RATING: Teen
DISCLAIMER:I don't own Roswell or anything else.
This drabble was written for Sirio who bid on me at the latest support stacie author auction.
Second base
On the mantelpiece above the fireplace there's a picture of Max at six years old. He's wearing a bra belonging to his mother on his head. He was playing spacemen at the time and thought it made a good pretend helmet.
It's the first thing Liz sees when she comes over to have dinner with his family. Max wants the ground to swallow him up. She's thinks it's really cute.
Later they drive to Buckley Point and steam up the windows of his mother's car.
"Want to play spacemen, Max?" Liz asks.
Max grins wolfishly and reaches behind her back.
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