Re: Liz Come Back adult m/l m/m pg 14 Chapter 22 may 8
Posted: Fri May 16, 2008 10:29 am
Begonia9508
Natalie36
Katydid
Extingman
L-J-L 76
Roswelllostcause
There are problems with Jeff Parker. We will see later. Hindsight is what all the characters must face. No one knows the effect until they reach hindsight then they must judge themselves. My experience with loss is sometimes you do consider just how the loss effects you. In this case Max must transfer to what the loss has done to Liz.
Max had guilt both at the pleasure, no matter how carnal, he felt from his affair with Tess and the fact that his dreams to have had his first child with Liz were dashed. That was triggered at the crassness of them taking what he said were Liz’s reproduction rights in the lab.
There is a place in a man, where the object of his affections, is always a little girl. To think of her being hurt, is to him, like the abuse of a child. His love for Liz still deep down was beartiful compared with the affair with Tess which in the morning became cheap.
At this point I want to point out That Maria’s love for Liz and Michael’s love for Maria are what found and saved Liz. Maria was human and she used human methods. All the alien magic he knew didn’t help Max. Just as later Jeff will have to learn that even a parent’s love can't beat perseverance.
At the death of a child a parent faces anger about what this death does to them, because we have no real understanding of death and what happened to the child. Can we sit and contemplate the last moments of the child’s life? The horror of facing death?
Maybe, we can’t consider that. The abduction of anyone I can only conjecture from dramas and essays, but I still think the first feeling is what this is doing to those present. Occasionally I shudder as I think what happened to the victim, whether rescued of not. This consideration can drive a person mad. Greywolf wrote about this. It was driving Max.
Incubus, Succubus, & Demon
http://www.roswellfanatics.net/viewtopi ... 38&t=16043
Chapter 23 Day 20
At the island
The boat arrived at 10:00 that morning. Isabel had packed one piece of luggage and was waiting on the dock. The difference was that Michael, Ava and Liz all walked down to see her off. Things were going so well that Michael didn’t think about hiding Liz. The three remaining people all hugged Isabel as she got into the boat and grasped the seat. The boat returned to land taking Isabel to heaven or to hell. She just didn’t know which.
Michael, Liz and Ava went back to the cabin. Michael was clearly moping. Liz looked at him. Ava leaned over and, in a false whisper, said, “He is missing Maria too much. I haven’t been able to get a smile out of him since I got here.”
Liz looked down she could feel herself start to shut down again. “I offered all I knew how to help.”
Michael looked up. “Well, now Guerin, if you wouldn’t take a woman up on an offer like that, it is your own fault.”
Liz had lowered her head. She couldn’t think why she had said that. It had been something she had shut up in her heart. She had been with Michael almost 3 weeks. She knew he was lonesome and, come to think of it, so was she. After Michael had had that talk about how it would be hurting Max and Maria, she had closed her mind to that thought she had been developing.
Ava looked at the both of them. “This is what I mean that you make too much about sex. Neither of you has done anything together that would hurt Max or Maria, but your conscious is bothering you because you, sort of wanted to. No, Liz, do not go to Michael. But do not turn Max away, when he gets here. Do not try to make some sort of self pity for yourself. Don’t turn anything from Max because of some sort of feeling that you don’t deserve it. When Max comes for you, go to him immediately. When he asks about what you have done, tell him to read the journal. Outside of that just, take from him what he gives and ask for more.
Liz looked at both Ava and Michael, “Do you think Max would want me now? I remember when I was with those men so many times, I kept saying if I couldn’t have Max, I didn’t want any man to look at me the way he did. That night, I was in Redding California with Tex, I could see that he was falling for me. That was why I ran. He wasn’t Max and I didn’t want that look from somebody else. As a whore, men seldom looked at me for more than my body. Tex was getting feelings of love and I didn’t want that. Have I ruined myself so much that Max won’t have that same look he did when we were in high school?
Ava put her arm around Liz, “No, Max, won’t have the same look he had in high school. He will look at you with a hunger that he never knew in high school. Remember, for him, you were dead, also. He will remember what he lost and anything he sees, will be so much more than he expected. Since he hasn’t felt you, he is still worried that you may still be dead, at least to him.”
Isabel on her own
Isabel was taken to the mainland. They let her off and the boat master and his assistant left her there. Isabel called a taxi. There was only one man who ran a taxi service in this town, so she had to wait awhile. Normally, she would have been impatient. This time, she was willing to put this off as long as she could. What if she had not seen what Jesse really thought? What if he did have something else going on and he was here to let her down as easy as he could? Her logic cut in. Then, why did he give Maria and Michael so much money to find Liz? She could understand Ava when she said, “Jesse wouldn’t want her to think he was trying to buy her back.” Isabel was just in a dither.
Finally the Reynalds Taxi arrived. Isabel loaded her one piece of luggage and gave the driver the address. When she arrived, there was no one at the small house. The key was in the mailbox as promised. Isabel entered and sat waiting nervously. There was no reason to unpack. She had no positive assurance that Jesse would even be with her long enough to unpack. The negligee and dresses she had carefully picked out could or maybe could not, see use. If things went badly she was sure that Jesse would leave soon. She had prepared sleep shorts and aTee top to wear if she was to spend the night alone.
Isabel heard the crunch of a car turning in the small driveway in front of the house. Isabel could see out the window, an obvious rental car, pulling in. Isabel made sure the door was unlocked and she took a seat under a floor lamp across the room.
There was a knock on the door followed by, “Come in. The door is unlocked.”
Jesse entered. There was nothing in his hands. Isabel thought as she viewed him that he would not be planning to spend the night. The voice she heard was a practiced one, cultured from the many hours in court, “Isabel it is so good for you to meet with me.”
The response from Isabel had been intended to be just as cultivated, but when she opened her mouth, out came the desire and angst she had been storing up, “Jesse, I so much wanted to see you.” Isabel stood up. She was waiting for some movement that would indicate what her next phrase would be.
Jesse, for several seconds, stood drinking in the vision of the woman he wooed when she was barely legal with the Pygmalion feeling that she would grow to be as strong as he and stand beside him in the battles of life. The surprise of the true alien nature of her, at first, had scared him. Then, as he was coming to terms with this, he was confronted the need to offer her protection which finally led to her departure with four other teens on a road trip of fear, which Jesse at his age and wisdom, could not face.
To Jesse, when confronted, you took your case to court. The confidence that he had in the court system could not be shared with any of the others of the group. They saw only the system, in any form, as danger. Isabel couldn’t leave her brother and it was clear to Jesse that he couldn’t live their way, on the run, even if he did make the offer to accompany them.
They stood there, several feet apart. looking at each other. Someone had to take the first step. Finally, it was the Latin blood in Jesse’s veins that won. Swallowing his pride in two strides, he crossed the room. Taking Isabel in his arms, he pulled her to him. Before Isabel could say anything to either help her cause or hurt it, Jesse smothered her mouth with kisses. He wanted no words. Only actions. He swept her into his arms and carried her into the bedroom. Pushing off the suitcase he found on the bed, Jesse deposited his arms-full of intended love.
Wearing a three-piece suit, the uniform of his chosen profession, Jesse forced her back on the bed as his arms embraced her body. Jesse’s hands were framing her face. He was kissing exposed flesh where ever he saw it. Jesse, still without saying anything, stood up and began to undress. He removed his coat and vest, throwing them on the floor something Isabel had never seen in the time she was married to him. He kicked off his Italian shoes and for a few minutes stood looking at her.
To Jesse, he suddenly worried that he had read the situation wrongly. Isabel hadn’t put up any struggle, but is this what she came for. She could have just as easily come to sign the divorce papers. True, she could have just as easily done this by mail, but Jesse didn’t have that clear an understanding of a woman’s mind.
The indecision was cleared up as Isabel quickly sat up and began to remove her blouse. She stood and dropped her skirt. Now, only dressed in bra, panties and hose she stood looking at him. Jesse loosened his belt and felt his pants slide down his legs. His eyes were riveted on Isabel. He threw off his shirt and on his knees, he proceeded across the bed to Isabel. She just as quickly crawled to him. Both clad in underwear, they mutually embraced. As Jesse removed her bra and she caressed his torso, only separated by their lower clothes, they made tactile love.
Isabel’s, hose and panties in a bunch, were pushed off the end of the bed and with Jesse’s shorts kicked somewhere across the room, they made truly alien love. They shared visions and emotions. Isabel no longer trying to hold her self in check, allowed Jesse to completely see into her life. He saw the insecurity, the sadness of loss of Alex and the rescue Isabel believed she had found when she went to him. Jesse, also, saw the darkness that the loss of Liz had caused. He saw guilt, which seemed to be floating in Isabel’s mind, attaching itself to various actions that she had done. Then, Jesse saw a bright light so bright that he had trouble looking at it. The light was of last several minutes, minutes when Isabel thought that Jesse wanted her home with him.
Isabel saw into Jesse, also. She saw several women who had been in his life. Some of them had been with Jesse before, but there were two who were very distinct. Isabel was sure they had been somewhere in his life recently. Isabel thought of what Ava had said. She renewed her passion to Jesse. It was not for her to question what had happened when she had been gone and pushed Jesse so forcefully away. It was for her to only make a present and future so secure that Jesse would want no other. In searching her own mind she was sure she wanted no other.
The boat master’s assistant
In a bar at a small town outside International Falls, Minnesota
The assistant who had helped the boat master was named Jake. He lusted for what must be going on at that island. As he saw the classy Isabel waiting on the dock, he was tempted to return. If she had been the doxy of the man on the island, maybe, she wouldn’t mind individual attention given by him.
She was gone. It had taken Jake a lot more time than he intended to finish his duties getting the boat ready for the next outing. The boat master insisted they always prepared the boat to go out before they left her docked. Jake saw that the classy woman was not where they had left her. Some one had beaten him to pick her up. Jake did the only thing a man of his class knew. He went to the nearest bar and was drinking his troubles away.
Tiny Williams was very miniscule in the mob world. His sister was married to Big John Elkins. Now, Big John was important. He made people disappear and he made people, who were lost, reappear. When his wife told him that her baby brother had a whore stolen from him, Big John agreed that he would look for her.
Big John had connections in hundreds of unions. That was his secret. Jake was sitting in the bar nursing the loss, in his mind, of Isabel. They were passing around a picture of a woman. Thinking about the secrecy of Isabel on the island, Jake went over to look at the picture. He had only seen her once, but that was today at the dock. She was one of those who had bid Isabel goodbye. She was the frail lady. Jake would have beer money for quite some time now.
Maria and Max in Roswell
Maria was sitting with Max. They had finished the journal yesterday. Max agreed that the journal should be destroyed. He had so many questions. Maria was not the person to answer them, but there was no one else who knew their present secret.
“I do not know what happened to our connection. We, normally, knew when anything happened to the other. She felt me die in the chemistry lab all the way from Vermont. According to the journal, she had been in the Southwest all the time she was in the white room. Why didn’t I feel anything when they first took her? Why did they, apparently, target Liz above anyone else? They knew that if they hurt Isabel, I would go to her aid, leaving Liz unprotected. Why didn’t they go after you or Kyle?” Max asked.
Maria had to shiver at that question. That was something she had wondered, but knowing what happened to Liz, Maria wasn’t sure she could have lived. Of Kyle, she had no idea. Neither she nor Kyle had shown any signs of aberrations or powers. Maybe, someway, they had heard about Liz. Maria wondered how deep their tendrils went. Were there people in Roswell who would turn them in?
That afternoon, Maria received the phone call she had been waiting for. “Izzy is off. For good or bad, we do not know. What do you think about Max?” Michael asked.
“Max is full of questions. I think that most of them would need Jesse to answer. He is curious about why they grabbed Liz. Was she the target after all? How did they sever the connection he had with her? Who is telling things to the feds from Roswell? Is there a spy somewhere here? These are all things he wants to know. I think he is ready to face Liz if she will face him. What is the plan?” Maria said.
“Well, we do not have enough space here. I am thinking about asking our benefactor on the mainland to see about a rural setting somewhere, where we can all gather and there will be enough room for privacy,” Michael stated.
“Yeah, If we might have a spy in Roswell, I hate to leave Kyle here alone. He hasn’t shown any signs of powers, but he was saved by Max and if Max and I come there, he would be alone here.” Maria was thinking that they had no idea for what was going on. The unit had been dismantled, but any of them alone was at risk.
Maria turned to something that she should have brought up earlier. “How is Liz doing about Max seeing her?” I guess, I should have asked that first,” Maria said.
“We have talked about him coming in general terms. I think that when I give her a date, things could be different,” Michael responded.
Michael was determined that, one way or the other, they needed to settle this problem. He felt that there was something that he couldn’t define that was close. Until Isabel returned, if she returned, he and Ava were all that was here to protect Liz. Michael couldn’t define what he felt, but definitely, there was something out there that was trouble. That feeling he had had before was, now, stronger. Michael didn’t forget to wish Maria many erotic things as soon as they saw each other.
Liz had been out that afternoon. She was talking about going alone. With the feelings he was having, Michael was going to ask her to please take Ava with her for at least a while. Michael met Liz outside the cabin. “Liz, honey, what do you think about seeing Max this week?
Liz sat down in a chair beside the dock. She didn’t say anything. Michael pulled up another chair and sat with her. It was some time later when Liz finally spoke. “Does Max have any idea of what he would be getting?”
Michael spoke, “Maria says that they have been reading and discussing the journal ever since they received it. I am sure he understands what you went through. I am, also, sure that if Maria didn’t think he would be a positive influence, she would scratch his eyes out before she let him come. He still doesn’t know where you are. Maria told him he would see when they got off the plane. She is bringing Kyle because we don’t want to leave him alone until we understand how the FBI got so much information on you.”
Liz said, “It is going to get crowded here, fast. This cabin will be awful small with all those people. I wonder if I will have privacy when I meet Max. I don’t think I could meet him with everyone else looking on.”
“Got it covered doll. We are going to rent a house, hopefully, in a more rural area. Isabel and Jesse, may or may not be back with us. It depends on how things go. We will get plenty of beds set up and rooms so there will be privacy. All you have to do is promise not to run away. If you want to leave, either Maria, or I, will take you wherever you want to go, but do not make me have to chase you down.” Michael was looking at her all the while. “One more thing, Liz, I am getting bad feelings. I do not know why, but I would feel better if you would always take someone with you wherever you go. There is something out there. I just wish I understood it.”
Liz just nodded. Michael wondered if she just thought they didn’t trust her. Michael just shook his head. There was a danger feeling somewhere. It wasn’t alien related.
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for fun read Cowgirl Princess
Natalie36
Katydid
Extingman
L-J-L 76
Roswelllostcause
There are problems with Jeff Parker. We will see later. Hindsight is what all the characters must face. No one knows the effect until they reach hindsight then they must judge themselves. My experience with loss is sometimes you do consider just how the loss effects you. In this case Max must transfer to what the loss has done to Liz.
Max had guilt both at the pleasure, no matter how carnal, he felt from his affair with Tess and the fact that his dreams to have had his first child with Liz were dashed. That was triggered at the crassness of them taking what he said were Liz’s reproduction rights in the lab.
There is a place in a man, where the object of his affections, is always a little girl. To think of her being hurt, is to him, like the abuse of a child. His love for Liz still deep down was beartiful compared with the affair with Tess which in the morning became cheap.
At this point I want to point out That Maria’s love for Liz and Michael’s love for Maria are what found and saved Liz. Maria was human and she used human methods. All the alien magic he knew didn’t help Max. Just as later Jeff will have to learn that even a parent’s love can't beat perseverance.
At the death of a child a parent faces anger about what this death does to them, because we have no real understanding of death and what happened to the child. Can we sit and contemplate the last moments of the child’s life? The horror of facing death?
Maybe, we can’t consider that. The abduction of anyone I can only conjecture from dramas and essays, but I still think the first feeling is what this is doing to those present. Occasionally I shudder as I think what happened to the victim, whether rescued of not. This consideration can drive a person mad. Greywolf wrote about this. It was driving Max.
Incubus, Succubus, & Demon
http://www.roswellfanatics.net/viewtopi ... 38&t=16043
Chapter 23 Day 20
At the island
The boat arrived at 10:00 that morning. Isabel had packed one piece of luggage and was waiting on the dock. The difference was that Michael, Ava and Liz all walked down to see her off. Things were going so well that Michael didn’t think about hiding Liz. The three remaining people all hugged Isabel as she got into the boat and grasped the seat. The boat returned to land taking Isabel to heaven or to hell. She just didn’t know which.
Michael, Liz and Ava went back to the cabin. Michael was clearly moping. Liz looked at him. Ava leaned over and, in a false whisper, said, “He is missing Maria too much. I haven’t been able to get a smile out of him since I got here.”
Liz looked down she could feel herself start to shut down again. “I offered all I knew how to help.”
Michael looked up. “Well, now Guerin, if you wouldn’t take a woman up on an offer like that, it is your own fault.”
Liz had lowered her head. She couldn’t think why she had said that. It had been something she had shut up in her heart. She had been with Michael almost 3 weeks. She knew he was lonesome and, come to think of it, so was she. After Michael had had that talk about how it would be hurting Max and Maria, she had closed her mind to that thought she had been developing.
Ava looked at the both of them. “This is what I mean that you make too much about sex. Neither of you has done anything together that would hurt Max or Maria, but your conscious is bothering you because you, sort of wanted to. No, Liz, do not go to Michael. But do not turn Max away, when he gets here. Do not try to make some sort of self pity for yourself. Don’t turn anything from Max because of some sort of feeling that you don’t deserve it. When Max comes for you, go to him immediately. When he asks about what you have done, tell him to read the journal. Outside of that just, take from him what he gives and ask for more.
Liz looked at both Ava and Michael, “Do you think Max would want me now? I remember when I was with those men so many times, I kept saying if I couldn’t have Max, I didn’t want any man to look at me the way he did. That night, I was in Redding California with Tex, I could see that he was falling for me. That was why I ran. He wasn’t Max and I didn’t want that look from somebody else. As a whore, men seldom looked at me for more than my body. Tex was getting feelings of love and I didn’t want that. Have I ruined myself so much that Max won’t have that same look he did when we were in high school?
Ava put her arm around Liz, “No, Max, won’t have the same look he had in high school. He will look at you with a hunger that he never knew in high school. Remember, for him, you were dead, also. He will remember what he lost and anything he sees, will be so much more than he expected. Since he hasn’t felt you, he is still worried that you may still be dead, at least to him.”
Isabel on her own
Isabel was taken to the mainland. They let her off and the boat master and his assistant left her there. Isabel called a taxi. There was only one man who ran a taxi service in this town, so she had to wait awhile. Normally, she would have been impatient. This time, she was willing to put this off as long as she could. What if she had not seen what Jesse really thought? What if he did have something else going on and he was here to let her down as easy as he could? Her logic cut in. Then, why did he give Maria and Michael so much money to find Liz? She could understand Ava when she said, “Jesse wouldn’t want her to think he was trying to buy her back.” Isabel was just in a dither.
Finally the Reynalds Taxi arrived. Isabel loaded her one piece of luggage and gave the driver the address. When she arrived, there was no one at the small house. The key was in the mailbox as promised. Isabel entered and sat waiting nervously. There was no reason to unpack. She had no positive assurance that Jesse would even be with her long enough to unpack. The negligee and dresses she had carefully picked out could or maybe could not, see use. If things went badly she was sure that Jesse would leave soon. She had prepared sleep shorts and aTee top to wear if she was to spend the night alone.
Isabel heard the crunch of a car turning in the small driveway in front of the house. Isabel could see out the window, an obvious rental car, pulling in. Isabel made sure the door was unlocked and she took a seat under a floor lamp across the room.
There was a knock on the door followed by, “Come in. The door is unlocked.”
Jesse entered. There was nothing in his hands. Isabel thought as she viewed him that he would not be planning to spend the night. The voice she heard was a practiced one, cultured from the many hours in court, “Isabel it is so good for you to meet with me.”
The response from Isabel had been intended to be just as cultivated, but when she opened her mouth, out came the desire and angst she had been storing up, “Jesse, I so much wanted to see you.” Isabel stood up. She was waiting for some movement that would indicate what her next phrase would be.
Jesse, for several seconds, stood drinking in the vision of the woman he wooed when she was barely legal with the Pygmalion feeling that she would grow to be as strong as he and stand beside him in the battles of life. The surprise of the true alien nature of her, at first, had scared him. Then, as he was coming to terms with this, he was confronted the need to offer her protection which finally led to her departure with four other teens on a road trip of fear, which Jesse at his age and wisdom, could not face.
To Jesse, when confronted, you took your case to court. The confidence that he had in the court system could not be shared with any of the others of the group. They saw only the system, in any form, as danger. Isabel couldn’t leave her brother and it was clear to Jesse that he couldn’t live their way, on the run, even if he did make the offer to accompany them.
They stood there, several feet apart. looking at each other. Someone had to take the first step. Finally, it was the Latin blood in Jesse’s veins that won. Swallowing his pride in two strides, he crossed the room. Taking Isabel in his arms, he pulled her to him. Before Isabel could say anything to either help her cause or hurt it, Jesse smothered her mouth with kisses. He wanted no words. Only actions. He swept her into his arms and carried her into the bedroom. Pushing off the suitcase he found on the bed, Jesse deposited his arms-full of intended love.
Wearing a three-piece suit, the uniform of his chosen profession, Jesse forced her back on the bed as his arms embraced her body. Jesse’s hands were framing her face. He was kissing exposed flesh where ever he saw it. Jesse, still without saying anything, stood up and began to undress. He removed his coat and vest, throwing them on the floor something Isabel had never seen in the time she was married to him. He kicked off his Italian shoes and for a few minutes stood looking at her.
To Jesse, he suddenly worried that he had read the situation wrongly. Isabel hadn’t put up any struggle, but is this what she came for. She could have just as easily come to sign the divorce papers. True, she could have just as easily done this by mail, but Jesse didn’t have that clear an understanding of a woman’s mind.
The indecision was cleared up as Isabel quickly sat up and began to remove her blouse. She stood and dropped her skirt. Now, only dressed in bra, panties and hose she stood looking at him. Jesse loosened his belt and felt his pants slide down his legs. His eyes were riveted on Isabel. He threw off his shirt and on his knees, he proceeded across the bed to Isabel. She just as quickly crawled to him. Both clad in underwear, they mutually embraced. As Jesse removed her bra and she caressed his torso, only separated by their lower clothes, they made tactile love.
Isabel’s, hose and panties in a bunch, were pushed off the end of the bed and with Jesse’s shorts kicked somewhere across the room, they made truly alien love. They shared visions and emotions. Isabel no longer trying to hold her self in check, allowed Jesse to completely see into her life. He saw the insecurity, the sadness of loss of Alex and the rescue Isabel believed she had found when she went to him. Jesse, also, saw the darkness that the loss of Liz had caused. He saw guilt, which seemed to be floating in Isabel’s mind, attaching itself to various actions that she had done. Then, Jesse saw a bright light so bright that he had trouble looking at it. The light was of last several minutes, minutes when Isabel thought that Jesse wanted her home with him.
Isabel saw into Jesse, also. She saw several women who had been in his life. Some of them had been with Jesse before, but there were two who were very distinct. Isabel was sure they had been somewhere in his life recently. Isabel thought of what Ava had said. She renewed her passion to Jesse. It was not for her to question what had happened when she had been gone and pushed Jesse so forcefully away. It was for her to only make a present and future so secure that Jesse would want no other. In searching her own mind she was sure she wanted no other.
The boat master’s assistant
In a bar at a small town outside International Falls, Minnesota
The assistant who had helped the boat master was named Jake. He lusted for what must be going on at that island. As he saw the classy Isabel waiting on the dock, he was tempted to return. If she had been the doxy of the man on the island, maybe, she wouldn’t mind individual attention given by him.
She was gone. It had taken Jake a lot more time than he intended to finish his duties getting the boat ready for the next outing. The boat master insisted they always prepared the boat to go out before they left her docked. Jake saw that the classy woman was not where they had left her. Some one had beaten him to pick her up. Jake did the only thing a man of his class knew. He went to the nearest bar and was drinking his troubles away.
Tiny Williams was very miniscule in the mob world. His sister was married to Big John Elkins. Now, Big John was important. He made people disappear and he made people, who were lost, reappear. When his wife told him that her baby brother had a whore stolen from him, Big John agreed that he would look for her.
Big John had connections in hundreds of unions. That was his secret. Jake was sitting in the bar nursing the loss, in his mind, of Isabel. They were passing around a picture of a woman. Thinking about the secrecy of Isabel on the island, Jake went over to look at the picture. He had only seen her once, but that was today at the dock. She was one of those who had bid Isabel goodbye. She was the frail lady. Jake would have beer money for quite some time now.
Maria and Max in Roswell
Maria was sitting with Max. They had finished the journal yesterday. Max agreed that the journal should be destroyed. He had so many questions. Maria was not the person to answer them, but there was no one else who knew their present secret.
“I do not know what happened to our connection. We, normally, knew when anything happened to the other. She felt me die in the chemistry lab all the way from Vermont. According to the journal, she had been in the Southwest all the time she was in the white room. Why didn’t I feel anything when they first took her? Why did they, apparently, target Liz above anyone else? They knew that if they hurt Isabel, I would go to her aid, leaving Liz unprotected. Why didn’t they go after you or Kyle?” Max asked.
Maria had to shiver at that question. That was something she had wondered, but knowing what happened to Liz, Maria wasn’t sure she could have lived. Of Kyle, she had no idea. Neither she nor Kyle had shown any signs of aberrations or powers. Maybe, someway, they had heard about Liz. Maria wondered how deep their tendrils went. Were there people in Roswell who would turn them in?
That afternoon, Maria received the phone call she had been waiting for. “Izzy is off. For good or bad, we do not know. What do you think about Max?” Michael asked.
“Max is full of questions. I think that most of them would need Jesse to answer. He is curious about why they grabbed Liz. Was she the target after all? How did they sever the connection he had with her? Who is telling things to the feds from Roswell? Is there a spy somewhere here? These are all things he wants to know. I think he is ready to face Liz if she will face him. What is the plan?” Maria said.
“Well, we do not have enough space here. I am thinking about asking our benefactor on the mainland to see about a rural setting somewhere, where we can all gather and there will be enough room for privacy,” Michael stated.
“Yeah, If we might have a spy in Roswell, I hate to leave Kyle here alone. He hasn’t shown any signs of powers, but he was saved by Max and if Max and I come there, he would be alone here.” Maria was thinking that they had no idea for what was going on. The unit had been dismantled, but any of them alone was at risk.
Maria turned to something that she should have brought up earlier. “How is Liz doing about Max seeing her?” I guess, I should have asked that first,” Maria said.
“We have talked about him coming in general terms. I think that when I give her a date, things could be different,” Michael responded.
Michael was determined that, one way or the other, they needed to settle this problem. He felt that there was something that he couldn’t define that was close. Until Isabel returned, if she returned, he and Ava were all that was here to protect Liz. Michael couldn’t define what he felt, but definitely, there was something out there that was trouble. That feeling he had had before was, now, stronger. Michael didn’t forget to wish Maria many erotic things as soon as they saw each other.
Liz had been out that afternoon. She was talking about going alone. With the feelings he was having, Michael was going to ask her to please take Ava with her for at least a while. Michael met Liz outside the cabin. “Liz, honey, what do you think about seeing Max this week?
Liz sat down in a chair beside the dock. She didn’t say anything. Michael pulled up another chair and sat with her. It was some time later when Liz finally spoke. “Does Max have any idea of what he would be getting?”
Michael spoke, “Maria says that they have been reading and discussing the journal ever since they received it. I am sure he understands what you went through. I am, also, sure that if Maria didn’t think he would be a positive influence, she would scratch his eyes out before she let him come. He still doesn’t know where you are. Maria told him he would see when they got off the plane. She is bringing Kyle because we don’t want to leave him alone until we understand how the FBI got so much information on you.”
Liz said, “It is going to get crowded here, fast. This cabin will be awful small with all those people. I wonder if I will have privacy when I meet Max. I don’t think I could meet him with everyone else looking on.”
“Got it covered doll. We are going to rent a house, hopefully, in a more rural area. Isabel and Jesse, may or may not be back with us. It depends on how things go. We will get plenty of beds set up and rooms so there will be privacy. All you have to do is promise not to run away. If you want to leave, either Maria, or I, will take you wherever you want to go, but do not make me have to chase you down.” Michael was looking at her all the while. “One more thing, Liz, I am getting bad feelings. I do not know why, but I would feel better if you would always take someone with you wherever you go. There is something out there. I just wish I understood it.”
Liz just nodded. Michael wondered if she just thought they didn’t trust her. Michael just shook his head. There was a danger feeling somewhere. It wasn’t alien related.
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