Roswell Fanatics

Part Eleven “Mon Dieu!” Liz murmured as she stepped up to the window in the lounge. “Tu aime?” Liz turned to her advisor, Richard, and nodded while she grinned. “Oui, c’est magnifique.” Richard smiled and moved to stand beside Liz at the window, his silver hair glinting in the late afternoon sun. Be...

Part Twenty-Three Days after the more than slightly anti-climactic call to Liz’s voicemail, Max was still thinking about it. He wasn’t sure if he was glad her cell had been off, or annoyed. For the first time in months, he’d been ready to talk to her but the choice had been taken away from him. He’...

This is another experimental piece. I hope you understand. It's kind of... literally what I would write if I was stuck on a plane. The bits in bold are quotes or lyrics... You know how these things just pop into your head. Part Ten Maria thinks I’m running away. And considering where I am, I guess I...

This love is a strange love A faded kind of mellow Christmas was a strange affair. It was the first one for as long as he could remember that he had shared without Liz, or that he’d gone back to Roswell for. Isabel had been back for almost a week by the time he’d landed and the house was looked lik...

June 2006 “What are you going to do?” Maria asks as Liz folds another shirt into the small suitcase she’d brought with her. Liz shrugs and doesn’t look up. She’s not sure what she should say, anyway. That she’s afraid? That she’s terrified that she’s alone? That while she knows her parents are gone...

A/N: Another of these 'different' styles. This also gives a tid-bit of what to expect from the plot ;) Part Eight Feb 2005 Even Liz hadn’t been able to ignore the pictures splashed across magazines, internet sites and ET, so when she heard the song, she’d waited until the end of the night to send hi...

A/N: Has ties to Part Four of this story... It’s what gives it it’s meaning :) Hope you all figure it out ;) Part Twenty-One Max slammed the screen of his laptop down with a little too much gusto but he was up on his feet and moving across the room to his cupboard in search of his sneakers before he...

http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y59/Gater101/HLITR1.jpg Boston , September 2004 Liz sighed and leaned back in the booth she and a couple of her college classmates had managed to nab before the crowds really started arriving. They were close to the make shift stage so she could hear the sounds of t...

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Part Twenty Max shielded his eyes from the low sun as he tucked his scarf tighter around his neck. The team he was watching were lacking in spark; the quarterback wasn’t leading the team, and neither was their coach but Max could see their potential. He made a few mental notes and continued to watch...