Title: Taking Over Me
Disclaimer: I own nothing, and the song that inspired this story is by Evanescence.
Rating: MATURE
It takes place after graduation. So all the crap in the show happened.
*Italics are journal entries.
Thanks to RavenSprite for being my beta
PROLOGUE
Running isn’t what I thought it would be.
In fact it is terrible because there are no words to describe how truly awful it is, how It feels. For once I, Liz Parker Evans, am speechless.
Liz looks up from her new journal and glances around think about those who were present… and those that had left.
There was Kyle, always trying so hard to lighten the mood, to take the edge of Max’s abrupt and often rude manner. Izzy, who as usual was resting her head on Kyle’s lap. She stayed because of Kyle and everyone knew it. She hates the running as much as Liz does, but the two of them had become surprisingly close since Maria left.
Then there was of course Max, her husband. She already hated that word, hated what it brought to her mind, and it had only been a year. He was, in every sense, a controlling asshole.
He drove Maria away, which was probably for the best. She didn’t need to be here and all her and Michael did was fight. But that wasn’t the point, however. The point was he drove her to a certain point, and yelled at her so much she almost broke… and so she left.
Michael left too. Not until last month, though.
Michael. Chewing on her lip, she starts to write again.
This is killing me. I love him, I know that. And I know that he loves me too. I don’t even know how or when it happened. One day I just loved him. What I don’t understand is why he just left, wait it is Michael of course he just left. I am Max’s wife, but I would have left with him, I would have gone anywhere just to be with him. I need to leave here because once again, near Max’s presence I am suffocating, and it is getting harder everyday to pretend, to breathe. I know Izzy saw it, I also know she understands or she would have said something by now. I need to ask for her help and I am afraid to. But I need her to dreamwalk Michael so I can find him.
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CHAPTER 1
I own nothing, not even my house, so don't sue me.
Takes place after graduation so all the crap from the show happened.
Thanks to RavenSprite for being my beta.
The van stopped abruptly as they pulled in to rest stop.
“Hey Evans a little warning would be nice,” Kyle muttered sarcastically, trying to help Isabelle sit up. She too, was annoyed, and mumbled an irritated, “Thanks Max.”
Liz was jerked forward as well, and had fallen against the toolbox.
“Ow! That really hurt Max. Thank you so much!” She said, her voice raised higher then her usual tone. It was bridled with anger and resentment.
“Fine! God… I’m sorry. The stop came sooner than I expected and we need to figure out where we’re sleeping tonight,” Max answered in that commanding I-am-the-boss-so-shove-it tone while walking away.
Kyle smiled at Isabel reassuringly before he jogs off the men’s room, leaving her and Liz alone.
Thinking to herself it is now or never Liz gets ready to ask Isabelle about Michael but before she even has a chance Iz starts talking.
“So I dream walked Michael last night,” she announces, a sly knowing smile on her face.
“You did?” Liz whispered, scared and excited all at once.
“I know where he was last night and he tried to block me, so don’t get your hopes up Liz.”
“How long have you known?”
“Probably before the two of you did,” Iz laughed, “I’m okay with it too, you know.”
Liz turned to her, shock written all over her face. “What?!”
Iz wraps he arms around Liz’s shoulders, a display of affection Isabel seldom used.
“You and Max aren’t happy, you haven’t been for awhile. You shouldn’t have even gotten married. I get that now. I couldn’t back them,” she explains in a completely serious tone, “you and Michael are in love. I see it, Kyle sees it. Max… he can’t. He can’t see anything but himself these days. After you leave Kyle and I are going to go too. I am tired of all this running. We both want to start a life together, a family… without all the running.”
Liz hugs the taller woman she now considered a sister. “I am so happy for you, I know the two of you are going to make it.”
“Yeah but what are you going to do?”
Liz hesitates before turning to Isabel, her eyes truthful yet uncertain. “I can’t live without him I… I can’t breathe, sleep, nothing is working Iz, I love him, and I need him.”
“Then leave. Leave and don’t look back. He was heading toward Buffalo last night. You might be able to beat him there if you leave… if you leave tonight, Liz.”
“I will then, I have too.”
I own nothing, not even my house, so don't sue me.
Takes place after graduation so all the crap from the show happened.
Thanks to RavenSprite for being my beta.
The van stopped abruptly as they pulled in to rest stop.
“Hey Evans a little warning would be nice,” Kyle muttered sarcastically, trying to help Isabelle sit up. She too, was annoyed, and mumbled an irritated, “Thanks Max.”
Liz was jerked forward as well, and had fallen against the toolbox.
“Ow! That really hurt Max. Thank you so much!” She said, her voice raised higher then her usual tone. It was bridled with anger and resentment.
“Fine! God… I’m sorry. The stop came sooner than I expected and we need to figure out where we’re sleeping tonight,” Max answered in that commanding I-am-the-boss-so-shove-it tone while walking away.
Kyle smiled at Isabel reassuringly before he jogs off the men’s room, leaving her and Liz alone.
Thinking to herself it is now or never Liz gets ready to ask Isabelle about Michael but before she even has a chance Iz starts talking.
“So I dream walked Michael last night,” she announces, a sly knowing smile on her face.
“You did?” Liz whispered, scared and excited all at once.
“I know where he was last night and he tried to block me, so don’t get your hopes up Liz.”
“How long have you known?”
“Probably before the two of you did,” Iz laughed, “I’m okay with it too, you know.”
Liz turned to her, shock written all over her face. “What?!”
Iz wraps he arms around Liz’s shoulders, a display of affection Isabel seldom used.
“You and Max aren’t happy, you haven’t been for awhile. You shouldn’t have even gotten married. I get that now. I couldn’t back them,” she explains in a completely serious tone, “you and Michael are in love. I see it, Kyle sees it. Max… he can’t. He can’t see anything but himself these days. After you leave Kyle and I are going to go too. I am tired of all this running. We both want to start a life together, a family… without all the running.”
Liz hugs the taller woman she now considered a sister. “I am so happy for you, I know the two of you are going to make it.”
“Yeah but what are you going to do?”
Liz hesitates before turning to Isabel, her eyes truthful yet uncertain. “I can’t live without him I… I can’t breathe, sleep, nothing is working Iz, I love him, and I need him.”
“Then leave. Leave and don’t look back. He was heading toward Buffalo last night. You might be able to beat him there if you leave… if you leave tonight, Liz.”
“I will then, I have too.”
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Chapter 2
We were in Cincinnati and Max had decided to stay outside the city, so we were going to stop at another cheap motel. Anything was better than sleeping in the van, though.
“Liz what are you doing?” Max asked, his eyes focusing on her through the mirror.
“What does it look like? I’m writing, Max,” Liz answered with exhaustion. She didn’t know when she and Max had developed this attitude towards each other, much less her firing back with equal annoyance, but it was the only thing that was alive in their relationship and so she chose to revel in her anger.
“Don’t you ever put that thing down anymore? You’re as bad as Michael and his damn sketch book.”
“I enjoy writing a lot, Max, you know that.”
“Why don’t you come join me in front?”
“ ‘Cause there is more room back here to write.”
His lips pressed tightly, eyes back on the road. “Fine.”
Damn he never leaves me alone anymore. It’s like he knows, but then he would have to see me, really see me, and he doesn’t. I am going to do it; I am going to leave tonight. It was so weird, when we were in the bathroom I swore I saw Michael’s face staring back at me; it isn’t enough to dream about him, nooo, now I see him in the mirror too. God I miss him.
“Hey were here,” Max announces in a shout.
“Yeah hot showers all around tonight,” Kyle wiggles his eyebrows towards Izzy.
“And real beds too,” he adds in a jest.
“Okay, Buddha Boy, just remember to save me some water.”
Kyle stares at her in shock. “B-but we’re n-not sharing?” he stuttered with disappointment.
“Ew, too much info Kyle,” Liz groaned, making a face.
“Yeah, Valenti that’s my sister you’re talking about.”
“Alright, alright just get us some rooms, Evans.”
Max was already leaving by the time Kyle had said that. So he turned to Liz and asked
“Iz talked to you huh?”
Liz looked slightly shocked but gained her composure. “Yeah she did. I’m leaving tonight.”
“I’ll miss you Liz” Kyle whispered sadly, hugging her to him tightly.
“Oh Kyle you make it sound like we’ll never see each other again and you know that’s not true. I love you. You’re my best friend.”
“Hey isn’t pawing my sister enough for you, now you’re after my wife to?”
Max had never forgiven Kyle for what he thought we did, even after he knew it wasn’t true.
“That’s me man can’t get enough” Kyle snickered.
Isabelle rolled her eyes, aware of how Kyle loved riling up Max. She grabbed his hand, leading him away. “Come on lets go to our room.”
“We have room 12. I’ll go get our stuff okay?”
“Thanks, I’ll take a shower.”
“Hey Liz what do you want to eat?” Max asked, although what he really wanted to ask was what was wrong with her because she was blocking their connection. She had been for months, so he didn’t know what was bothering her and he didn’t know how to ask.
“Um… Chinese.”
“Okay. I’ll get that after I bring in our things.” he said as he walked away
Liz walked into the ugly motel room. Looking around, she sighed gratefully when her eyes fell on a clock radio. Music had become her salvation since Michael left. Turning it on absently, she hears on of her new favorite songs, “Taking Me Over” by Evanescence. She feels the song embrace her, the words wrap around her.
You don’t remember me, but I remember you
I lie awake and try so hard not to think of you
But who can decide what they dream?
And I dream I do…
I believe in you
I’ll give up everything just to find you
I have to be with you to live, to breathe
You’re taking me over
It hit Liz like a ton of bricks, how much this song reminded her of Michael.
Have you forgotten all I know or all we had?
You saw me mourning my love for you
And you touched my hand
I knew you loved me then
I believe in you
I’ll give up everything just to find you
I have to be with you to live to breathe
You’re taking me over
She walked into the shower quickly the minute she heard the door. She definitely did not need Max seeing her cry. He would only ask questions, and they were questions she didn’t want to answer, and she was sure Max didn’t want to hear.
[i]I look in the mirror and see your face
If I look deep enough so many things inside that are
Just like you are taking over[/i]
She never thought about why she started to listen to Metallica, which Max hated, or wore the shirt Michael forgot to bed at night. It was all about him. It always would be. She heard Max faintly walk away, and it was then she broke down as tears found their way outside of her body, overpowering her with sobs.
We were in Cincinnati and Max had decided to stay outside the city, so we were going to stop at another cheap motel. Anything was better than sleeping in the van, though.
“Liz what are you doing?” Max asked, his eyes focusing on her through the mirror.
“What does it look like? I’m writing, Max,” Liz answered with exhaustion. She didn’t know when she and Max had developed this attitude towards each other, much less her firing back with equal annoyance, but it was the only thing that was alive in their relationship and so she chose to revel in her anger.
“Don’t you ever put that thing down anymore? You’re as bad as Michael and his damn sketch book.”
“I enjoy writing a lot, Max, you know that.”
“Why don’t you come join me in front?”
“ ‘Cause there is more room back here to write.”
His lips pressed tightly, eyes back on the road. “Fine.”
Damn he never leaves me alone anymore. It’s like he knows, but then he would have to see me, really see me, and he doesn’t. I am going to do it; I am going to leave tonight. It was so weird, when we were in the bathroom I swore I saw Michael’s face staring back at me; it isn’t enough to dream about him, nooo, now I see him in the mirror too. God I miss him.
“Hey were here,” Max announces in a shout.
“Yeah hot showers all around tonight,” Kyle wiggles his eyebrows towards Izzy.
“And real beds too,” he adds in a jest.
“Okay, Buddha Boy, just remember to save me some water.”
Kyle stares at her in shock. “B-but we’re n-not sharing?” he stuttered with disappointment.
“Ew, too much info Kyle,” Liz groaned, making a face.
“Yeah, Valenti that’s my sister you’re talking about.”
“Alright, alright just get us some rooms, Evans.”
Max was already leaving by the time Kyle had said that. So he turned to Liz and asked
“Iz talked to you huh?”
Liz looked slightly shocked but gained her composure. “Yeah she did. I’m leaving tonight.”
“I’ll miss you Liz” Kyle whispered sadly, hugging her to him tightly.
“Oh Kyle you make it sound like we’ll never see each other again and you know that’s not true. I love you. You’re my best friend.”
“Hey isn’t pawing my sister enough for you, now you’re after my wife to?”
Max had never forgiven Kyle for what he thought we did, even after he knew it wasn’t true.
“That’s me man can’t get enough” Kyle snickered.
Isabelle rolled her eyes, aware of how Kyle loved riling up Max. She grabbed his hand, leading him away. “Come on lets go to our room.”
“We have room 12. I’ll go get our stuff okay?”
“Thanks, I’ll take a shower.”
“Hey Liz what do you want to eat?” Max asked, although what he really wanted to ask was what was wrong with her because she was blocking their connection. She had been for months, so he didn’t know what was bothering her and he didn’t know how to ask.
“Um… Chinese.”
“Okay. I’ll get that after I bring in our things.” he said as he walked away
Liz walked into the ugly motel room. Looking around, she sighed gratefully when her eyes fell on a clock radio. Music had become her salvation since Michael left. Turning it on absently, she hears on of her new favorite songs, “Taking Me Over” by Evanescence. She feels the song embrace her, the words wrap around her.
You don’t remember me, but I remember you
I lie awake and try so hard not to think of you
But who can decide what they dream?
And I dream I do…
I believe in you
I’ll give up everything just to find you
I have to be with you to live, to breathe
You’re taking me over
It hit Liz like a ton of bricks, how much this song reminded her of Michael.
Have you forgotten all I know or all we had?
You saw me mourning my love for you
And you touched my hand
I knew you loved me then
I believe in you
I’ll give up everything just to find you
I have to be with you to live to breathe
You’re taking me over
She walked into the shower quickly the minute she heard the door. She definitely did not need Max seeing her cry. He would only ask questions, and they were questions she didn’t want to answer, and she was sure Max didn’t want to hear.
[i]I look in the mirror and see your face
If I look deep enough so many things inside that are
Just like you are taking over[/i]
She never thought about why she started to listen to Metallica, which Max hated, or wore the shirt Michael forgot to bed at night. It was all about him. It always would be. She heard Max faintly walk away, and it was then she broke down as tears found their way outside of her body, overpowering her with sobs.
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Chapter# 3
Liz got out of the shower and quickly got dressed. She wanted to be done before Max returned. She separated their things and prayed he wouldn’t notice. She finished just as he walked through the door.
“Hey I got what you wanted,” Max said as he came in.
“Thanks. Do you want to eat first or shower?”
“Eat, I’m starving.”
The silence was awkward, to put it mildly. Neither of them knowing what to say or how to say it, so there was nothing but the silence. You’d never realize these two people had, at one time been in love. It seemed so long ago…
Finally Max spoke.
“Look, Liz, I know something is wrong. Tell me so we can work through it. I love you,” he whispered, placing his hand on her arm. “You’ve shut me out; I can’t feel you anymore. Why, Liz?”
She lifts her head and looks into his eyes, the eyes she used to love so much and knows she has to tell him, that he deserves to know.
Hesitantly she opens her mouth. “I’m suffocating here, Max. I need more than you are giving me, and this isn’t enough anymore. You don’t love me Max. You love the idea of me, the idea of having loved me ever since you were seven years old. I need to be with someone who loves me.”
“Just who would that be? No one can love you the way I do!” he yelled fervently, standing up and starting to pace furiously.
“Calm down, Max,” Liz whispered softly, before she hits him with the news.
“I’m in love with Michael.”
Max sat down on the bed, his face pasty and white, his anger gone. “Who?” he managed to gasp out.
“Michael, I’m in love with Michael. He loves me back, Max…that’s why he left.”
“But when, how, where was I?”
“That’s a good question Max,” Liz replied bitterly, her anger starting to work up again. “You have been so wrapped up in yourself that you didn’t see anything that you didn’t want to see. You couldn’t see me. Your own wife and you didn’t see me!”
“And Michael did?” Max yelled back in pungent retort.
Liz’s eyes were angry and wild as she nodded her head furiously. “Yes he did, and I need him in a way I never needed you. I’m sorry Max but I’m leaving. Tonight.”
Liz walked out the door leaving a stunned Max standing in the middle of the floor.
Isabelle and Kyle were outside waiting, and from their faces she could tell they had overheard everything.
“You are sure this is what you want to do?” Kyle asked, bringing her into his arms.
Smiling the first real smile since Michael left, she rallies with utmost certainty. “Yes, it is.”
“Then be happy, Liz.”
Kyle lets her go and Izzy hugs her too while whispering, “I’ll see you in your dreams, I love you too Liz.”
Liz smiled at them both tearfully. “I love you guys, too. I wish you both the best this world can bring… I know you’ll be so happy together.”
Liz looks back at her friends and the motel room where he husband is and walks away.
Max had never even tried to stop her and that was how she knew she was right, they were never truly in love. Her timing was perfect because a bus stop was across the street and it had just arrived. She ran to catch it, got on and waved to them as she rode away to find the man she loved. She just hoped he loved her as much as she loved him
Have you ever been haunted the way I’ve
been haunted by you
And have you ever felt the measure of the days I’ve
spent waiting.
I can’t see the sun for the daylight.
I can’t feel your breathe for the wind.
I don’t want to step from these shadows, till you come
back again.
I’ve dammed the emotions to keep the lanterns lit.
I’m shaken by this longing coursing through my veins.
In my mind I can’t make sense of it.
I can’t see the sun for the daylight.
I can’t feel your breathe for the wind.
I get so used to these shadows are you coming back
again?
Do we give up this search and turn out the light?
Will you chase away these shadows when you come
back again?
~The Edge of Water by Jars of Clay~
Liz got out of the shower and quickly got dressed. She wanted to be done before Max returned. She separated their things and prayed he wouldn’t notice. She finished just as he walked through the door.
“Hey I got what you wanted,” Max said as he came in.
“Thanks. Do you want to eat first or shower?”
“Eat, I’m starving.”
The silence was awkward, to put it mildly. Neither of them knowing what to say or how to say it, so there was nothing but the silence. You’d never realize these two people had, at one time been in love. It seemed so long ago…
Finally Max spoke.
“Look, Liz, I know something is wrong. Tell me so we can work through it. I love you,” he whispered, placing his hand on her arm. “You’ve shut me out; I can’t feel you anymore. Why, Liz?”
She lifts her head and looks into his eyes, the eyes she used to love so much and knows she has to tell him, that he deserves to know.
Hesitantly she opens her mouth. “I’m suffocating here, Max. I need more than you are giving me, and this isn’t enough anymore. You don’t love me Max. You love the idea of me, the idea of having loved me ever since you were seven years old. I need to be with someone who loves me.”
“Just who would that be? No one can love you the way I do!” he yelled fervently, standing up and starting to pace furiously.
“Calm down, Max,” Liz whispered softly, before she hits him with the news.
“I’m in love with Michael.”
Max sat down on the bed, his face pasty and white, his anger gone. “Who?” he managed to gasp out.
“Michael, I’m in love with Michael. He loves me back, Max…that’s why he left.”
“But when, how, where was I?”
“That’s a good question Max,” Liz replied bitterly, her anger starting to work up again. “You have been so wrapped up in yourself that you didn’t see anything that you didn’t want to see. You couldn’t see me. Your own wife and you didn’t see me!”
“And Michael did?” Max yelled back in pungent retort.
Liz’s eyes were angry and wild as she nodded her head furiously. “Yes he did, and I need him in a way I never needed you. I’m sorry Max but I’m leaving. Tonight.”
Liz walked out the door leaving a stunned Max standing in the middle of the floor.
Isabelle and Kyle were outside waiting, and from their faces she could tell they had overheard everything.
“You are sure this is what you want to do?” Kyle asked, bringing her into his arms.
Smiling the first real smile since Michael left, she rallies with utmost certainty. “Yes, it is.”
“Then be happy, Liz.”
Kyle lets her go and Izzy hugs her too while whispering, “I’ll see you in your dreams, I love you too Liz.”
Liz smiled at them both tearfully. “I love you guys, too. I wish you both the best this world can bring… I know you’ll be so happy together.”
Liz looks back at her friends and the motel room where he husband is and walks away.
Max had never even tried to stop her and that was how she knew she was right, they were never truly in love. Her timing was perfect because a bus stop was across the street and it had just arrived. She ran to catch it, got on and waved to them as she rode away to find the man she loved. She just hoped he loved her as much as she loved him
Have you ever been haunted the way I’ve
been haunted by you
And have you ever felt the measure of the days I’ve
spent waiting.
I can’t see the sun for the daylight.
I can’t feel your breathe for the wind.
I don’t want to step from these shadows, till you come
back again.
I’ve dammed the emotions to keep the lanterns lit.
I’m shaken by this longing coursing through my veins.
In my mind I can’t make sense of it.
I can’t see the sun for the daylight.
I can’t feel your breathe for the wind.
I get so used to these shadows are you coming back
again?
Do we give up this search and turn out the light?
Will you chase away these shadows when you come
back again?
~The Edge of Water by Jars of Clay~
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Taking over me chap 4
The poem is mine. Nothing else is, you know the drill.
Getting to the bus station was easier than Liz thought; in fact leaving was so painlessly simpler then she thought it would be. But then again, she was doing things she never thought she would be doing a year ago. Right now she was on a bus to Buffalo hoping Isabelle was right about beating Michael there and finding him. It shouldn’t be too hard. She had an uncanny knack of sensing him, which bugged him to no end.
So I am doing it, I am going after him. I can only hope that I wasn’t wrong and that he does love me as much as I love him. As much as I need him. I wrote this to say how I feel without him; I am going to let him read it when I find him so he knows.
I’ve been crying in the rain, frozen with pain
There’s nothing left you’ve taken all of me
I thought I was unbreakable, you proved me wrong
I wanted to know you to love you, be inside you skin
You left, there’s nothing I could do
Everything I had left with you.
Liz closed her journal, put it back in her bag and decided to try to get some sleep. Surprisingly she did.
Several hours later she woke up. It was morning and they were almost arriving at the Buffalo bus station, of which she relieved because she didn’t want to use the bus toilet. They pulled into the station an hour later and she ran to the bathrooms. When she was done she changed her clothes and freshened up. Later on she tried to find a vantage point where she could see everything.
She was going to find Michael. She just had to figure out how.
Finding a good vantage point she sits and waits while once again writing in her journal.
So here I am in Buffalo, it isn’t much of a place from what I have seen so far. But this is where Michael is so...
“Hey. What are you writing?”
Liz looks up into a pair of beautiful blue eyes. Great, she groans to herself.
“Um, this is a journal and I am waiting for someone,” she answers with an abrupt tone, leaving it perfectly clear she was not up for grabs.
“It’s all good. So am I. I just hate to wait alone,” he explains to her, his tone so genuine and innocent Liz knew he was harmless. He extends his hand.
“My name is John Campbell.”
“I hate waiting alone to so… who are you waiting for?” Liz asked the curious, investigative side of her nature getting the best of her.
“My boyfriend. You?”
She smiled. “He’s a little more complicated than a boyfriend. But yeah that’s what you could call him.”
John leans forward in a gossipy, gabbing manner. “Now there’s a juicy story in there. I can almost smell it!”
“Yeah there is,” Liz answered, laughing at his eagerness. “There defiantly is.”
“So dish girlfriend,” John smiled his devastating smile.
And just as she was about to …
Someone behind them cleared his throat rather loudly.
“Am I interrupting?” Michael asked, with a scowl and a forbidding tone.
Liz leapt into his arms, and Michael dropped his bags just in time to catch her.
“I guess not.”
“Oh, Michael!” Liz breathed. “I was waiting for you.”
He gave her a small, conspiratorial smile. “Yeah, actually I knew that Iz busted through last night and told me to keep an eye out for you.”
“She wasn’t supposed to,” Liz pouted.
“This is John Campbell. He is waiting for his man too,” Liz enlightened Michael sweetly.
John smiled devilishly at Michael. “It is a good thing I love Matt cause damn if you weren’t straight…” he let the sentence linger, but the intention clear.
Michael turned slightly red as he shook John’s and mumbled “Thanks.”
“So it was nice to meet you John, I hope Matt gets here soon,” Liz answered, giving him a friendly smile and shaking his hand once more, but John opted for a kiss on both of her cheeks.
“Yeah, you too, Liz. And have fun with that hunk of yours,” John winked at them, waving them off.
“So are you ready to get out of here? There are a few diners around and… we should talk,” Michael grabbed her hand to reassure her as he says this.
They started to leave the station as Liz’s voice was heard, “I think that’s a very good idea.”
The poem is mine. Nothing else is, you know the drill.
Getting to the bus station was easier than Liz thought; in fact leaving was so painlessly simpler then she thought it would be. But then again, she was doing things she never thought she would be doing a year ago. Right now she was on a bus to Buffalo hoping Isabelle was right about beating Michael there and finding him. It shouldn’t be too hard. She had an uncanny knack of sensing him, which bugged him to no end.
So I am doing it, I am going after him. I can only hope that I wasn’t wrong and that he does love me as much as I love him. As much as I need him. I wrote this to say how I feel without him; I am going to let him read it when I find him so he knows.
I’ve been crying in the rain, frozen with pain
There’s nothing left you’ve taken all of me
I thought I was unbreakable, you proved me wrong
I wanted to know you to love you, be inside you skin
You left, there’s nothing I could do
Everything I had left with you.
Liz closed her journal, put it back in her bag and decided to try to get some sleep. Surprisingly she did.
Several hours later she woke up. It was morning and they were almost arriving at the Buffalo bus station, of which she relieved because she didn’t want to use the bus toilet. They pulled into the station an hour later and she ran to the bathrooms. When she was done she changed her clothes and freshened up. Later on she tried to find a vantage point where she could see everything.
She was going to find Michael. She just had to figure out how.
Finding a good vantage point she sits and waits while once again writing in her journal.
So here I am in Buffalo, it isn’t much of a place from what I have seen so far. But this is where Michael is so...
“Hey. What are you writing?”
Liz looks up into a pair of beautiful blue eyes. Great, she groans to herself.
“Um, this is a journal and I am waiting for someone,” she answers with an abrupt tone, leaving it perfectly clear she was not up for grabs.
“It’s all good. So am I. I just hate to wait alone,” he explains to her, his tone so genuine and innocent Liz knew he was harmless. He extends his hand.
“My name is John Campbell.”
“I hate waiting alone to so… who are you waiting for?” Liz asked the curious, investigative side of her nature getting the best of her.
“My boyfriend. You?”
She smiled. “He’s a little more complicated than a boyfriend. But yeah that’s what you could call him.”
John leans forward in a gossipy, gabbing manner. “Now there’s a juicy story in there. I can almost smell it!”
“Yeah there is,” Liz answered, laughing at his eagerness. “There defiantly is.”
“So dish girlfriend,” John smiled his devastating smile.
And just as she was about to …
Someone behind them cleared his throat rather loudly.
“Am I interrupting?” Michael asked, with a scowl and a forbidding tone.
Liz leapt into his arms, and Michael dropped his bags just in time to catch her.
“I guess not.”
“Oh, Michael!” Liz breathed. “I was waiting for you.”
He gave her a small, conspiratorial smile. “Yeah, actually I knew that Iz busted through last night and told me to keep an eye out for you.”
“She wasn’t supposed to,” Liz pouted.
“This is John Campbell. He is waiting for his man too,” Liz enlightened Michael sweetly.
John smiled devilishly at Michael. “It is a good thing I love Matt cause damn if you weren’t straight…” he let the sentence linger, but the intention clear.
Michael turned slightly red as he shook John’s and mumbled “Thanks.”
“So it was nice to meet you John, I hope Matt gets here soon,” Liz answered, giving him a friendly smile and shaking his hand once more, but John opted for a kiss on both of her cheeks.
“Yeah, you too, Liz. And have fun with that hunk of yours,” John winked at them, waving them off.
“So are you ready to get out of here? There are a few diners around and… we should talk,” Michael grabbed her hand to reassure her as he says this.
They started to leave the station as Liz’s voice was heard, “I think that’s a very good idea.”
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Chapter 5
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Still holding hands they walked a block to a diner that some what clean. They hadn’t talked the whole time they were walking, but Michael squeezed her hand reassuringly quite a bit. He keep look toward her to as if to make sure she were really there. Liz was happy to be with him but a little worried, he had hugged, he was holding her hand but he hadn’t kissed her or showed any other type of affection. She was started to doubt herself as they slid into a booth.
“So” Michael says unsure where to start and obviously nervous because he was scratching his eyebrow, a habit Liz found endearing.
“Do you want me to start?” Liz asks nervously biting her lip a habit that Michael loves.
“Sure shoot”
“Why did you leave? Why didn’t you tell me you were going and more importantly why didn’t you ask me to go with you?”
“Right to the hard stuff huh.” Michael says with a crooked smile. “Ok the thing is you were, are married to Max whatever I felt was not something I could deal with him around. I needed to get away to think, to figure out what I wanted to do about all of this. He is my brother, he may be an ass but he is my family.”
“So you are going to ignore what we feel?” Liz is starting to get upset
“No, I never said that.” He reaches for her hand again and is about to say something when the waitress comes.
“Can I get you something?”
“Um Two cherry cokes please.” Says Michael
“Anything else?”
“We’ll let you know.” Liz replies
“You were about to say?” Liz prods
“That’s one of the things I love about you, you never let things go, you never give up.”
“So you love me” Liz smiles “Cause for a few minutes I wasn’t sure.”
“What”
“Well we never really said anything it was just something I knew, like breathing. It was just there. You showed me in small ways but never said anything. So I was beginning to wonder if I was wrong.”
“No you weren’t wrong I love you Liz, more that I ever thought possible.”
“Then why haven’t you touched me.” she asked softly
“Because you still belong to Max.” Michael said with a matter of fact tone. His own sense of honor demanded no less, he wouldn’t take his brother’s wife no matter how much he wanted her. “Now Liz Parker I would take.”
“Is that all?” Liz asked amused and awed by the way Michael thought.
“That’s enough in my mind.”
“Well here is my ring I took it off when I left and here is the only copy of my marriage certificate. What do you want to do with them?”
“Burn them!”
“Ok If that helps you I am game.”
The waitress final returned with their drinks and check so they sipped on them and talked about other small matters and as they did Liz could feel her bond with Michael growing, like he had never left. They paid their bill, stopped to buy a lighter and walked down the street to find a hotel. It was only slightly less sleazy then where they would usually stay.
Walking to the desk Michael asked for a room and gave the man the name he was using now Kincade, Liz tried not to laugh but it was hard.
“Michael Kincade that sounds like you stole it from a cheesy romance novel.” She laughed as they walked hand in hand to their room.
“I did” he replies sheepishly “It was lying on the seat next to me and the name was there so …”
Liz laughed even harder at that and Michael swatted her but.
She gasped “I can’t believe you just did that!”
“Believe it babe.” He laughs too as they walk into their room.
“Are you sure you want to burn this Liz “
“Michael I wouldn’t be here with you, I wouldn’t have told Max if I didn’t want to be here with you or do this.”
“Then if you are sure let’s do this” he said as he grabs the waste basket and the lighter he bought.
Liz grabs the marriage and Michael lights it as it burns for the first time in years Liz is completely happy.
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Still holding hands they walked a block to a diner that some what clean. They hadn’t talked the whole time they were walking, but Michael squeezed her hand reassuringly quite a bit. He keep look toward her to as if to make sure she were really there. Liz was happy to be with him but a little worried, he had hugged, he was holding her hand but he hadn’t kissed her or showed any other type of affection. She was started to doubt herself as they slid into a booth.
“So” Michael says unsure where to start and obviously nervous because he was scratching his eyebrow, a habit Liz found endearing.
“Do you want me to start?” Liz asks nervously biting her lip a habit that Michael loves.
“Sure shoot”
“Why did you leave? Why didn’t you tell me you were going and more importantly why didn’t you ask me to go with you?”
“Right to the hard stuff huh.” Michael says with a crooked smile. “Ok the thing is you were, are married to Max whatever I felt was not something I could deal with him around. I needed to get away to think, to figure out what I wanted to do about all of this. He is my brother, he may be an ass but he is my family.”
“So you are going to ignore what we feel?” Liz is starting to get upset
“No, I never said that.” He reaches for her hand again and is about to say something when the waitress comes.
“Can I get you something?”
“Um Two cherry cokes please.” Says Michael
“Anything else?”
“We’ll let you know.” Liz replies
“You were about to say?” Liz prods
“That’s one of the things I love about you, you never let things go, you never give up.”
“So you love me” Liz smiles “Cause for a few minutes I wasn’t sure.”
“What”
“Well we never really said anything it was just something I knew, like breathing. It was just there. You showed me in small ways but never said anything. So I was beginning to wonder if I was wrong.”
“No you weren’t wrong I love you Liz, more that I ever thought possible.”
“Then why haven’t you touched me.” she asked softly
“Because you still belong to Max.” Michael said with a matter of fact tone. His own sense of honor demanded no less, he wouldn’t take his brother’s wife no matter how much he wanted her. “Now Liz Parker I would take.”
“Is that all?” Liz asked amused and awed by the way Michael thought.
“That’s enough in my mind.”
“Well here is my ring I took it off when I left and here is the only copy of my marriage certificate. What do you want to do with them?”
“Burn them!”
“Ok If that helps you I am game.”
The waitress final returned with their drinks and check so they sipped on them and talked about other small matters and as they did Liz could feel her bond with Michael growing, like he had never left. They paid their bill, stopped to buy a lighter and walked down the street to find a hotel. It was only slightly less sleazy then where they would usually stay.
Walking to the desk Michael asked for a room and gave the man the name he was using now Kincade, Liz tried not to laugh but it was hard.
“Michael Kincade that sounds like you stole it from a cheesy romance novel.” She laughed as they walked hand in hand to their room.
“I did” he replies sheepishly “It was lying on the seat next to me and the name was there so …”
Liz laughed even harder at that and Michael swatted her but.
She gasped “I can’t believe you just did that!”
“Believe it babe.” He laughs too as they walk into their room.
“Are you sure you want to burn this Liz “
“Michael I wouldn’t be here with you, I wouldn’t have told Max if I didn’t want to be here with you or do this.”
“Then if you are sure let’s do this” he said as he grabs the waste basket and the lighter he bought.
Liz grabs the marriage and Michael lights it as it burns for the first time in years Liz is completely happy.
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Finished!!!!
Chapter 6
“So I guess this means you’ll touch me now?” Liz asked, a sly smile on her face.
Michael doesn’t even answer her, because Michael acts and doesn’t always say. He just reaches out and grabs her arm, yanking her to him. And he started to kiss her passionately, like he had wanted to for years. His hands are on her waist and in her hair, pulling her so close it is like he wants to devour her entirely, have her fall into him, his tongue slipped into her mouth, and she gasped at the intensity of the emotions coming from him. It had all of the beautifully awkward, searching newness that a kiss should have.
Liz moved her hands up to his chest, all the way to his shoulders then found herself pressed against the wall, their kiss deepening in a way that she could not form into words, not even thought. He angled her head back and bit her lower lip ever so gently. Then ran his lips down her throat to kiss her pulse point.
Suddenly, just as he started he stopped.
Michael’s face was red, and he said in a shame filled voice “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to be so rough.”
“Oh Michael, I won’t break.”
“I know that but…”
“I love you, all of you, and I like that I make you lose control.”
Stunned, Michael knows that this is what he has wanted his whole life, her.
“Liz I want you to marry me, I love you and never want to be without you. I know it is probably too soon but…”
Liz leapt in to his arms before he could finish. She gave him a beautiful smile, the kind that had no doubt, the kind that was too beautiful to ever be broken. “Yes.”
Michael is speechless, so he just holds her, breathing in the intoxicating sent of her and reveling in her touch.
Liz slid down his body and looked up to him with another one of her smiles. “Liz Kincade, I can get used to it. I would rather use Guerin but...”
“We can use something else if you like.”
“Nope Kincade works for me.”
“Good, now I’m hungry, woman. And as good as you taste it is just not enough right now.”
“Tired of me already I understand,” Liz teased lightly, faking a cute pout that was quickly ruined by the growling of her stomach.
“Ha you can’t fool me now!”
“Alright let’s go eat.”
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Michael was thrilled.
Liz was finally his. He was nervous. He, former general of Antar, was nervous about making love.
But it was Liz and he had been waiting so long. He was afraid he would act like a thirteen-year old boy. She was in the bathroom doing “girl stuff” and he was laying naked waiting. She’s not even out here yet and I am hard, he thought to himself, sadly shaking his head. It was a sad state to be in. He could hear her moving around in there and wondered what was taking so long, not that he wanted to rush things, but …
The bathroom door opened and she appeared, smelling like vanilla and coconut, wearing his old t-shirt and he has never seen anything sexier.
“Wow you look …”
“I wasn’t sure what to …”
They both laugh as she crawls in bed.
“You have never looked more beautiful than you do right now.” Michael leaned over to cup her face, running his thumb across her lips before kissing her softly, then slipping his tongue over the same trail as his thumb, increasing pressure and then gently biting her lower lip.
A soft moan was eliciting from Liz’s throat as he did this, running her hands up his naked back to his hair.
He looked at her with questioning, hesitating eyes as he put his hands on the hem of the t-shit. She nodded almost unnoticeably—but he noticed—as he stated, “I think I’ll take this back now.”
She let out a small laugh that turned to a moan as he started to blow on her nipples, before taking them right into his mouth and sucking on them.
“Oh Michael,” Liz gasped as she held his head there.
He looked up and gave her a cocky smile as he moves to the left.
Liz pulled him up to her for a searing kiss. This time she took charge, her tongue sliding into his mouth, causing him to moan. She ran her hands across his shoulders and arms to his chest. Then ran her fingers around his nipples, and he breathed her name.
Michael slid his finger into her to flick her clit and Liz bit his shoulder.
“Now, Michael. Now.”
He moved his knee between her legs and she grabbed his cock to guide him in. Michael looked Liz in the eyes as he entered her, filling her, and slowly began to move in rhythm.
They are suddenly assaulted by each other’s emotions as their connection opened one hundred percent and they felt everything the other felt.
Liz felt Michael’s awe that she loved him, how he felt complete with her, at home. How with her he could be himself, how special he thought she was and how very beautiful.
Michael felt Liz’s love and need for him, how she felt free, safe, and beautiful with him. He saw how wonderful and talented she thought he was and that he was her home too.
As these feeling faded they climaxed. Feelings of wonderment, of understanding passed to them for what they had felt, so much that words escaped them and they just lay there holding each other.
Chapter 7
Nothing is mine but the poem.
The aftermath of their first session of lovemaking had left them wasted and weak; in fact they were too tired now to do anything but sleep.
Bright sunshine spilled through the window as Liz woke up. She attempted to sit up, only to find herself pinned against Michael’s side. She wiggled her way out gently while he still slept, and ran to the bathroom. She got dressed and dug out her journal to write.
I found him and last night we made love for the first time. There are no words to describe how wonderful it was, I feel him in every part of me. This is not like the connection Max and I had. It’s different in such a wonderful way. I felt... everything, so much love and longing. He has been as lonely as I was. I know I am home now... it is wherever he is.
I’ve been lost, I’ve been alone, but now I’ve found home.
It is where you are.
Always searching never finding, almost giving up, and then you appeared.
Like sun a rain filled day.
Suddenly you were just there.
No longer having to look, only having to win, to make you mine.
You saw the truth, you knew it too, just one look and you were through.
Now it is no longer me, it is us and how we were meant to be.
You are my home, and I am yours too.
That is how I feel; it was as though Max was a pit stop that led me to Michael, to show me that he is what I wanted. I hope that somehow, someday Max will find happiness and we can be friends again. I don’t hate him, I just don’t want him.
When Michael wakes up I am going to have him read this, not that the connection doesn’t show him how I feel. It is just that long ago, it all started out with him reading my journal. Today I want to marry him. Why wait? After all, I thought it would be nice if we started off our marriage the same way we started everything else.
EPILOGUE
Three years later…
Liz was watching little Caleb play in the sand box with his father as she washed the dishes. She still had moments where she found it hard to believe how happy they were.
Buffalo had been good to them. Michael’s art work supported them nicely and she was in school still, although with a toddler it was hard. Michael was a fantastic father though, and insisted that he watch Caleb while she was in class.
Although Liz knew things were going to be a little hectic in eight months that would follow. She couldn’t wait until later tonight when she was planning on telling Michael that they were pregnant, she could already feel their daughter. It was such a wonderful thing; she and Isabelle would be delivering a month apart.
Liz was so glad that Iz and Kyle had moved near by. She had missed them desperately. They had gotten married a week after she and Michael had. Kyle was a great uncle and couldn’t wait to be a daddy. The only ones missing were Max and Maria. She never spoke to Maria again after she had left, not that Liz could blame her. And Max, well, he disappeared.
Isabelle couldn’t even dream walk him. They were all worried about him but figured he would show up when he was ready.
Meanwhile they were all very happy and planned on staying that way.
“So I guess this means you’ll touch me now?” Liz asked, a sly smile on her face.
Michael doesn’t even answer her, because Michael acts and doesn’t always say. He just reaches out and grabs her arm, yanking her to him. And he started to kiss her passionately, like he had wanted to for years. His hands are on her waist and in her hair, pulling her so close it is like he wants to devour her entirely, have her fall into him, his tongue slipped into her mouth, and she gasped at the intensity of the emotions coming from him. It had all of the beautifully awkward, searching newness that a kiss should have.
Liz moved her hands up to his chest, all the way to his shoulders then found herself pressed against the wall, their kiss deepening in a way that she could not form into words, not even thought. He angled her head back and bit her lower lip ever so gently. Then ran his lips down her throat to kiss her pulse point.
Suddenly, just as he started he stopped.
Michael’s face was red, and he said in a shame filled voice “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to be so rough.”
“Oh Michael, I won’t break.”
“I know that but…”
“I love you, all of you, and I like that I make you lose control.”
Stunned, Michael knows that this is what he has wanted his whole life, her.
“Liz I want you to marry me, I love you and never want to be without you. I know it is probably too soon but…”
Liz leapt in to his arms before he could finish. She gave him a beautiful smile, the kind that had no doubt, the kind that was too beautiful to ever be broken. “Yes.”
Michael is speechless, so he just holds her, breathing in the intoxicating sent of her and reveling in her touch.
Liz slid down his body and looked up to him with another one of her smiles. “Liz Kincade, I can get used to it. I would rather use Guerin but...”
“We can use something else if you like.”
“Nope Kincade works for me.”
“Good, now I’m hungry, woman. And as good as you taste it is just not enough right now.”
“Tired of me already I understand,” Liz teased lightly, faking a cute pout that was quickly ruined by the growling of her stomach.
“Ha you can’t fool me now!”
“Alright let’s go eat.”
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Michael was thrilled.
Liz was finally his. He was nervous. He, former general of Antar, was nervous about making love.
But it was Liz and he had been waiting so long. He was afraid he would act like a thirteen-year old boy. She was in the bathroom doing “girl stuff” and he was laying naked waiting. She’s not even out here yet and I am hard, he thought to himself, sadly shaking his head. It was a sad state to be in. He could hear her moving around in there and wondered what was taking so long, not that he wanted to rush things, but …
The bathroom door opened and she appeared, smelling like vanilla and coconut, wearing his old t-shirt and he has never seen anything sexier.
“Wow you look …”
“I wasn’t sure what to …”
They both laugh as she crawls in bed.
“You have never looked more beautiful than you do right now.” Michael leaned over to cup her face, running his thumb across her lips before kissing her softly, then slipping his tongue over the same trail as his thumb, increasing pressure and then gently biting her lower lip.
A soft moan was eliciting from Liz’s throat as he did this, running her hands up his naked back to his hair.
He looked at her with questioning, hesitating eyes as he put his hands on the hem of the t-shit. She nodded almost unnoticeably—but he noticed—as he stated, “I think I’ll take this back now.”
She let out a small laugh that turned to a moan as he started to blow on her nipples, before taking them right into his mouth and sucking on them.
“Oh Michael,” Liz gasped as she held his head there.
He looked up and gave her a cocky smile as he moves to the left.
Liz pulled him up to her for a searing kiss. This time she took charge, her tongue sliding into his mouth, causing him to moan. She ran her hands across his shoulders and arms to his chest. Then ran her fingers around his nipples, and he breathed her name.
Michael slid his finger into her to flick her clit and Liz bit his shoulder.
“Now, Michael. Now.”
He moved his knee between her legs and she grabbed his cock to guide him in. Michael looked Liz in the eyes as he entered her, filling her, and slowly began to move in rhythm.
They are suddenly assaulted by each other’s emotions as their connection opened one hundred percent and they felt everything the other felt.
Liz felt Michael’s awe that she loved him, how he felt complete with her, at home. How with her he could be himself, how special he thought she was and how very beautiful.
Michael felt Liz’s love and need for him, how she felt free, safe, and beautiful with him. He saw how wonderful and talented she thought he was and that he was her home too.
As these feeling faded they climaxed. Feelings of wonderment, of understanding passed to them for what they had felt, so much that words escaped them and they just lay there holding each other.
Chapter 7
Nothing is mine but the poem.
The aftermath of their first session of lovemaking had left them wasted and weak; in fact they were too tired now to do anything but sleep.
Bright sunshine spilled through the window as Liz woke up. She attempted to sit up, only to find herself pinned against Michael’s side. She wiggled her way out gently while he still slept, and ran to the bathroom. She got dressed and dug out her journal to write.
I found him and last night we made love for the first time. There are no words to describe how wonderful it was, I feel him in every part of me. This is not like the connection Max and I had. It’s different in such a wonderful way. I felt... everything, so much love and longing. He has been as lonely as I was. I know I am home now... it is wherever he is.
I’ve been lost, I’ve been alone, but now I’ve found home.
It is where you are.
Always searching never finding, almost giving up, and then you appeared.
Like sun a rain filled day.
Suddenly you were just there.
No longer having to look, only having to win, to make you mine.
You saw the truth, you knew it too, just one look and you were through.
Now it is no longer me, it is us and how we were meant to be.
You are my home, and I am yours too.
That is how I feel; it was as though Max was a pit stop that led me to Michael, to show me that he is what I wanted. I hope that somehow, someday Max will find happiness and we can be friends again. I don’t hate him, I just don’t want him.
When Michael wakes up I am going to have him read this, not that the connection doesn’t show him how I feel. It is just that long ago, it all started out with him reading my journal. Today I want to marry him. Why wait? After all, I thought it would be nice if we started off our marriage the same way we started everything else.
EPILOGUE
Three years later…
Liz was watching little Caleb play in the sand box with his father as she washed the dishes. She still had moments where she found it hard to believe how happy they were.
Buffalo had been good to them. Michael’s art work supported them nicely and she was in school still, although with a toddler it was hard. Michael was a fantastic father though, and insisted that he watch Caleb while she was in class.
Although Liz knew things were going to be a little hectic in eight months that would follow. She couldn’t wait until later tonight when she was planning on telling Michael that they were pregnant, she could already feel their daughter. It was such a wonderful thing; she and Isabelle would be delivering a month apart.
Liz was so glad that Iz and Kyle had moved near by. She had missed them desperately. They had gotten married a week after she and Michael had. Kyle was a great uncle and couldn’t wait to be a daddy. The only ones missing were Max and Maria. She never spoke to Maria again after she had left, not that Liz could blame her. And Max, well, he disappeared.
Isabelle couldn’t even dream walk him. They were all worried about him but figured he would show up when he was ready.
Meanwhile they were all very happy and planned on staying that way.