Author: Ginger (aka: Mary Mary)
Genre: A/U M/L-M/M Adult
Summary: an old gentleman remembers the happy moments of his life
Disclaimer: I have absolutely nothing to do with the show Roswell or any of its constituents… I have borrowed the names of the characters because I like them.
The hospital room was very quiet now.
The 84 year old white haired gentleman sat next to his wife’s bed holding her hand, silently waiting…watching.
“It has been a beautiful journey my love.”
He said quietly to the frail elegant lady laying there hooked up to all of the life sustaining machines, all of them quiet now, all but one. The heart-monitor registering the faint beat of his beautiful wife’s heart. All that was left of their life now was the quiet waiting; all the tears had been shed.
As he watched and waited his mind drifted back in time to when the world was full of new experiences waiting for them…Their wonderful long life together, 56 years, and he smiled.
My Best Friend
(The old man remembers)
It was 7:30 a.m. when Diane Evans arrived at her office only to find the door locked and no one in sight. The entire suite was being lit by one small desk lamp left on in the corner of the receptionist’s area.
Diane reached for the switch plate on the wall and turned on the main lights. She immediately checked the desk in the main reception area for a note or something that would indicate that Liz might have had to rush away but she found nothing. ‘This is a first’ she thought to herself, ‘Liz is always here at 7:00 a.m. to get things ready for the day’. Diane got a concerned look on her face and immediately went to the phone and dialed home hoping that her son Max hadn’t left for work.
Max was just ready to walk out the back door when his mother’s call came in; he got a puzzled look on his face when he saw the caller ID. As he picked up the phone he thought to himself, ‘She just left a few minutes ago’.
“Hey Mom, what’s up?”
“Hi Max, has Liz called this morning and left any messages for me?”
Max checked the answering machine
“No…and I haven’t taken any phone calls either.” He asked once more, with concern in his voice this time,
“Mom, what’s wrong?”
“Well, the office is empty and it isn’t like Liz to be late and not leave a message for me, I’m concerned Max. Will you stop by her place and check it out on your way to work and get back to me honey? Her address is: “
And Diane rattled off Liz’s address for Max… “The key to her apartment is hanging on the hook by the back door; take it in case you need it, I am really worried.”
“I’m on my way Mom and I’ll call you as soon as I know anything…bye.”
Max immediately grabbed his jacket and keys and headed out the door. Now he started to worry also, ‘what could have happened to her? Mom’s right, this isn’t like Liz at all.’
He knew that Liz’s roommate Maria was out of town because his best friend Michael is engaged to her; ‘if something is wrong she is all alone’ he thought.
Max’s mind started to spin...he began to imagine all sorts of horrible things.
As he started the car he thought to himself, ‘her mother surely doesn’t need something happening to Liz with her father just recuperating from his last go around with chemo’.
‘None of us need anything happening to Liz under any circumstances’, he worried to himself.
He started to feel very anxious and then he started having a tough time concentrating on his driving, his foot wanted to accelerate…it was shaking almost uncontrollably; he just wanted to get there. It was almost like his foot had a mind of its own, as if he had no control over it. He had to do something to calm himself down or he’d never get there…
“What the hell was that turnoff again?” He yelled to no one in particular.
‘Relax,’ he told himself, ‘breathe; just wait until you see what’s going on before losing it.’ He was trying very hard to control his emotions.
Max’s thoughts continued to run rampant as he drove through town…he remembered…
Hey there friend,
Hope the test went well this morning…Michael said that Maria was really ragging on him about her essay on the Baroque composers and he wondered what she was so all fired up about since his anatomy final was coming up and he thought it was a helluva lot more difficult than an essay on old composers. Maybe they both need a lesson in understanding, what do you think?
I’ll be headed back to Roswell with Michael around the middle of next week…we both got our internships settled with Roswell General all ironed out but need to decide what we want to take with us and what we want to leave here. Michael will be renting an apartment so I guess he’ll be needing a U-Haul…I can’t decide whether or not I want to take my old jeep home or get rid of the damn thing. It still runs good but it is so old.
How are things with you and Maria?
Your friend always,
So good to hear from you as always. Maria’s essay got an A, which made her very happy of course. My finals all went well and I guess I will graduate Magna
Cum Laude which should please my parents no end…of course I’m a little happy about it as well.
Maria has been offered a very nice position with a talent agent and will be able to work from home which she is extremely happy about. The job will require a lot of traveling, but I’m sure she will adjust to that.
We are planning on moving in together once we reach Roswell. I am still not sure what I will be doing. I don’t know if I want to follow the business or the paralegal portion of my degree…we’ll see. I will have to make my mind up soon if I plan on living away from home.
Glad to hear that you will be returning about the same time as us…it will be good to know you’re home and safe where you belong.
You mentioned Michael will be getting an apartment…where does that leave you? You two have been living together since forever…what’s up?
Your friend as always,
And so the messages went, back and forth. While Liz was away at college he was in medical school and they e-mailed each other regularly but now that they are both back in Roswell they don’t seem to communicate as often as they had while they were away. He wondered why that was. He wrinkled his brow in thought, ‘maybe it’s because we are closer geographically to each other and don’t feel the need to keep in touch as regularly, who knows?’
Hey there friend,
A quick note…we are about all packed up, Michael is moving everything from the apartment and taking it with him. I’ll be staying at Moms’.
Since Dad passed away she’s been awfully lonesome and I think it would be a good move for the time being.
Have you made any decisions about what you want to do when you get home?
Congrats on the Magna Cum Laude status…awesome!!!
We’ll talk when I get back. We’re about ready to pull out and I need to pack this up. We are towing the jeep and traveling together. Take care and see you soon.
As always, your friend,
Liz and Maria had been friends since kindergarten and when they graduated from high school they went off to college in Boston together…’ they are closer than any sisters could ever be possibly be’… Max’s mind continued to wander as he drove down the highway... the older Liz got the more Liz’s and his relationship changed toward each other. They went from playful children to adults, making the transition very comfortably.
They shared angst over exams, funny jokes they had heard, and just little stories in general, always keeping up with each other’s lives via e-mails and holidays spent at home. When he went off to college she was just a freshman in high school…but he always made time for her. ‘She was always so much fun to be with’ he thought; ‘she always had a smile on her face and a kind word for everyone,’
(And the old man smiled as his mind wondered on.)
While she was next door he never gave it much thought, she was always there, like a part of the scenery.
He could always count on her to talk to when he needed a little break from his everyday life. He would just walk through the gate in the fence in the back yard, give a little whistle at the back door and there she was with a big smile on her face and two cherry cokes. She would sit and listen to him ramble, never interrupting or offering advice even when she was old enough to make sense out of what he was saying, She just listened and let him figure things out for himself.
But now, now that he is home again, now that she is living in the same town as he, he is finding that he misses her and it doesn’t make a lot of sense to him.
‘I’ve been away for practically eight years; I just took it for granted that she would always be here. Why am I suddenly missing her? Maybe it’s because she’s not where she should be’
‘It seems as though someone took a part of my comfort zone away from me and I can’t figure out just what it is that they took. A big part of my life was knowing that she was next door, like that’s where she belongs, and it was a comfortable feeling...now that’s gone as well as my father… too many changes all at once.’
Max’s mind continued to wander as he made his way through the early morning traffic to Liz’s apartment…at least his mind wasn’t manufacturing god-awful things as he drove along watching for signs that would take him to her.
She had lived next door to them since the day she was born; he remembered her sitting out on the porch in her swing when she was just a baby and a smile crossed his face. He was only four years old when he would go over through the fence in the backyard to play with her.
Whenever her mother wanted to fold laundry or just run the vacuum she would ask Max to come over and entertain her for a little while and then Nancy would always reward him with his favorites, milk and cookies, and sometime she would give him a cherry coke, his very best favorite drink to this day.
He continued to remember…Liz was a very sweet baby, he could make faces at her and tell her stories and she would look at him with those big brown eyes of hers and give him the cutest baby giggles and smiles. He remembered how good it made him feel to be able to make her laugh; this brought another smile to his lips as he continued to drive.
Whenever she would see him she could hardly contain herself…she would literally jump at him from her little swing and clap her tiny baby hands, he could see it as clearly as if it was yesterday.
When she was only eleven months old he taught her how to walk, much to her mother’s chagrin, and then, as the years went by, he taught her to throw a ball, use a bat and catch a football. He never tired of her company. When she wanted to join in and play ball or any other game that he and his friends had going on he made sure his friends always included her and he made sure they never acted as though she wasn’t welcome.
“Come on Liz, you can do it!” echoed through his mind like a mantra
He walked her to and from kindergarten and taught her how to tie her shoes. He would sit on their front porch swing and read to her for hours, teaching her to read small words before she ever started to school. He taught her the alphabet song and how to count to ten before she was three. She could recite the “Pledge of Allegiance” when she was two and he laughed out loud at the memory.
She would stand with her little hand over her heart, and he made sure it was her right hand, and then she would recite with him; Nancy took a picture of the two of them and gave Diane a copy. He snatched that right up and took it to college with him when he left. In other words she was always a part of his life, how he prayed that nothing serious was wrong with her. All of these things ran through his mind as he drove across town trying to remain calm.
He finally arrived at Liz’s apartment and he let himself in. She had left a key with his mom when she and Maria first moved in together just in case it would ever be needed for any reason and at the time he couldn’t imagine why they would ever need a key to her apartment, thank God she had.
It was actually the first time he had ever been here so he had to find his way to her room and when he did find her she was shivering under a mountain of blankets and close to delirium. He immediately phoned his mother to let her know the particulars of the situation and then he called the local hospital where he and Michael were interns. After speaking with the attending physician in the emergency room he called his mother again.