Roswell Fanatics

Part Fifteen “There’s a flight out of Heathrow at ten to six but... they were expecting you to be there to fly back to New York so...” “So...?” Max said impatiently to Rod as he threw the small contents of his hotel room into his suitcase. He was only half listening; all he could think about was tha...

Part Fourteen Max drummed his fingers against the table a he scanned the automatic dump on his livejournal, his heart beat increasing with each pass of his eyes. He and Maria had come a long way this past couple of months but Liz was still her best friend. He scanned it again. He needed something t...

Part Twent-Seven She missed him? After all this time, that’s all she has to say to him? It’s ridiculous and so incredibly not enough that it’s not even funny but he can’t help but hold her to him tighter. And she was crying – oh God, she was crying and if that sound didn’t do awful, awful things to ...

Part Twenty Six Liz sighed and Maria glanced over to her before looking back at Michael. Christmas this year had been hard for Liz; it was the first Christmas for what felt like forever that she hadn’t spent with Max. She hadn’t even called him to wish him a Merry Christmas and she hated it. He hadn...

Part 13 March, 2007 “I just can’t believe he put billboards up of me. Isn’t that like... illegal?” The woman sitting across from Liz tilted her head as she studied the brunette’s features, the large desk separating them with what was obviously a large sign that said “I am a barrier” with its ornate...

A/N: This chapter earns its rating... (I's lazy and couldn't be bothered to check my timeline so the year may be wrong. I'll fix it tomorrow) Chapter Twelve Senior Year - 2001 When Max hobbled uncertainly on one crutch into the gym hall at four thirty in the afternoon, the last thing he had expected...

Part Twenty-Five “Jesus, Liz, what have you got in here?” Max grumbled as he hefted the last – and, of course, the heaviest – box up the three flights of stairs to their shared, just-off-campus apartment. He dropped it onto the floor beside the other (mostly Liz’s) boxes and flopped onto the new (s...

Part Twenty-Four Max eyed the painting with a frown. So much for adding a splash of colour to his walls. He looked to the beige canvas of his walls and then back to the black and red... mixture on the huge canvas Michael had sent to him. He growled. It wouldn’t go – and not just in the living room w...

Part Twelve From : deluca_deluxe@hotmail.com To : paris_prof@hotmail.fr Subject : You should see this. I know that the last thing you want to do is think about him considering how well you’ve been doing recently but I really think you should take a look at E!Weekly. Right now. Love and hugs Maria x...