Dormir: To Sleep, M/L (1/1) ~ Complete ~

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Dormir: To Sleep, M/L (1/1) ~ Complete ~

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Title: Dormir: To Sleep
Category: A short dreamer fic
Summary: 2 years after Departure. Liz's lament.
The story continues in Réveiller - Awaken - Max's p.o.v.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
A/N: Something that I wrote tonight. Dedicated to J - you suck but I still love you.

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~ Liz ~

The shadows keep me company as I lie in bed facing the wall. There’s a full moon out tonight and its light is casting an unearthly glow on the walls. I hear the droplets of rainwater from the gutter gently dripping outside the window. For a moment I try to occupy my mind in trying to find a pattern in its soft beat, but it’s only a fleeting distraction.

I bury my face in my pillow, wanting to scream in frustration.

What is wrong with me?

I move my hand to the pillow that rests beside my head. It’s cold and empty, as it has been all night. I wrap the thick comforter around me trying to ward off the chill I feel deep in my bones.

Even now I can hear him outside the bedroom door. It’s past midnight and I can still hear the papers shuffling as he pours over maps and reports, unable to just let it go. It’s been two years but still he persists. All of our plans, my plans, have been put on hold, because we must look for him.

His son.

And I, being the faithful girlfriend, just nodded my head and held onto his hand.


Is it wrong of me to resent a child? An innocent whose only sin was that he was wrought from a woman who is capable of cold-blooded murder?

As petty as it is, I do. I hate him, or should I say the idea of him, with every fiber of my being. His existence represents a betrayal. A slap in the face if you will. Finding him will only validate that everything that I held true and dear to my heart was really just a pipe dream.

Love, the ultimate high.

Almost like an extremely strong hallucinogen. It is wickedly addicting. But like any drug, coming off of it is a bitch.

I rub my tired eyes and will away my tears.

I will not cry.

It’s futile to do so.

I’ve put myself in this position.

I have no one to blame but myself.


When the granolith took off on that sunny day two years ago, they stayed behind.

Max Evans stayed behind.

He stayed behind for me.

Or so I thought.

After his gentle caresses and assurances of love, the next thing that came out of his mouth was, “I have to save my son.” And just like that my little bubble burst.


I hear the door creak open and a moment later the bed dips as he lies behind me. I lie as still as I possibly can, not wanting him to know that I’m awake. I can feel him shifting slightly, wanting to touch me, yet he’s unsure as to how I would receive it. It’s been like this for the past few weeks. The tension becoming so unbearable at times that it’s manifesting itself physically.

I’ve lost my appetite.

Max has been unable to sleep.

We’re quite a pair aren’t we? Why do we put ourselves through this vicious cycle of hurt?


“Liz,” I hear him whisper my name reverently and my heart constricts.

I turn so that I am finally facing him, yet my eyes remain closed in the guise of sleep.

I feel his warm breath on my face and in that moment I want nothing more than just to bury my face in his chest and inhale.

My Max.

The one man who holds my heart. The only person able to make me soar through the sky in ecstasy and rip my heart into pieces.

My Max.

I feel him press his lips softly to my forehead. Unable to resist any longer, I burrow my body into his. His arms engulf me and once again everything feels right in the world. It's almost enough to make me forget...

But it’s what I hear next that cinches it for me.

“I love you.”

With those three little words, all my anger and self-loathing slips away.

Yes, I know that it sounds ridiculous. Like mere words could just wash away life’s little problems.

They don’t.

Perhaps they never will, but when you’re living with a person like Max, someone who can be snatched away from you any minute, you take what you can get. You live for moments.

Moments like this when it seems like there’s nothing else that exists in the world but just me and him.

Liz Parker and Max Evans.

A girl who loves a boy and a boy who loves a girl.

Other than that, nothing else matters.

I know that when I open my eyes in the morning, our problems will still be there.

He’ll still be searching for his son.

But I will stay.

To help him.

To support him.

To love him.

Am I a martyr? No.

Am I stupid? No.

Am I naïve? Perhaps…

But right now, as I feel his body relaxing, his breathing evening out, I am surrounded by everything that is Max.

There’s nowhere else I would rather be.


The End.
Last edited by Lolita on Wed Nov 19, 2003 10:34 am, edited 8 times in total.
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