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Title: Shattered
Author: Dreamerfrvrp3
Category: Supernatural & Roswell
Summary: They were always there. Not a chance to breathe freely. So she ran. She escaped without a scratch but shattered.
Disclaimer: Don’t own either.
Rating: Mature/Adult
Couple: UC Liz/Dean
Timeline: Set after S3 before Liz and Max get married.
After S2 of Supernatural. JUNE 2007
Ages: Liz: 24
Dean: 28
AN: Had to repost because of the board restoration
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Shattered
Part I
In a way, I need a change
From this burnout scene
Another time, another town
Another everything
But it's always back to you
Early June 2002
I, Liz Parker, am not as happy as I should be. Today is my wedding day I’m going to be Mrs. Liz Evans. The supposed love of my life but I would be lying if I said ‘I do’ today. A large part of me died the night we boarded the van with all of my family. To say that today is going to be one of the most memorable days is the truth. Because today is the day that I finally escape from the pod squad. It’s the day I’ve been planning for weeks.
Maria and Isabel are already awake and putting together the finishing touches for the big day. A part of me is relieved that I can finally get away from all this but I still feel guilty for all their hard work and dedication. I’m supposed to be showering and relaxing but I’m hiding in the bathroom writing a note. I keep it simple:
Can’t do this anymore. So sorry Max. Don’t worry about me. Take care of yourselves.
Love,
Liz
I place the note on the toilet seat and hurry out of the bathroom.
“Liz!” Isabel shrieked. She was completely frazzled. She was in her bridesmaid dress with her hair all over the place. “Why aren’t you showered yet? We have a half an hour’s drive before we get to the chapel! And the wedding starts in like two hours!”
“Isabel, its fine we will get to the church on time but I just realized that I can’t find my grandmother’s necklace that I’m supposed to be wearing. I’m pretty sure that I put it in the bag that has all the honeymoon stuff in it.” Lying has become even easier in the past few years.
“Oh, well are you sure you don’t want me to go get it for you?” she asks. I shake my head and remind her that she’s wouldn’t want to ruin her dress. She lets me off the hook as I scurry to pick up my purse. I bought the ’67 Camaro that I’m running away in a week earlier. All that waitressing money went into to this plan. I checked to make sure that all my bags were still in the back seat and pray that no one notices me driving away.
Minutes later my cell buzzes from my purse. 1 Missed Call. 2 Missed Calls. 3 Missed Calls. I turn it off and continue to drive. I wipe away the tears that are falling; they are a combination of relief and sadness.
Present
Early June 2007
“The usual, Joey,” I told the bartender taking a seat at the bar. ‘The Hangar’ was one of my favorite bars. I usually spent several nights a week their either drinking or serving the drinks. After spending years on the run all by myself I finally settled in a small town in the mid-west. A place where I knew just about every patrons name…except for the gorgeous guy a couple seats down. From what I could see he was muscular and he had brilliant green eyes. Moments later Joey places a bottle of Jack Daniels on the counter along with a shot glass. Thank god the alien part of me isn’t affected by the alcohol. “You know me all too well.”
“So you say,” he shook his head. I nod my head to my right where the mysterious man is sitting and signal Joey to get him another beer. Out of the corner of my eye I saw him raise his eyebrow in question and Joey pointed to me.
“Dean Winchester.” He said while he took a seat right next to me. Dean was even more gorgeous up close.
“Liz Parker.”
“Well, Liz Parker, I never seen a woman down Jack like you before,” he commented smirking slightly.
“Well, Dean Winchester,” I mimicked downing another shot just for show. “Five years ago today I should have been married but obviously I’m not.”
“I’ll let you in on a little secret,” he leaned in closer and whispered into my ear. “In a year I’m gonna die and go to hell.”
“Fuck, that sucks,” I sigh. I offered him the bottle of Jack which he takes a swig out of. “We make quite the pair…So Dean Winchester I’ve never seen you around here, you passing through?”
“I guess you could say that. I do a lot of traveling for my uhh line of work. So tell me about Liz Parker.”
“I think it’s only appropriate that I share a secret with you since you shared one with me,” I almost pressed my lips to his ear. “I know the future.”
“Uh huh so Parker, tell me what’s going to happen in my future.”
“Well, let’s see you are going to get lucky tonight,” I took one last drink and winked at Dean before taking him by the hand.