Title: Flesh…Blood…Bone…Love ( FBBL)
Author: Crashdown_51
E-Mail: Torch_jo@yahoo.com
Genre: M/L, Angst
Rating: MATURE
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Roswell characters.
Summary: Sequel to "To Give Her Up". Max got a visit from Future Liz and stopped Liz from getting shot at The Crashdown. After that, Max made sure tht they would never join Tess to stop her from killing Alex, but in doing so the set a glitch in their new time line, where Khivar comes and affectively take Isabel back to Antar. Max and Michael go back to Antar to find Isabel. What will happen now that they’re gone and left Liz, Maria, and Alex on Earth alone? Nothing good I bet.
Notes: Sequel to "To Give Her Up"
Prologue
’I love you Max.’
‘I love you too…Liz, I don’t want you to go. Please. Stay with me.’
‘Max, I have to go back…to save us.’
‘But if you go back, they’ll be no ‘us’.’
‘We don’t know that.’
‘What do we know?’
‘We know that we will always love each other…no matter what happens…always.’
‘Liz, I wish there was something I can do.’
‘Love me, Max. Make love to me.’
Chapter 1
Song: Tilt Your Head Back by Nelly f/ Christina Aguilera
Liz’s Room
March 16 th , 2000 – 2:16 A.M.
“Max.” I call out as I sit up in my bed, drenched in a pool of sweat, tears, and heat. It had been a little over a week since I watched Max walk in the portal with Michael, in search for Isabel. I wondered if Isabel was okay. If all three of them were…and if they were, what took them so long to get back. Maybe in Antar a week on Earth was a day in Atar? Or an hour. A minute? I ran her fingers through her hair in frustration, then looked over the the nightstand and saw the time. 2:17 A.M. How could I ever make it through a school day? How did I make it Monday through Wednesday? Maria and Alex, that’s how. I remembered how Maria had told me once, while we exchanged kissing experiences with Max and Michael, and her making a comment of being the only two people in the world who could possibly have that conversation. Well, that’s pretty much how it feels now, we’re just not taking turns blushing and scooping vanilla ice cream…we’re only taking turns comforting each other while we wallow in our tears. The three of us loss our true loves that night, and until I see Max again…touch him…I don’t think I’ll be able to breathe.
“Liz? Are you okay?” Maria asked poking her head in and looking in. I had nearly forgotten that she was here. How could I? She had been sneaking in every night and sleeping in Michael’s room and in his favorite hockey shirt. I envied her. She had practically a shrine that can supply her with all the memories she want…she could smell Michael everywhere…his pillow, his half empty cologne…and all I had left to remind me of Max was a stone-like pendant from his home planet and dreaming of moments that didn’t belong to me. How I wish it were the real me…this me…to be making love to Max, but instead I’m cursed to dream of what could have been. “Liz?” Maria called out again.
“Yeah?”
“Another dream?” Maria asked as she climbed in the bed next to me and tucked her legs underneath the covers. I nod ‘yes’ and then lay back down on the pillow, she follows, joining me in what seemed to be routine now, staring up at the cheap plastic glow-in-the-dark stars Maria and me pasted up to be closer to the guys…in theory of course, with the covers up to our necks and our hearts breaking in the process.
“I wish I can get rid of these memories.” I confess. If I lived half the life my future self did, I would be the happiest girl…woman…in the world.
“Don’t say that.”
“Maria, it’s true. I have to suffer for the losses I’ve experience in two different lifetimes. It hurts that Max is gone but it hurts even more that I had this almost perfect life with him in the future.” I couldn't help but start crying again, feeling the soft fabric collect in my hands as I squeeze the cover closer to me.
“I guess if I were in your shoes, I’d feel the same way.” Maria. Always the same. Trying to console everyone else but herself. That’s why I closed The Crash for a while. After Mr. Evans rushed my inheritance, I wouldn’t have to work again in my life with the amount my parents and Grandma Claudia left me with. I made sure I kept Maria on payroll though, it just wouldn’t be fair that I’d have the luxury of not working without worrying about money and she did. “Everything will be okay Liz…as long as we have each other.” Maria told me. Somehow I think she was trying to convince herself more than me.
“We’ll always have each other. No matter what. Until we’re old bags and it’s our turn to toss our ‘heart of the ocean’ into the cold sea.” I answer seeing her smile turn into an irritated smile as she rolled her eyes. Every time we watched “Titanic”, it was more entertaining to watch Maria’s reaction rather than the movie itself. She would curse and yell at the screen, badgering Jack to push Rose off the floating door and save his own cute behind. Her newest addition to the insults was that Rose should’ve sold the necklace and signed up for a lifetime supply of Botox. I simply nod my head and ask her to pass the popcorn.
“Jack should’ve drowned the bitch when he had the chance.”
“Okay, Maria.” I laugh. We begin to reminisce on the good times we had with Max and Michael until 5:36 A.M., giving in to our bodies and finally fall asleep.
8:45 P.M.
‘Beep…Beep…Beep…Beep…Beep’ The annoying sound of my clock radio woke me from a deep slumber. I lean over and slammed the off button with my eyes closed, and then turn back to snuggle in my pillow, that was now sporting a Banana Republic t-shirt that, belong to Max, as a pillow case. I always meant to return it. Honestly. It was on my “To Do” list, but after getting shot and having a god like man like Max strip his shirt off to cover you, it might have some sentimental value. Max. I don’t even remember if I dreamt about him again. Must of not been in full R.E.M. “Uh, I don’t wanna go to school.” Wait, did I just say that? A.P., straight A, Liz Parker, not wanting to go to school? I shrug the silly thought and then look to see if Maria was still asleep, but to my surprise, she wasn’t there. She’s probably back in Michael’s bed. I sit up and then my jaw drops. It’s completely dark outside. I look back at the alarm clock and see that wretched lighted dot near the PM option. I slept all morning and night.
“Liz?”
“Come in, Kyle.” I say as I clear my throat. Kyle has been a pretty good sport in joining the ‘I know and Alien’ club, but I think he couldn’t come up with another explanation other than ‘I’m surrounded by aliens’ after witnessing everything he did that night. The light from the hallway give off a silhouette behind Kyle and on the floor.
“Hey, didn’t see you in school today.” Kyle, always the observant one and reliable one I see, as he shows me papers and a book, that I could only assume was homework. “Brought you some work.” He announced, confirming my assumption. “How you feeling?”
“Like I’m trapped in a bad Country music video.”
“That bad, huh?” Kyle laughs, and then turns on my lamp from my nightstand. “Well, how bought some entertainment to lightened that ‘achin’ breakin’ heart’?“
“Kyle, a zombie movie is not exactly an option of making me feel better.” I snort expecting no less from Kyle Valenti.
“Well, what if I told you I have something even better than a zombie flick?” Kyle asked me with his eyebrows arched up. Better than a zombie movie? I had to see this. Even when we were dating he would try to cure everything with a zombie movie…that or some sport highlight…if it was better than a zombie movie that meant Maria and Alex were involved. If Alex wasn’t, Maria sure was. “Km…hm…mm.” Kyle cleared his throat by the door, opening it wide, leaving and then coming back in with a portable stereo. I watched him place the radio on my nightstand and then popping a cassette in the slot, then pushing play with a coy smile.
‘Mind precedes its objects. They are mind-governed and mind-made. To speak or act with a peaceful mind, is to draw happiness after oneself, like an inseparable shadow.’
I wrinkle my nose in confusion when I hear Buddhist scriptures blasting from the sides of the radio. Kyle quickly stops the tape and smiles at me embarrassed. “Into Buddha now…you know…to deal.” Kyle quickly explains and then turns the tape around and hits the rewind button. “So how bout’ them Bears?” Kyle asks trying to stall for time.
“Don’t really know.” I answer, biting my lip to try and restrain myself from going into a convulsion of laughter.
‘Click. Pop.’ We hear the ribbon be pulled to it’s end and then the rewind button pop up. Kyle rubs his hands together and then rushes to sit behind me. Some how, deep inside, Max wouldn’t like Kyle’s form of affection towards me if he were watching this right now, no matter how much he preached that he could ever be jealous of him, but I know Kyle’s intentions are harmless and just shrugged the thought. Suddenly I hear a familiar voice, two actually. Nelly and Christina Aguilera.
“Some body give me a bass line.” I hear and see Alex mimic the line, as he struts in dressed as an Italian mobster and Maria in a 1930’s cocktail dress, heels and bright red lipstick. “ Yeah, that's tight. Check it, drop the drum right. Put some horns in it..woo! Do it again. Give her what she want, give her what she want, uh.” Alex sings along and then Maria twirls in front of him.
”I see you lookin', uh like what you see? Boy, now don’t be shy and look at her face in opportunity.” Maria sung as she portrayed a pursued girl. I couldn’t help but clap along. Watching Alex prepare for his part, making me think that they had rehearsed this ahead of time.
”She’s right ya know. She's right. Man, she's right ya know. She's right” Alex sings.
“Ow!” Maria mimics as she pops her leg up from behind.
“You stand there looking at me.” Alex sings pointing to Maria, starting a he sings-she sings, sing along.
“At me.” Maria repeats pointing to herself.
“I stand herre looking at you girl.”
“At you boy.”
”You know exactly what's on my mind, yeah, yeah.”
”It’s just so easy to see."
“To see.” Alex retaliates.
“You came here looking for me. But I don’t do that type of thing all the time, yeah."
“You want me to.”
“Come here boy...I got a little something for ya” Maria sings, calling Alex over with her hands.
”You got a little bit, can I get a little bit? Yeah, yeah."
"And I don’t know.”
“I don't know what it is but I just want to get to know ya, alright alright..yeah yeah.” Alex imitates pointing to Maria. Making a motion the Maria is 'muy calient'. I watch and sing along, as Kyle takes my arms and pulls me of the bed where we all sing and dance along, not knowing that our week wait would turn into a year.
The Crashdown
March 8th, 2001 – Closing Time
“I can’t wait to get home and get the smell of onion and burn fat off of me.” Kyle yells from the kitchen as he listens to the results to the baseball game on the little gray radio propped up above the stove by the extra salt and pepper shakers. Maria and me collected the deserted plates and Alex did the books.
“How’d we do?”
“Cubs loss.” Kyle announced.
“I was talking to Alex.” I yell back, but doubt he heard me as I here him cursing at the sports commentator and then apologizing to Buddha for wishing violence on a fellow sports fan. I roll my eyes and then look to Alex to see him totaling today’s profits. “So?” I asked with a worried smile, lately business has been booming, tourist had been coming like a crash had occurred again.
“Hey Chica, can you pass me the sugar jars?” Maria asked as she stood with a gray gin at the end of the long counter island. I extend my hand and move it to Maria’s direction, making all the sugar jars on the counter slid to her. “Thanks.”
“No problem.” I answer. In this passed year, my powers had become more stronger and more advanced. I found my self getting flashes of the future and using my powers better than I have ever seen Max, Michael, and Isabel put together. Those three. A year and not a single word. Nothing. With time their tears had turned to panic, than worry, than hate, and now...they had finished their ‘what if’ stage and evolved into the live day by day stage.
“We killed tonight.” Alex announced with a smile, as he kissed the account book.
“My feet are killing me.” Maria whines behind the counter as she refills the sugar jars. I walk over and sit on the stool in front of her, and begin helping her in the long and technical process of filling up the sugar jars with a Styrofoam cup . I hear Kyle faintly in back, scrapping the burnt meat off the grill, repeating everything the commentator was saying in a form of a whining question.
‘ The Cubs took a 2-1 lead in the seventh on Alou's bases-loaded sacrifice fly…we interrupt this broadcast with urgent news of repeated UFO sightings…’
“Guys!” Kyle yells. I look up and see him waving his arm from the order window and follow Alex and Maria to the kitchen. “Listen.” Kyle says as he turns up the volume and then holds on to his elbow with one hand while the other goes into the thinking position.
‘…Yes, Tom. That’s right. UFO Sightings. We have sources telling us that similar sightings have occurred in Europe, Asia, and Australia…churrr”
“Oh, come on!” Kyle exclaims as he bangs on the small radio and begins to fiddle with the knobs, but all we hear is static.
“AAAAAHHHHHH!” Everyone, including me jump at the loud scream. Kyle was so startled that he dropped the radio and caused it to break apart on impact. Then, a bad feeling flaps in my stomach as more screams are heard. In a trans, we walk out of the kitchen through the restaurant and out the restaurant unto the middle of the street, amazed and stunned to see different purple spot-like portals piercing through the dark clouds and behind buildings.
“Liz, what’s happening?” Maria asked frightened. I look down to the black pavement and then kneel down on the floor and try to achieve a premonition. A flash knocks me off my feet, and when I open my eyes, I see Alex, Maria and Kyle in huddle around me and then the three of them reaching out to me to help me up. “What did you see? Is it Max? Is it Michael?” Maria asked in an anxious prayer.
“It’s not Max…” I answer as I look up to see the sky become darker than usual and then across the street seeing people running in panic like a bad Godzilla movie.
“What is it?” Alex asks as he steps behind me.
“…we have to run.”
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