

Title: A Tale of Three Christmases
Author: Candice AKA CandyDreamQueen, candedreamer@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: I don’t own nothing. Well I own some things, but not much.
Rating: Not sure yet, but it will probably end up being MATURE
Category: ME and LP baby! (I like saying that) Other CC characters as well. AU, no aliens. Max Michael and Isabel are all brother and sister.
Summary: Max Evans and Liz Parker fell in love when they were young, but something happened that caused them to split apart. Years later what happens when a little Christmas magic throws them together again? (Hehehe I always wanted to write one of those cheesy lines like that.) Warning: Max is a bit of a scrooge in this story.
A/N: “It’s the most wonderful time of the year” okay Hi! This is the first Christmas story that I have ever written. EVER! I hope you will all like it. I’m going to try and post every two days. So leave lots of feedback. Love ya. And for those who have never read anything by me just a heads up writing Lalala at the beginning of all my chapters is something that I do to clear my writer’s block. Oh and I came up with that corny little poem at the beginning all by myself. “PRAISE ME!” Yeah I’m weird. Lots of feedback please Anyway enjoy. Lalala here it is.
Prologue: I’ll Tell You a Story
I’ll tell you a story, you’ll never forget
A story of wonderful dreams to be met
I’ll tell you a story, you would not believe
But, listen its true, I’d never deceive
A tale like no other, I want you to hear
So pull up a seat, and lend me your ear
And once you have heard it, you’ll be not the same
A tale of such love, is the tale that I claim
So listen carefully, If it’s one thing you do
A tale of three Christmases, I’ll spin for you
And when I am done, then maybe you’ll see
The magic of Christmas, in these stories, three
Chapter One: The Sound of Christmas
Max hated the Christmas season. He hated everything about it. He hated the ugliness of late Christmas shoppers trying to rip each other apart for the last of whatever fad toy every child in America had to have this year. He hated the annoying sound of the constant jingling of bells, bells, and more bells. He hated the never ending hustle and bustle of traffic, as every person in the world lost their ability to drive like they had an ounce of a brain. He hated the sight of fools dressed like a jolly little fat man on the corner of every street. And he hated the sound of off key carolers interrupting people’s lives to belt out Christmas songs that could already be heard on every radio station anyway. But the reason he hated this season most of all was because it reminded him of her.
Oh how she loved this time of year. Loved everything about it that he hated. And he hated her ability to make him love it too.
Liz.
He wanted to cringe at the name. But he knew he would never be able to. He could just imagine the ball she was having right now. She was probably out and about buying out the stores for presents for friends and family that would never be used. It was what she did every year. Oh, but she wouldn’t care. She was like a child in her Christmas joviality. She didn’t care what she brought or whom she brought it for. The only thing that mattered to her was the look on her family’s face when she handed them whatever ridiculously thoughtful gift she had gotten them. Damn, he hated thinking of her now. He hated thinking of the way she adored Christmas like no one else he had ever known. He hated thinking of the way she had made him love the holiday just as much. And he hated thinking of the way she had made him hate it.
“Max come on you know I’ve still got to pick up a ham from Benny’s and I want to get there before he closes.”
Max was brought out of his scrooge like thoughts by the sound of his sister’s voice. He had just flown in from California last night and already she had him chauffeuring her around town while she did what she referred to as her ‘last minute Christmas shopping.’
“Isabel, Benny’s is halfway across town. A ham is a ham. We’re at the grocery store now, why can’t we just get one from here?”
She gave him a look that suggested he had just said the most blasphemous thing she had ever heard
“Brother, since you have been living in California for the past three years, and I’m not even going to mention how this is the first Christmas that you have spent with us since then.”
Max rolled his eyes at her obvious mention of it
“BUT, since you have been away from people that actually celebrate Christmas I’m going to forgo that last statement you made, and pretend that you just replied ‘Yes Isabel, I’d be happy to drive you to Benny’s so we can pick up the ham for the wonderful Christmas dinner that you are going to spend so much time preparing for me; your loving little brother who has not had a proper Christmas in years.’” She smiled sweetly at him and turned her cart towards the check out lanes.
“Isabel, if I haven’t had a proper Christmas in years, it has been by choice.” Max said as he walked beside her.
“Well, I guess you hot-shot lawyers see Christmas as a time to take hundred thousand dollar vacations to remote Islands where you can work on your golf swing.” She said mockingly.
“Isabel please.” Max said. “I hate golf.”
Isabel gave him a drool look. “What was it last year? Oh yes I remember. I believe it was the Truman case that kept you in Cali over the Christmas season.”
“Isabel.” Max groaned
“Oh and what was it the year before that? The Hopkins case was it?” she asked ponderingly.
“Isabel I’m a very busy man, alright. Beside, it doesn’t matter. I’m here this year.” He said defensively
“Psth,” she scoffed. “Michael and I practically had to beg you to come.”
“Well I came didn’t I?”
“Max the point isn’t that you came. It’s that you made it evidently clear that you don’t want to be here.”
“Isabel, this is Roswell, what do you want me to say. I left this part of my life a long time ago. You, Alex and the kids don’t live here. Michael and Maria live in New York for god’s sake. That’s farther away then California.”
“And you know what Max? Even though Alex, the kids and I live in Albuquerque and Michael and Maria live in New York we still all manage to come down and be with mom and dad on Christmas.” She said folding her arms across her chest.
Max said nothing. She was right. He had been avoiding coming home for Christmas. But she couldn’t blame him. She knew why he didn’t want to be here during this time of the year. She knew why he really hadn’t come home for Christmas in the past three years.
“You’re still avoiding her.” Isabel said voicing his thoughts.
“What?” Max asked looking up at her unexpectedly. “I’m not avoiding anyone.”
“Max please, I’m your sister and you’re a horrible liar.”
“I’m not.” He said again. “Avoiding who?” he asked knowing damn well ‘who’ she was referring to.
“Max don’t be cute, we both know who I’m talking about.”
“Isabel, I believe that one of the stipulations for me coming down this year was that we not talk about this.” Max said as Isabel pushed the cart into the check out and they began to unload the groceries on to the belt.
“Was it?” she asked innocently. “I don’t recall.”
“Now who’s being cute?” he said lifting a heavy sack of potatoes onto the counter. “Honestly Isabel do we really need this many potatoes?”
“Well Alexis only likes mashed potatoes, and Evan only likes baked potatoes. You know Michael likes tatter tots but they’re just so unhealthy, so I was thinking of doing a stir fried potato for him. Of course I’m not worried about Alex because he’ll eat any kinda potato I put in front of him, but daddy likes these little potato wedge things that I was going to try and make so I was thinking …”
Max stopped listening as Isabel went happily on about the different styles of potatoes that were going to be served at dinner. Shaking his head as he lifted yet another sack of potatoes into the cart Max stopped suddenly as he caught sight of a familiar face.
Oh no. Anybody but her. He could deal with anyone right now, but please not her.
“Max!”
Damn
“Hello Tess.” He said plastering on a fake smile.
“I didn’t know you were back in Roswell.” She said smiling sweetly at him.” Max decided to be nice. There wasn’t really anything wrong with Tess. She was a nice girl. Well sort of. But she had always been a little flirtatious with him, even when he had been…
“So, I hear you’re a big shot lawyer now. How are things in California?” she asked tossing her blonde hair behind her.
“Great.” He answered evenly. “Things are great.”
“Well that’s good. Hi Isabel.” Tess said waving to his sister.
“Tess, hi. I haven’t seen you since the wedding.” Isabel said smiling warmly at the other woman. Tess and Isabel had once been really good friends. Apparently they had fallen out of touch over the years.
“Wedding?” Max asked
“O yeah silly me I completely forgot. I’m Mrs. Kyle Valenti now.” She said holding out her left hand that was flashing a huge diamond ring.
“Valenti?” Max asked with shock evident in his voice. Isabel smacked him across the chest.
“I mean, Valenti. That’s great. I’m…very happy for you.” Max rephrased.
“Thank you.” She said. There was an awkward silence.
“Well, I guess I’d better be going.” Tess said and then pushed her cart away.
Max turned to his sister after Tess was out of earshot from them
“Tess and Kyle?” he asked her
“Yes, Max well the world didn’t suddenly screech to a halt when you left. Some people actually did move on with their lives.”
“Ha-ha.” Max said drably.
Max finished loading the food onto the belt and the casher rang it up. After all of the groceries were paid for Max. And only Max, placed all of the groceries into the bags and placed them in the cart as they took then out to the car.
“Alright, just one more stop for the day.” Isabel said as they got into the car.
Max noted the ‘for the day’ part in his head which most likely meant that they would be making more trips of a like fashion before Isabel could have her perfect Christmas.
Max started the car and pulled out of the parking lot onto the street. Of course he was not aware of the station wagon that was zooming down the road and going way over the speed limit, nor was he aware of the silver SUV that was rounding the corner onto the store parking lot.
“Max watch out!” Isabel screamed as the station wagon ripped past them. Max quickly swerved out of the way as fast as his instincts would allow him to. Luckily he avoided the station wagon. However, unluckily he did not avoid the SUV. He slammed on the brakes as hard as he could in attempt to stop the car; nevertheless the hard jolting of fiberglass to fiberglass made it blatantly obvious that he was too little too late.
Damn, damn, damn. This was just what he needed.
“Oh my god.” Isabel said as she uncovered her hands from her face. “Max are you alright?” she asked.
“I’m fine.” He said gruffly “Just freaking fine.” Suddenly the airbag exploded into Max’s face nearly knocking the wind out of him.
Isabel stifled a laugh as she watched Max struggle to push it out of his face.
Great, could this day get any worse?
Max and Isabel watched as the door to the SUV opened slowly, and a pair of legs slid out. The woman got out of her car quickly walking around to inspect the damage. Then she turned and walked over to their car.
“Are you both okay?” she asked with concern in her voce. Isabel opened her door and got out preparing herself to exchange insurance information then stopped dead in her tracks as she got a good look at the woman.
“Liz?” she asked “Liz Parker?” The woman turned to look at Isabel, confusion evident on her face for a moment but then she smiled as recognition began to don on her.
“Isabel Evans?” she asked
“Oh, it’s Whitman now.” Isabel said smiling and showing Liz her wedding ring.
“I haven’t seen you in ages.” Isabel said as she and Liz embraced.
“I know me either.” Liz said smiling
All the while the two women talked Max sat in the car in silent shock as he watched the woman he hadn’t seen in three years hugging his sister. He couldn’t believe he had just gotten in a car accident with the one person he had been trying to avoid for three years. Elizabeth Parker, his former fiancée.
TBC