-2002 12:32:35 AM by *CindyLouWho* |
| HEY kids, here it is. hot off the pressed bc i finished it about three seconds ago. hope you like it.
PART 6 ** “Max Evans is staring at you again.”** “Liz? Oh my god, lay her down over here.” ** “Max Evans? This?”** “Get Emily away from her...she just fainted...that’s all..” ** “LIZ!!!!!”** “LIZ?? Liz open your eyes.” ** “I need you to look at me...”** “She’s breathing so fast...” ** “You have to look at me.”** “Well at least she’s BREATHING...” ** “You broke the ketchup when you fell...”** “WAIT, look I think she’s waking up!” ** “Don't say anything. Please.”** “Liz? Liz can you hear me?” Liz opened her eyes slowly, expecting to see one person leaning over her. One particular person. Instead, there was a whole group. Brooke. She registered her best friend leaning directly over her with a concerned look on her freckled face. “Liz? Girl, can you hear me?” She asked, smoothing a piece of hair off of Liz’s forehead. Liz’s eyes darted around the odd field of vision above her, seeing Emily out of the corner of her eye looking on worriedly...and then, behind Brooke, she noticed the blonde girl...Isabel, she’d said her name was, next to the spiky haired guy, Michael, both of them looking concerned and confused, and two adults behind them...parents, she assumed...and on her right, next to Brooke...there he was... Max. Max Evans. She knew his last name...although she was sure he hadn’t told it to her... “Yeah, Brooke, I’m ok.” She said softly, pushing herself into a sitting position. She’d been shot...or...no. She’d fainted. If she’d been shot she would’ve died. And she almost had died. And he had healed her? No. That didn’t make sense though. There were too many people here...and he hadn’t even been leaning over her when she’d woken up. Brooke had... “I...I didn’t have breakfast this morning.” She swallowed, uncomfortable with all the people...mostly strangers...watching her so closely. “And it’s hot out...I must just have...low blood sugar or something.” Nodding, Brooke took her arm and led her to the booth Max, Isabel and Michael had been at and helped her sit down. “You just sit, sweetie. I’m gonna get you some orange juice.” Diane Evans looked at the sweet waitress with concern. They’d all been so worried when she had collapsed a few minutes ago. Max’s face was still pale, and she noticed how his eyes followed the young girl closely...watching every move she made. Well, THIS was something new... “Young lady, you really have to take better care of yourself.” She scolded warmly at the girl with a kind smile. “You nearly scared certain people half to death, I think.” Her eyes grazed over her son before landing on the tiny brunette girl staring at Liz from next to the counter. “Oh, EMMY, come here sweetheart.” Liz called to her sister in concern, motioning her over. She looked terrified, her big brown eyes opened wide. Emily scuttled across the floor toward Liz before climbing onto the booth and throwing her arms around her neck, causing Liz to laugh in surprise. “Oh, Em, I’m ok. No worries, sweetie.” She smiled, her eyes suddenly catching Max’s from over her sister’s shoulder. He was looking at her so strangely...it wasn’t just concern...it was... “Lizzy...” Emily whispered to her sister while still clinging to her neck. “You know Max...” She pulled back and grinned widely. “He likes you.” -------------------- Max watched Liz and her sister from the 10 or so feet away he was standing. She hadn’t just fainted like everyone else thought she had. He knew it. He’d felt something when they’d touched. And before he’d laid her gently on the floor and had been pushed aside by her friend Brooke, he’d seen things. Felt things. It was all very blurry, but...he knew Liz. He knew her. It seemed impossible...but he felt it in his bones. He’d never felt anything so strongly before. Ever. And as he stood there, staring back into her eyes he was sure. She knew him too. ---------------------- “You know, I just don’t see what our options are here. I mean...what can we actually DO about this?” Nasedo sighed into the phone. The situation was just so frustrating. They had never anticipated the two being reunited this soon... It had only been a year. They had come together after only one year. From two different sides of the country. The prophesies had truly been underestimated. “We are monitoring closely. We have confirmation that they have already begun to connect.” The voice answered hesitantly. “We are...for the MOMENT...at a loss. It’s being reviewed carefully, though. I’m positive that the leader has everything under control. We’ll contact you soon, protector. Make sure that Tess knows that she may be needed at some point, and to be ready.” Nasedo hung up the phone and shook his head. They could say whatever they wanted but he knew...they had no idea what to do about the situation either. No one had anticipated this happening so soon... They should have believed the writings. --------------------- “Are you sure you’re ok?” Isabel asked Liz, standing by the door of the Harbor Café before they left. The waitress had seemed so sweet before suddenly fainting earlier. Diane and Phillip had already walked back to the house having decided to let the kids explore on their own for the day, leaving Isabel, Max and Michael in the café. “Yeah, I’m fine.” Liz smiled. “Seriously, it’s no big deal, don’t worry.” Her eyes met Max’s again and she was momentarily distracted by the way he was looking at her. It made her all tingly inside, she mused to herself, biting her lip to keep from smiling goofily. Despite the weirdness of the day so far, she KNEW that whatever weird thing between them made her feel better than she ever had before in her entire, exhaustingly normal life. “Listen,” she continued, breaking herself out of her reverie and glancing between the three. “My dad throws this...beginning of summer barbeque every year down on the beach. All the locals come and its great. You guys should come.” She smiled warmly. “Oh, yeah.” Brooke added, joining the conversation as she walked by carrying a plate of food to a table. “It’s great. You guys should definitely make an appearance. The beach is AMAZING at night.” “We’ll go.” Max answered immediately, abruptly joining the conversation causing Isabel and Michael to look at him strangely. “I mean, yeah...” he blushed slightly as he stammered. “Sounds like fun...right guys?” “We’d love to go.” Isabel smiled. Afterall, this was what they were all there for. To make friends and have fun. And, although her brother’s behavior was strange and somewhat concerning, she’d talk to him about it later. “Yeah, I’m ok with free food.” Michael added with a small smirk. He wasn’t sure why, but he felt more at ease with this girl, Liz, than with anyone other than Max and Isabel...well, in his whole life. Not COMFORTABLE...but not...hostile like he usually was. And she was certainly more pleasant than Tess. Liz smiled happily, trying not to show just how glad she was that they were coming. “Well, great then. We’ll see you guys tonight down by the rocks. Starts at 7.” “Great, we’ll see you there.” Isabel smiled and grabbed Michael’s hand, pulling him out the door. She wanted to talk to him about Max for a moment, and she was sure Max would lag behind to say goodbye to Liz. “So...” Max scratched his head with a cooked grin, “You’re sure you’re ok?” “Oh...yeah, I’m fine. Really. I just...” “Fainted...yeah I know. I was just worried, ya know. Not everyday a beautiful girl collapses in my arms.” He chuckled with a blush, confused at his own forwardness with this girl he’d just met. But then he remembered that feeling. This was not just any ordinary girl. He was positive. Liz blushed as well and laughed. “Yeah, I make quite the damsel in distress, I suppose. Well, don’t let the act fool you, Max Evans. I can CERTAINLY take care of myself.” She smiled. “Oh, I don’t doubt it.” He grinned. “Not at all.” Liz smiled, “Well, I’ll see you tonight then...I guess.” “Yeah, tonight.” Max smiled, slowly opening the door, not wanting to leave. “Bye, Liz.” He finally said, walking out down the boardwalk with the door closing behind him. Walking quickly to catch up with Michael and Isabel, he suddenly realized what she had called him. Max Evans. Max EVANS. How did she knew his last name? ----------------------- ok, FEEDBACK PLEASE!! I live for your love. (well, not REALLY, bc that would be kindof sad for myself, but i do like it a whole whole lot, and it does make me wanna right more )
ok so anyway, COMMENTS PLEASE
~bec [ edited 1time(s), last at 12-Jun-2002 1:15:04 AM ] |
| posted on 12-Jun-2002 8:18:45 PM by *CindyLouWho* |
| NOTE
for everyone who thinks theyve figured out where all this is headed... THERE IS NO TIME TRAVEL IN THIS FIC...never was, never will be
so id like to know if you still have any ideas haha.
hey, let us know what you think. id be interested to hear if anyone has really figured it out.
its all kindof complicated, and the motives arent what they seem either, ill just let you know. ANYWAY, keep up the GREAT FEEDBACK. if i get time i may post again tonight, but no promises. ~bec |
| posted on 12-Jun-2002 9:05:42 PM by *CindyLouWho* |
| Michael might actually surprise you some in the future...
i know he hasnt played much of a part lately, but he will, i promise. I LOVES ME the michael. after kyle (who im determined to eventually bnring in SOMEHOW...bc i love him so much) hes one of the best. ~bec |
| posted on 13-Jun-2002 1:00:56 AM by *CindyLouWho* |
| ok so no new part tonight, but definitely tomorrow bc ive been working on it and im about 1 1/2 pages in.
i swear this part came out of nowhere...it was not at all what id intended this part to be about haha but thats what happens when you write i guess. anyway so look for a new part tomorrow around midnight
~bec |
| posted on 13-Jun-2002 5:48:34 PM by *CindyLouWho* |
| Ive been out since 1030 this morning applying to three thousand friggin jobs over at the mall..and i was up all night because two fuses blew in our house....
so basically what im sayin is IM EXHAUSTED> its a good think i didnt fall asleep at the wheel seriously...my sister wouldve killed me (it's her car...technically) anyway so basically theres a good chance im gonna fall asleep really early tonight for the first time in YEARS... so im trying to finish part 7 so i can post it like i promised...IM REALLY TRY To get it out tonight, but if i cant and have to post it tomorrow, im sorry guys. so basically, PROBOBLY TONIGHT but on the off chance i fall asleep then DEFINITELT tomorrow. ~bec |
| posted on 13-Jun-2002 6:54:34 PM by *CindyLouWho* |
| Alright, since im definitely not gonna be up later, but i really wanna post something today i just decided to make this part a little shorter than i'd intended and post it now. it's still over 3 pages so its not THAT short, so i think its ok. but the bbq and stuff will be in the next part and whatnot, so here it is,
PART 7 Tess sat in the middle of her bed holding a silver picture frame in her hands. It was the four of them smiling, sitting on a blanket on the grass in the park. They had been about 11 in the picture. A picture she now knew was completely fake. Doctored. Fabricated. Like her entire life. She’d KNOWN he hadn’t wanted to be with her. She’d known they all got frustrated with her. She wasn’t COMPLETELY dense. But she’d also KNOWN that it hadn’t always been that way. They had been a family once. They’d grown up together. But they hadn’t. She’d only known them for 2 years. Two years. And the first one had been filled with trying to pull them apart. And the second one... The second one was the one that had her mind reeling. She was angry. Furious. Confused. It was something no one would ever expect to find out. Even with HER life, which was certainly filled with things that normal people didn’t have to deal with...THIS was outrageous. Everything she’d thought...everything she’d known. Throwing the picture against the wall, she watched it shatter into shapeless pieces of glass, scratching the picture with their razor edges. She wanted him. He wasn’t hers. Why did she want him? Because she had been told she would have him. They told her lies. He rejected her. He and Michael and Isabel... all of them rejected her. And the others...they used her. Used her for their big master plan. Lied to her her entire life so THEY could get what they wanted. Making her believe a that plan that was never supposed to be was the DESTINY of them all. He wasn’t hers. She wasn’t theirs. He didn’t want her. They wanted to use her. They hated her. The others didn’t even care. She had no one. She had nothing. And for the first time in Tess’s entire life she actually felt something genuine. Not petty and meaningless, like the frustration she felt sometimes when one the three brushed her off. No, this was different. This was absolute. Tess was torn and furious. And, also for the first time in Tess’s entire life, she didn’t have to fake her tears. ------------------- “So...Liz...” “So...Brooke...” Liz laughed at her friend’s mischievous look. Their shift had ended at noon and they had walked over to Liz’s house to pick out clothes for later that night. Ever since the whole Max/fainting incident Brooke had been eyeing Liz closely. Closely and suspiciously. Every time she’d tried to question her during their shift, Liz had brushed it off saying that they had work to do and they would talk about it later. Well...it was later. “Liz. Lizzy, darling. Are you gonna just sit there and pretend like nothing’s goin’ on?” Brooke questioned with a raised eyebrow and a smirk. Liz looked up from her place by the floor of her open closet to her friend on the bed. “What? I fainted. I thought we already discussed it. I hadn’t eaten and-” “NOT the fainting, you little skirter of issues. The GUY. Max? Don’t even TRY to pretend there wasn’t serious eye-nookie goin’ on there...because girl, I’m not blind...and neither is the half of the restaurant that saw you and that fine example of things male havin’ imagination sex. C’mon...don’t make me draw you a diagram here...you know what I’m talking about.” She waggled her eyebrows and laughed at her friend’s blush. “Ok, ok. There was something.” Liz admitted with a smile. She wasn’t about to tell Brooke EXACTLY what had happened...not that she even understood it herself...but the whole thing...it just carried this feeling if secrecy with it. Like she knew she couldn’t tell anyone what had happened. Aside from the fact that they’d just think she was crazy and hit her head if she did. And that de-ja-vu feeling was everywhere now. Like a filter she was staring at her life through. No...she amended to herself, like a filter being REMOVED. It wasn’t like she was seeing and feeling things from a dream...it was like she was waking up from one. Liz sighed and closed her eyes. “There was definitely something.” ---------------------- “Max?” Michael knocked on the open door. Max looked up from his position on the bed he was going to be sleeping in for the next three months. The Logan’s house was huge, with five large bedrooms spread throughout the house. Phillip and Diane had taken the master bedroom on the second floor with Isabel, who had chosen the room with the biggest balcony, which she was presently laying out on trying to get a tan. Michael and Max had taken two of the three rooms on the third floor, both of them very large with their own, smaller balconies. “Yeah, Mike? What’s up?” Max questioned his friend, pushing aside the CD’s he’d been organizing into his nightstand drawer. Michael entered the room and took a seat in the cushiony tan armchair next to the bed. “If you were having...like...weird...feelings, would you tell me about it?” He asked hesitantly, scratching his head. “I’m sorry, Michael, but my feelings toward you are strictly hetero. I bat righty.” Max chuckled with a smirk. “Ha-Ha.” Michael replied dryly, cracking a smile despite himself. “Sorry to disappoint you, Maxwell, but you’re not my type.” He paused for a second, thinking. “Seriously though...you’d tell me if you had...like...” “Why are you asking this?” Max asked, interrupting him. Had the others noticed his odd behavior? He’d been feeling weird even before leaving Roswell...with the dreams he’d been having. The DREAMS. He suddenly broke into his own thoughts. They meant something...he’d known it before...but he’d never been able to remember them. But they had to do with her...he knew it... “It’s just...” Michael answered, bringing Max out of his reverie. “Well, Isabel and I have been noticing you acting kind of weird lately...and especially today with that waitress, Liz...and Isabel wanted me to ask you about it...but the truth is...” Michael paused, collecting his own thoughts, “well, I’ve been feeling weird lately too. And when we were on the plane...I had this dream...” Max looked up suddenly, his eyes opening wide staring at his friend’s confused face. Michael had been having dreams too. He wasn’t here to interrogate him. They were BOTH confused. “Yeah...?” Max encouraged anxiously. “Well...” Michael took a hesitant pause, “that girl? Liz. She was kindof in it.” Max’s eyes narrowed. Michael had been dreaming about Liz? LIZ?! “No, no...not like THAT.” Michael interjected quickly, noticing his friend’s look. “It was actually about you...I think. You were missing...and she was there crying. Because you were gone. And so I hugged her.” Michael took a shaky breath. “I mean...who dreams about someone randomly before they meet them. That’s really weird, ya know. It has to mean something.” Max nodded, shocked at Michael’s confession, and intensely relieved that he wasn’t crazy in all this. “Michael...um, it definitely does mean something. I’ve been having dreams too...about her. For over a week now. And...” he paused, not sure whether or not to reveal what had happened earlier that day, but deciding that they would find out eventually anyway. “Today, when she fainted...I saw things. And felt things. And I’m pretty sure she did too.” “In the dream,” Michael continued almost uncomfortably. He wasn’t used to having outsiders included in all the alien craziness, “I trusted her. I knew she was a friend.” He chuckled slightly. “And I never trust ANYBODY...so that’s GOTTA mean something.” Max nodded thoughtfully. “Should we talk to Izzy? She’ll probably freak.” The two looked at eachother for a moment, contemplating the decision. “Maybe later?” Max answered his own question with a crooked grin. “I’m all for later.” Michael nodded. ---------------- FEEDBACK PLEASE!
I have to admit, this part wasnt at all what id intended it to be, and nothing in this part was planned ahead of time...but sometimes when you write it just takes you places all on its own, and this part just wrote itself while i stood by and watched haha.. so anyway id REALLY LIKE TO KNOW what you all thought... LEMME KNOW
~bec |
| posted on 13-Jun-2002 7:38:13 PM by *CindyLouWho* |
| *also,
im having a really hectic couple of days this week and weekend, so i really dont know the next time ill be able to post. if you guys can bump this every once and a while so its not lost among the billions of threads, thatd be great
~bec |
| posted on 13-Jun-2002 9:12:20 PM by *CindyLouWho* |
| heres the thing. i dont feel sorry for tess. i wrote that part completely out of nowhere, and frankly i didnt see it coming.
but the thing you have to remember is that THIS is a POST SEASON 1 FIC. not SEASON 2 or 3. in this fic tess didnt kill alex. and in the show, she was completely 1 dimensional. i HATE pure villians. there is no such thing as a pure villian in real life. she was made into this thing on the show that just acted evily. no actual dimension to her character, she was just the EVIL ONE. they tried to redeam it in like, 30 seconds in the 2nd to last episode, but that doesnt cut it. anyway, i guess what im trying to do is make her into a real person...I HATE HER. shes petty and annoying and bitchy and selfish. but lets at least see whats up with that. ya know? like, i guess i was just thinking about what has actually gone on in her life (IN THIS FIC) and i wanted to see her react to it like a real, 3 dimensional person. petty and bitchy as she may be. ANYWAY, enough explainin, shell be in this story much more, and DONT WORRY kids, im not doing a 180, TESS IS SO NICE NOW thing here. thats rediculous and impossible, and even less believable than her being totally evil. hahaha i just KNEW That part was gonna cause contraversy. ~bec [ edited 2time(s), last at 13-Jun-2002 9:21:35 PM ] |
| posted on 13-Jun-2002 10:18:35 PM by *CindyLouWho* |
| hope that clears some stuff up
|
| posted on 14-Jun-2002 1:33:44 AM by *CindyLouWho* |
quote: OK THIS IS THE ONLY ONE I CAN ANSWER... this fic takes place directly after season 1 ended. well..ok thats not exactly true. it takes place a little while after that, but EVERYTHING UP TILL THE SEASON 1 FINALE is true. nothing after that ever happened, so nasedo is still alive. oh, and alex and maria are in roswell
~bec |
| posted on 14-Jun-2002 7:53:04 PM by *CindyLouWho* |
| Oh guys ive never been this tired in my entire life. if i dont get a job after spending these three straight days going and applying, im gonna go insane.
anyway the point of all that is PRAY THAT I GET MY JOB AT BORDERS or BARNES AND NOBLE, ok
and also, LEAVE ME SOME LOVE, and bump if you can, so this poor fic doesnt go MIA. thanks LILLIE ~bec |
| posted on 15-Jun-2002 9:50:34 PM by *CindyLouWho* |
| Ok, im inthe middle of writing the next part, so I'll probobly be posting it tomorrow night
See you guys then, and keep up the great feedback
~bec |
| posted on 16-Jun-2002 10:29:16 PM by *CindyLouWho* |
| just wanted to let you guys know that i GOT MY JOB AT FYE (the movie and music store, if you dont know) so YAY for me
haha anyway, im sure you care a whole lot. im finishing up part 8 so ill be posting it later. ~bec |
| posted on 17-Jun-2002 12:50:58 AM by *CindyLouWho* |
| BUMP BUMP BUMP
for when i post in a 1/2 hour
~bec |
| posted on 17-Jun-2002 1:32:17 AM by *CindyLouWho* |
| ok, so i know it took a long time, and you guys are gonna hate me with the non-closure of this part, but its been a crazy week and frankly im really glad i got to post at all. i should so be asleep right now since i have to wake up early to take a drug test for my job hahah OHHH FUN
anyway so here it is... PART 8 “Kyle? VALENTI?!?! Where are you, man? You got the hots for DeLuca or something? You’ve been staring at her for, like, the past 10 minutes.” Paulie laughed at his dazed friend. “Or maybe it’s Whitman you’re lookin’ at. You diggin’ guys now?” Kyle looked away from the two on the other side of the Crashdown and back at Paulie, shrugging with a laugh. “Naw, Dude, no way. You know how I feel about the LADIES.” Kyle waggled his eyebrows exaggeratedly. “I’ve got those smooth moves they all love. Can’t keep away from me, all those girls...it’s like I’m a Backstreet Boy or somethin’.” “Right, right. They all LOVE you.” Paulie chuckled. “So then why all the staring before?” Paulie nodded back toward Alex and Maria. Kyle shrugged, scratching the back of his neck. “I dunno, dude, it’s just that...I had this really twisted dream last night...and they were in it.” Paulie raised and eyebrow, cocking an amused half-grin. “Um...kinky.” ---------------- After Brooke went home to get ready Liz just sat there on her floor thinking. It was impossible NOT to think. All she could DO was think. About him...about what had happened earlier...about her life. Especially about him. She smiled to herself as she remembered the way he’d looked at her. She’d never felt so alive before. Never. It was crazy. Everything she was thinking didn’t make any sense at all. And the fainting thing...the things she had seen. THEY had to have been hallucinations. But he had seemed affected too...and then she had known his last name. She had known because of the “hallucinations”. Max EVANS. How else would she have known that... Max Evans. It sounded so right. Like a name she had been waiting to hear for years. God, what was going ON with her? None of this made ANY sense. But at the same time...it did. “LIZ!” Her mother called up from downstairs. “We’re leaving. You wanna come with us in the car or walk down in a little while?” They lived only a few minutes from the beach, but her father was driving because of all the things he had to bring for the barbeque. “I’ll go alone, Mom. I still have to get ready.” Liz yelled back, pushing herself up off the floor and picking her clothes out of the closet.” “K.” Her mother yelled back. “See you in a little bit.” ------------------- “Ok, so here’s the thing...” the young man started hesitantly, staring into the oval screen. “Spit it out already, you dimwit. I don’t have LEISURE-time, you know.” The voice boomed back, irritated at the sudden interruption from his work. The man took a deep breath and began again, trying to ignore his superior’s callousness. “Well, something we hadn’t realized...we didn’t know what the effects were going to be...you see. And, we had no idea what would happen when they came together...” “JUST tell me, already. I’m getting VERY impatient with you, boy.” “The hold is breaking.” He said quickly, nervousness consuming him. “We didn’t know what would happen when they came together...we knew it would affect them, but...it’s NOT JUST affecting them.” He finished, wringing his hands in anxiety. “Explain.” His superior answered more quietly, the calmness in his voice almost scarier than the anger. The young man swallowed. “Well, the others involved are beginning to have dreams...in BOTH locations...sir.” And his revelation was met with stunned silence. ----------------- “You’ve got some good kids there.” Grant Hastings smiled at Phillip and Diane Evans while flipping burgers on his grill. “I heard how they helped out today in the café when my Lizzy fainted. She’s usually not so careless with her health.” “Yes, we were all so worried.” Diane nodded. “They are great kids, though. And Liz and Emily,” She smiled at Grant and Sheila Hastings, who had just joined the group with Emily, “they seem like sweet, wonderful girls. I swear, it’s remarkable how much Liz and Emily look alike...and how much they both look like the two of you.” She regarded the two good-looking people. “You all the same eyes...and hair.” She smiled down at Emily. “But Emily here has her mother’s waves, doesn’t she. And Liz’s hair is straight like her father’s. They’ll both be heartbreakers, I’d guarantee it.” Sheila smiled warmly at Diane’s sweet comments. “Oh, well thank you. We like them al lot. They’re great girls.” She paused thoughtfully. “It is so strange though...the way we all look alike. I mean, the three of us,” she gestured toward Emily, Grant and herself, “that makes sense, but Lizzy, she’d adopted. So it’s just this amazing fluke.” She shrugged. “Wow.” Phillip added, amazed at the similarities between Liz and the family. “That really is remarkable.” ---------------- “Look at them over there.” Isabel smiled, looking over at her parents and the Hastings’s from her position with Max and Michael leaning against some tall rocks. “They’re already getting along so well with people.” “They always do.” Max said quietly. His feelings were always bittersweet when it came to his parents; Able to go about their daily lives in content simplicity, while he and Isabel were forced to lie and hide not only to them, but to everyone. He wanted someone he could be honest with...who could actually KNOW him... “Hey, guys.” A soft, unmistakable voice greeted from behind them. “Hey, Liz. Brooke.” Isabel smiled at the two girls, while Michael nodded a nonverbal greeting at them. “Hey.” Max smiled a half-smile, his eyes immediately meeting Liz’s, causing her heart to flutter and that ‘feeling’ to show up again in her stomach. She was so beautiful...she looked like an angel in a white, strappy sundress which was floating around her body softly in the gentle ocean breeze... Nice. One day around her and he was already trapped in a cheesy romance novel, he mused to himself. By the end of the summer he’d be contemplating her raven locks and heaving bosom as the golden sun dipped below the horizon, casting an unearthly glow on the earth. Damn Isabel and her Danielle Steele fetish. Isabel watched the heated looks between her brother and Liz. She should be worried...angry...pulling him aside and scolding him...reminding him of all the things wrong with the situation. But she had no desire to do any of it. It surprised her to no end. She had NO desire to stop what was going on. After years of Max and Tess being forced together...being told that TESS was his destiny...it had never stopped bothering her. It just felt WRONG. Very very wrong. And she knew it made Max miserable. She’d felt it so much in the past year. She was done trying to keep everyone doing what she thought was right. There were too many people doing that in the first place...and their “right” seemed undeniably wrong. Somehow, THIS didn’t seem wrong at all. And he was smiling. Her brother was actually SMILING. What more could she WANT for him. She didn’t care about all the other stuff anymore. It had never brought them anything but unhappiness. Everyone trying to control them all... especially Max. Well he was his own person, wasn’t he? And a KING? Well if he really was a king then he should make his own decisions. Isabel smiled, continuing to watch the silent interaction. It was his life, afterall. He should be happy. “Brooke?” She smiled beautifully at the red-haired girl. “How do you feel about introducing Michael and I to some people?” Brooke’s eyes glinted mischievously at what she saw Isabel planning. “Well, I think that’s a WONDERFUL idea.” She grinned, taking grabbing Isabel and Michael’s hands and pulling them off toward the large crowd that had formed. Liz and Max broke out of their stares, watching the other three leave in amused surprise. “I think they’re trying to set us up.” Liz laughed, shaking her head at Brooke’s blatancy. Max chuckled, “I don’t think I mind.” His smile faded as he stepped closer to her. “Are you feeling better?” He asked quietly, his eyes and body drawn to her like a magnet. “Huh?” Liz blinked. Feeling better? She couldn’t think with him standing so close to. What was going ON with her? This wasn’t the Liz Hastings she knew herself to be. “Better.” Max repeated with a small, amused smile as he stopped advancing toward her, stopping a foot and a half away. “You fainted...this morning.” He chuckled at the confused wrinkle in her forehead. “OH!, Right.” Liz exclaimed, biting her lip. “The fainting thing...listen...um, about that...” Should she tell him what had happened? What she had seen...and felt. Ask him if he felt it too...if he knew what was going on? What if he thought she was crazy... What if he didn’t. What would that mean? Making a decision, Liz took a deep breath and gathered her bearings. “Do you wanna go for a walk?” ---------------------- FEEDBACK PLEASE!! i need some positive reinforcement after the week from HELL. SEND ME SOME LOVE!!! ok, and tell me what you think, i always adore hearing it. ~bec |
| posted on 17-Jun-2002 1:46:06 AM by *CindyLouWho* |
| oh, and i told you guys id manage to bring KYLE into it somehow.and hell be back later
ohh kylie biscuit, i could never forget you hahha yeah i have an unhealthy fixation on the boy. ~bec |
| posted on 17-Jun-2002 3:53:15 PM by *CindyLouWho* |
| HEY guys
so glad youre all reading and like it...makes me all warm and squishy haha. anyway i may be able to post again tonight or tomorrow. im not sure how much time ill have, but i know i wont be posting on wednesday. so before then i promise. SO KEEP READING AND FEEDBACKING PLEASE
~bec |
| posted on 18-Jun-2002 12:59:37 AM by *CindyLouWho* |
| Bumpity bump. im bored and feel like bumpin.
coo-coo-ca-choo. ~bec |
| posted on 18-Jun-2002 10:24:00 PM by *CindyLouWho* |
| ok so heres the deal. ive been super busy and i havent gotten to finish this next part, so i wont be posting tonight. im working till 10pm (ET) tomorrow but when o get home i may get a chance to work and post.
so maybe tomorrow. ok? sorry guys, i know i promised but im realllllly sorry. ~bec |
| posted on 20-Jun-2002 6:13:53 PM by *CindyLouWho* |
| NOTE
HEY guys
just got back from work. legs hurt so much from standin i cant move...but ANYWAY, im SO glad you guys like the story. theres A LOT of detail and backstory, im warnin ya, and itll take a while for all of it to come out, so i really hope you all keep readin. ANYWAY Ill be posting LATE TONIGHT, so stay tuned
~bec [ edited 1time(s), last at 20-Jun-2002 6:19:35 PM ] |
| posted on 20-Jun-2002 10:18:13 PM by *CindyLouWho* |
| Ok, here's the first 1/2 of this part, I'm finishing up the second 1/2, and ill be posting it in a little while.
---------------------- PART 9 “Ok. We’ve done the calculations. It’s going to take two weeks before we can gather up enough energy to even consider taking them on. And that’s assuming she doesn’t help them...if she doesn’t realize that she can.” Junis relayed to his supervisor. Nodding, the man’s eyes narrow in thought. “Till then we can do nothing. We can, in no way, match their power...and we can’t harm her. So...two weeks then. I’m assuming that you took Tess into account with all this?” He raised an eyebrow. Junis nodded. “Without her it would take much longer. She may not be the one, but she’d still stronger than the others.” “Right, then. We’ll start preparing immediately. Hopefully we’ll be ready in time. And excellent work, Junis.” The man complimented in rare appreciation. Junis’s findings were crucial to their operation. But two weeks. So much could happen in two weeks... -------------------- “So...um...where are you guys from?” Liz asked nervously. It wasn’t that Max made her nervous. He made her something...but it wasn’t nervous. It was more like anxious. He made her feel this excitement for whatever the future held. No, her nervousness was more about the subject she was avoiding than the amazing person walking only a few inches to her right. Max glanced over at Liz questioningly. They’d been walking away from the party for five minutes in near silence. He was sure that her mind was as filled with thought as his was, and was wondering when she would broach whatever topic she’d wanted to discuss when she’d asked him to go on this walk. But she was obviously as unsure of things as he was. So he wouldn’t rush anything. “Roswell.” He answered, throwing her a smile. “We’re from Roswell, New Mexico.” **“God, this is just so Roswellian.”** Liz’s eyes shot up at the voice that floated through her head. “Roswell?” She repeated. OK. Who hears VOICES??? She definitely WAS going crazy. Max nodded slowly, confused by her reaction. Confused but excited. She had recognized something. He knew that look and tone, and it was definitely recognition. He seemed to be able to read her so well already... “Liz...why don’t we sit down. You know...and talk.” He stuttered slightly. “Right.” Liz nodded, fidgeting for a moment before sitting down. Max followed, lowering himself down next to her, his hand inadvertently resting on hers as he settled onto the soft sand. **“I have to touch you.”** **”Just take deep breaths, and try to let your mind blank out.”** ---------------- back in a bit with the rest, but i didnt want to make you guys wait so long... |
| posted on 20-Jun-2002 10:47:25 PM by *CindyLouWho* |
| ok, heres the rest....
Rest of PART 9 Max and Liz immediately pulled their hands away from eachother, gasping. “Did you...feel that?” Max asked shakily, looking over at her with wide eyes. She had reacted so strongly when they touched. She must’ve felt it. Liz closed her eyes, nodding slowly, realization dawning on her. “Did you...did you see it too? And today at the café...” she trailed off, drawing a deep breath. Max’s heart was pounding in his chest. This girl...this amazing, beautiful girl...who he’d just met...she’d seen things from him...and he’d seen things from her. That had never happened before with ANYONE...well, anyone who wasn’t an... But he didn’t feel like she was one of them in that sense. And if she WAS, she certainly didn’t seem to know it. “Liz...” He said quietly, causing her to open her eyes and look at him. She looked so confused. “today at the café...what did you see?” Liz bit her lip nervously. Well, this is what she had dragged him out there for, wasn’t it? To tell him what had been going on. “I saw...I saw you.” She took a deep breath and continued, staring into his comforting eyes. “I was in a restaurant...waitressing...but not the Harbor...and you were there. I knew you. And there was this other girl. And...and I felt myself get shot...and then I heard your voice...and...and then you healed me. I opened my eyes and I saw you heal me...somehow.” She let out a shaky laugh. “That’s crazy, right. I mean...it’s impossible and crazy.” Max closed his eyes, took a breath, and re-met her gaze. “I saw it too. All of it.” His lips curled into a small smile. “It’s not crazy. It’s...I know you. I feel...god, this is all so crazy, you know?” he let out a low laugh. “I mean...nothing like this has ever happened before...and...it’s like there’s this...this connection...” he stammered, trailing off. Liz nodded emphatically, letting a smile touch her lips as well. “I know. It’s like we’re...linked...somehow.” “Does it totally freak you out?” Max raised an eyebrow, a little worried. The last thing he wanted was for her to be afraid of him in any way. Liz placed her hand on his shoulder comfortingly. “Honestly? Yeah, it does. But it’s like...I don’t know...I...I trust you.” Max smiled, covering her hand with his, her touch making his stomach jumpy again. It was a feeling he’d never had before coming to East Hampton, but he was getting used to it being around Liz. “I trust you too.” He said quietly, the words meaning more to him than to she understood. For him to be able to legitimately trust ANYONE was unheard of...but he knew. He knew that he could tell her anything about himself...about his life and the others. That they were connected. Liz smiled, reveling at the warmth of his stare and the soothing feeling of his thumb gently stroking the back of her hand, and the strong muscle of his shoulder under her palm. They were connected. The thought ran through her and lingered in her body. It made her almost calm about everything that was going on. That she knew he would be there. “So...um...” She broke out of their thoughts, “what do we do?” Max chuckled. “I have no idea. Go back to the party, I guess. Think things over? I’m kindof at a loss here too. I think we’ll just have to...wait and see.” Liz nodded. “Right. Wait and see.” She could deal with waiting and seeing. Now that she knew that she wasn’t in this alone, it was all a lot less scary. Standing up, Max reached his hand down to help her up. Once they were both standing, Max smiled down at her, his gaze drifting to where their hands were still clasped between them. He didn’t ever want to let go of that hand, he grinned inwardly. “Max?” Liz’s voice brought his eyes back to hers. “I...I just wanna thank you. For being so great about all of this...” she trailed off and then abruptly leaned forward and pulled him into a hug. “Hey...” Max laughed. “You’ve been worried about this...huh?” his tone serious despite its light air, hugging her back tightly. Liz nodded against him. Yeah, that and she’d really wanted to be in his arms. She laughed at herself inwardly. Nice, Liz. REAL pathetic. Although it didn’t seem like he minded. In fact, the way his hand was rubbing her back soothingly, and his cheek was pressed against her hair...he really didn’t seem to mind at all. God, he made her feel so...so... “LIZZY!” A tiny voice called, causing the two to turn abruptly toward the direction of the party. And there was Emily, running toward them as fast as her tiny legs would carry her, her dark waves of hair flowing behind her. “Lizzy!!” “EM? What are you doing?” she kneeled as her sister reached them. “Do mom and dad know where you are?” Max watched the small girl with interest. She was only seven but she seemed so serious and worried. “No.” Emily shook her head. “I runned away when they weren’t looking.” Her tiny chest heaved as she caught her breath. “Hi, Max.” She looked up at him, smiling widely for a moment before regaining her odd seriousness. “Why, sweety?” Liz questioned, confused. She’d never seen her little sister like this. “It’s dark...and night...” Emily begun hastily, looking from Liz to Max, her eyes wide. “And there’s bad people. I was scared about you...” She bit her |