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Title: Half Life
Author: Christina Buchanan
Email: SixPacsChic@hotmail.com
Rating: Adult
Category: Supernatural/Roswell - Liz/ Dean
Summary: Liz remembers things that Max made her forget over the years.
Spoilers: Post Graduation/ Second season Supernatural
Disclaimer: I don't own either show or the characters. I'm just borrowing them. Don't sue. Lyrics are by Sneaker Pimps
Author's Notes: This is my very first crossover. I just hope it turns out as good as my mind is making it out to be.

Prologue: Half Life

Half life wastes before it goes
It's funny how your bee sting touch never leaves me whole
It's not enough to stay here almost trying
You keep your last laugh watch this dying
Its just half time vertigo
And if you want an answer I don't know

If you had completed me
Dont think I'd be pleased with you
Dont think I'd compete with you
With half of me to take

Half life nothing I'd call home
It's lucky how these phantom limb bee stings never show
It's not enough to leave this falling kindly
You burn my star down twice as brightly
It's just your half light undertow
But if you need forgiveness I don't know

Half light breaks with nothing wrong
Just a corner of my bed where you don't belong
It's kind of you to notice no one's dying
You choked your last laugh almost crying
It's just your half life long to know
And if you need a reason so it goes

-Sneaker Pimps "Half Life"

The average person doesn’t know how to throw a punch properly. It’s all about the delivery, not the force put behind it. The average person also doesn’t know how to shoot a gun. They focus on aiming and forget to breathe. They pull the trigger instead of squeezing it. They don’t compensate for recoil. The average person is very stupid. I have come to realize in my 23 years of existence on this planet that I am not the average person. I’ve also learned three very important things: Hindsight is always 20/20, religion is a social construct and everyone has a breaking point.

I breathe in the salty smell of the ocean breeze as I speed down the coastal highway on the way to my aunt's house. Welcome to Florida.

We bump into each other in downtown. Both of us are lost. He follows me to a corner store where I buy a map and some coffee. He drinks my coffee while I read the map. I write my name and phone number on the map and give it to him as I head off toward the resturant where I'm meeting my aunt. He calls me that night and we talk for three hours. I meet him the next day for lunch.

It's early morning as I make my way down to the beach where I know he'll be waiting for me. He smirks up at me as I hand him his coffee and take a seat on the wooden deck chair next to him.

We watch the sunrise over the water in comfortable silence.

Weeks later, Max catches me outside the Crashdown. He wants me to forget what happened so we can be together again. He touches me and all of his memories flood my mind, washing away my summer with him like a wave taking the sand from the shore.

It's six years later and I remember everything except his name.

Max ducks as I hurl a lamp across the room at his head. "Come on, babe, don't be like this."

"You stole my memories!" I scream with tears streaming down my face. "And don't you dare call me babe!"

"Look, I didn't mean--."

I glare at him."Like hell you didn't."

"Liz, come on," he pleads with me.

I open my suitcase and start packing. "Now I know how it works."

"How what works?"

"Everytime you screw up, you use your magic powers to make me forget what a fucking prick you are and I forgive you," I reply. "Isn't that right?"

He purses his lips and doesn't answer.

"Newsflash, Maxwell, your little trick doesn't work on me anymore," I inform him as I close my suitcase and start to head for the door.

"You can't leave," Max sputters. "We have to stick together."

I draw my pistol and point it at him as I back out of the hotel room. "I'd like to see you try to stop me."

His hands go up and he takes a step forward. I chamber a round. His eyes widen and he backs away from me. I've won this time.

I slam the door, holster my weapon and sprint downstairs to the parking lot.

Maria tries to head me off as I climb in my jeep.

I grimace. "I've gotta get out of here, Maria."

She climbs in the passenger seat and throws her bag in the back. "Then let's go."

I turn my key in the ignition and the engine roars to life. We speed out of the parking lot heading for I-10.

Title: Half Life
Author: Christina Buchanan
Email: SixPacsChic@hotmail.com
Rating: Adult
Category: Supernatural/Roswell- Liz/ Dean
Summary: Liz remembers things that Max made her forget over the years.
Spoilers: Post Graduation/ Second season Superatural
Disclaimer: I don't own either show or the characters. I'm just borrowing them. Don't sue. Lyrics are by Ivy.
Author's Notes: This is my very first crossover. I just hope it turns out as good as my mind is making it out to be.

Chapter One: Edge of the Ocean

There's a place I dream about
Where the sun never goes out.
And the sky is deep and blue.
Won't you take me there with you.

Ohhh, we can begin again.
Shed our skin, let the sun shine in.
At the edge of the ocean
We can start over again.

There's a world I've always known
Somewhere far away from home.
When I close my eyes I see
All the space and mystery.

Ohhh, we can begin again.
Shed our skin, let the sun shine in.
At the edge of the ocean
We can start over again.

- Ivy "Edge of the Ocean"

Eleven hours and about seven hundred miles later, we're in Wilcox, Arizona. Maria is sleeping in our motel room while I'm sitting on the balcony staring at my steaming cup of coffee. I haven't been able to sleep since I found out. I glance at the bottle of Ambien beside me. Maria's been taking them for about a year. Maybe just one. . .

We're sitting outside of the dollar theater sharing what's left of our Coke. He told me that Fight Club was a comedy.

"You tricked me," I grumble.

He smirks at me. "But you enjoyed it."

"Maybe," I allow, "but you still tricked me."

"Look, I'll make it up tp you," he says.

I arch one eyebrow."And how are you going to do that?"

He smirks in that way that lets you know he's up to no good. "You'll see."

"Have I mentioned that I don't like surprises?" I ask.

"Well, I hate to dissapoint you, but life's chock-full of them," he informs me.

"Speaking from personal experience?"

He nods, looking uncomfortable.

"So when should I expect this make-up?" I ask effectively changing the subject.

He shrugs. "Tomorrow good for you?"

My aunt pulls up and honks once.

"Sure," I reply standing up. "Pick me up at two."

He stands up and walks me to the car, kissing my cheek before opening the door for me. "Goodnight, Liz."

"Good morning, Liz."

I open my eyes and stare up at Maria. Exhaling, I sit up and take the mug she's offering. It's that blackberry sage tea she loves. I take a sip and smile a little.

"Good dream?" she asks.

"Another memory," I answer.

She sips her own tea thoughtfully. "Which one?"

"We were outside the movie theater after we'd seen Fight Club." I told her.

"Do you really think you're going to find him in Florida?" Maria asks me worriedly.

I shrug and gulp down the rest of my tea. "I have to try."

"Have you tried to astral project to him yet?"

"No," I admit, "I just have this feeling that I'll find him there."

She takes my mug and rinses it out in the sink. "You know I'm just along for the ride so I'm going to trust your insticts on this one."

I nod. "We'll head out after breakfast."

After breakfast we go back to the room to pack. Maria's wrapping her coffee mugs as I stuff my jeans in the laundry bag. She had once told me that if she was going to wake up in a different place every morning, she'd like to drink her tea out of the same mugs just so that something in her life was permanent.

"Can I ask you something?" she interrupts my train of thought.

"Sure," I say.

"What does it feel like to remember all those things?" Maria asks.

I smile. "Like I'm going home."

Title: Half Life
Author: Christina Buchanan
Email: SixPacsChic@hotmail.com
Rating: Adult
Category: Supernatural/Roswell- Liz/ Dean
Summary: Liz remembers things that Max made her forget over the years.
Spoilers: Post Departure/ Second season Supernatural
Disclaimer: I don't own either show or the characters. I'm just borrowing them. Don't sue. Lyrics are by Counting Crows.
Author's Notes: This is my very first crossover. I just hope it turns out as good as my mind is making it out to be.

Chapter Two: A Long December

And it's been a long December and there's reason to believe
Maybe this year will be better than the last
I can't remember all the times I tried to tell my myself
To hold on to these moments as they pass
And it's one more day up in the canyon
And it's one more night in Hollywood
It's been so long since I've seen the ocean...I guess I should

-Counting Crows "A Long December"

We're in San Antonio when Maria gets a message from Michael.

She frowns as she reads his text message. "Max is headed this way."

I sigh and take a sip of my Coke. "How much time do we have?"

"They're about an hour out," Maria informs me.

"Shit,' I mutter as I throw a few bills on the counter and stand up.

Maria flips her phone closed and follows me out the door. "Good thing we traded the jeep in."

"Yeah," I agree sadly as I climb into my 1978 Datsun 280Z.

"Come on," Maria coaxes as I start up the car. "Fast, sexy car, remember?"

"I know," I say as I tear out of the parking lot, "but I hate driving stick."

"Which is weird, 'cause you're scary-good at it," she points out.

I grin. "I know."

We head north on I-35 and end up in Kansas a few days later. Max is heading for Florida and still thinks he's hot on our trail. I should have known that he knew exactly which memories he was taking from me.

Maria and I are in a mall in Topeka shopping for new clothes. She insists that we need to update our wardrobes if we're going to fit in. This is as much fun as I've been allowed to have in about three years and I'm taking advantage of every minute.

"So what if Max stays in Florida?" Maria asks me as we stop to rest at a cyber cafe after covering the entire top floor.

"He'll move on in a few weeks," I answer. "He's too fucking paranoid to stay in one place too long."

"Michael's not so sure he will this time," Maria says.

I frown and take a sip of my coffee. "Well, I guess I'll have to find him some other way then."

"Maybe you should take this as a sign," Maria suggests.

"I'm not going back to Max if that's what you're suggesting," I say sharply.

"I wasn't even thinking that," Maria assures me. "Just that maybe these memories are more a sign that you should split off from Max. Maybe try to have the life you would have had if he hadn't stolen that entire summer from you."

I consider this as Maria checks her messages again. The screensaver on the computer in front of me catches my eye. It's aquarium fish.

We had gone to the Florida Aquarium as our make-up date. He bought me dinner and a shell bracelet that I still wear on my left ankle.

It might not ever be anything more than a summer fling, but something tells me that I have to take that chance and find out.

"Apparently, he's been having Isabel dreamwalk you," Maria tells me. "They've turned north."

"Good," I say. "We'll head south then."

Maria looks at me funny. "You planted a fake dream or something,didn't you?"

"As far as Max knows, it's real," I reply smiling.

Maria rises from her seat and throws away her soda bottle. "When are we heading out?"

I down the rest of my coffee and stand up. "After we finish the downstairs half of the mall."

Title: Half Life
Author: Christina Buchanan
Email: SixPacsChic@hotmail.com
Rating: Adult
Category: Supernatural/Roswell- Liz/ Dean
Summary: Liz remembers things that Max made her forget over the years.
Spoilers: Post Graduation/ Second season Supernatural
Disclaimer: I don't own either show or the characters. I'm just borrowing them. Don't sue. Lyrics are by Aqualung.
Author's Notes: This is my very first crossover. I just hope it turns out as good as my mind is making it out to be.

Chapter Three: Brighter than Sunshine

I never understood before
I never knew what love was for
My heart was broke, my head was sore
What a feeling

Tied up in ancient history
I didnt believe in destiny
I look up you're standing next to me
What a feeling
- Aqualung "Brighter than Sunshine"

I open my eyes and look at the clock. It's six-ten. Taking care not to wake Maria, I get out of bed and turn on the coffee pot. By the time I'm dressed, the coffee's done brewing so I pour myself a cup and head down to the beach. The sky is a hazy pre-dawn color and the water as smooth as glass. I smile and take a seat on my favorite chair.

"Come here often?"

I jump spilling my coffee on the ground in front of me. "Shit."

"Sorry."

I frown. "It's okay. I should have been paying attention."

"Here," he says, offering me his cup. "I've got two."

"Won't whomever you're waiting for be angry that you gave away their coffee?" I ask, eyeing him suspiciously.

"It's for my brother, who can live without the caffine if you ask me," he assures me. "I'm Sam, by the way."

"Liz," I answer as I take the offered cup.

"Just so you know, there's like twelve sugars in there," Sam warns me as I take my first sip.

I sigh contentedly. "Just the way I like it."

He shakes his head. "Dean'll definately like you."

"Like who, Sammy?"

My heart drops to my stomach when I hear his voice. I turn and look up at him. "Me."

He stares at me."You. . ."

I give him a small smile and hand him his coffee cup. "Hi, Dean."

"You two know each other?" Sam asks us.

Dean's still staring at me as he nods his head. "Yeah. Long time ago."

"Six years," I murmur.

"Liz," Sam muses, "Isn't she the one that dad almost had a coronary over?"

Dean grimaces."Yep."

Sam rises from his deck chair with a knowing smirk. "In that case, I should let you two catch up. I'll be back at the hotel."

"Nice to meet you, Sam," I call after him.

He waves in response.

"So," Dean says, sitting on the chair next to me, "What have you been up to for the past six years?"

I bite my lip. Where to start? Vegas, Prom, my best friend's funeral, holding up a convienence store, graduation, becoming a fugitive from the FBI, my marriage to a controlling prick, or the fact that I left him to find the very person I'm sitting next to; a summer fling from half a decade ago? Don't think so.

I shrug. "Oh, the usual. You?"

"About the same," he tells me.

"Yeah," I sigh.

He turns toward me and studies me with an almost mystified expression. "It's weird that we ran into each other like this."

"I've been coming down here every morning for the past month," I admit. "The morning before I left, that we spent out here was one of the few moments of peace I've had in the past six years."

He chuckles a bit. "How exciting can Roswell be?"

"You'd be surprised," I say wryly.

"I somehow doubt that," he says with a smirk.

"Why, Dean Winchester, you're not jaded, are you?" I ask teasingly.

A short bark of laughter escapes his lips. "Jaded would be an understatement, Liz." He takes a sip of his coffee and turns back to the ocean.

Title: Half Life
Author: Christina Buchanan
Email: SixPacsChic@hotmail.com
Rating: Adult
Category: Supernatural/Roswell- Liz/ Dean
Summary: Liz remembers things that Max made her forget over the years.
Spoilers: Post Graduation/ Second season Supernatural
Disclaimer: I don't own either show or the characters. I'm just borrowing them. Don't sue. Lyrics are by Incubus.
Author's Notes: This is my very first crossover. I just hope it turns out as good as my mind is making it out to be.

Chapter Four: Echo

There's something about the look in your eyes
Something I noticed when the light was just right
It reminded me twice that I was alive
And it reminded me that you're so worth the fight

My biggest fear will be the rescue of me
Strange how it turns out that way
Could you show me dear
Something I've not seen?
Something infinitely interesting
-- Incubus "Echo"

I bend over to retrieve my coffee mug, causing my jacket to ride up in the back.

"Nice gun," Dean comments, poking the handle of the glock in the waistband of my pants.

"Someone once told me that it was a good chick gun," I say with a smirk.

"At least it's not a Derringer." he says.

"Thanks," I say as I pull the gun out of my pants and put it in my bag.

His expression is suddenly serious. "Why do you have a gun, Liz?"

I shrug. "It's kind of like an American Express card. I don't leave home without it."

"More boyfriend troubles?"

"Something like that," I answer.

"If you don't wanna talk about it, that's cool," Dean tells me.

I nod and fiddle with the zipper of my jacket. "It's just really complicated."

"Yeah, I know how that is," he says.

"So you're totally fine with the fact that I carry I gun?" I ask.

He shrugs. "A girl's got to protect herself."

"And you're also okay with the fact that I haven't told you why I'm here or anything?"

"I'm sure you've got your reasons for not telling me much," he says.

I bite my lip and start to wonder if this is all some crazy dream. Like maybe I made Dean out to be this great thing in my mind and now I'm dreaming this entire scenerio instead of staring at the spot in the sand that soaked up all the coffee Sam made me spill earlier. But if I were dreaming this is the point where Maria would come in like the devil that sits on someone's left shoulder and she would start singing about how I should fall madly in love with Dean and offer to have his babies. So I'm not dreaming. Which means that Dean Winchester is my new favorite person.

I finally tear my eyes away from the sand and look back at Dean. " Can I buy you breakfast?"

He looks a bit stunned. "Sure."

I stand up and fish my car keys out of my bag. "Great. I'll drive."

"Lead the way," he says, following my out to the parking lot.

When we finally get to my car, Dean's jaw nearly hits the ground.

I can't help but grin. "She's pretty isn't she?"

"Understatement, Liz," he says as he runs his hand along the fender. "Wow."

"My best friend talked me into buying it," I confess. "She said I needed something fast and sexy."

Dean grins. " So you settled for the car until I showed up."

"Right," I say, blushing a little.

He grins even wider.

I toss him the keys and get in the passenger side. "You drive."

His eyes light up like a kid at Christmas. "Really?"

"You two deserve each other," I say with a smirk.

"Funny," he says poking me in the side as he settles into the driver's seat.

"I thought so," I say with a cheeky grin.

He rolls his eyes. "Where to?"

"Where did we always eat every Saturday?" I ask him.

Fifteen minutes later, we're at Golden Corral.

"This is so much better than the crap I eat on the road," he confesses between bites of pancake.

"Ditto," I say taking a sip of orange juice.

"What do you do on the road?" he asks.

"I've more or less settled down for the moment, but I've pretty much been moving around the country since I was seventeen," I tell him. "I'd been doing odd jobs, but I really wanted to stay in a place that was familiar where nobody knew me for a while."

"What happened to Harvard?"

I roll my eyes. "Max."

"He knock you up or something?" Dean asks half-joking.

I choke on my juice a little. "God, no. He just made my life a lot more complicated than it had to be."

"Hence the gun," Dean notes.

I nod. "So what about you?"

"Took up the family business after Dad passed away," he replies.

"And that is?"

"Traveling bible salesman," he answers.

I sigh. "Seriously."

"Let's just say that you knowing what I do will lead to a whole lot more complications that you don't need," Dean assures me.

"If you can beat being on the run from the FBI then you don't have to tell me," I offer.

He gives me one of those 'you've got to be kidding' looks and turns back to his pancakes. "I am on the run from the FBI."

It isn't funny, but a start giggling anyway. "We're like twins."

"How did someone like you end up a fugitive?" Dean demands.

"You knowing that will only lead to more complications you don't need," I tell him, using his own words against him.

"Fair enough," he says.

"That's what I like about you, Dean," I say. "You never ask for more than I'm willing to give."

Title: Half Life
Author: Christina Buchanan
Email: SixPacsChic@hotmail.com
Rating: Adult
Category: Supernatural/Roswell- Liz/ Dean
Summary: Liz remembers things that Max made her forget over the years.
Spoilers: Post Graduation/ Second season Supernatural
Disclaimer: I don't own either show or the characters. I'm just borrowing them. Don't sue. Quote about pie taken from Supernatural. Lyrics are by Semisonic.
Author's Notes: This is my very first crossover. I just hope it turns out as good as my mind is making it out to be.

Chapter Five: Completely Pleased

I wanted to leave you
Completely pleased
Sleep drifting above you
Sweetly released

I want to see you smiling
Weak in the knees
I want to see you come, come
Completely pleased
I want to give you something
Priceless and free
And free

I wanted to leave you
Completely pleased
Sleep drifting above you
Sweetly complete/at peace

I want to see you hazy
Dazed and confused I
Want to see you come, come
Completely used up
I want to give you something
Forever and true
And true
-- Semisonic "Completely Pleased"

The beach is already busy with tourists by the time we get back, so Dean and I sit in the parking lot, talking.

"So you live here?" Dean asks.

I nod. "See those little cottages?"

"Nice," he says appreciatively.

"It's got a kitchen and everything," I tell him.

"Well I know where I'm going for dinner," he jokes.

I smile. "Would you like to come over tonight?"

"Could you make that killer lasagna?" he requests.

"Only cause you asked so nice," I reply.

"You're my new favorite person," he says matter-of-factly.

I chuckle. "Funny, I was thinking the same thing about you earlier this morning."

Dean grins, then fishes his phone out and answers. "Hey Sammy . . . Breakfast with Liz. . . Well, sorry you had to settle for McDonalds man."

I giggle.

"Hey, Liz, can Sam come for dinner too?" he asks me, covering the mouthpiece.

"Sure, but he has to spring for dessert," I answer.

Dean rolls his eyes at his brother's response. "He wants to know what you want him to bring."

"Pie!" I say excitedly.

"Pie?" I overhear Sam asking.

"Hell yes," I confirm. "I love me some pie."

"Girl after my own heart, here," Deans says into the phone then turns back to me. "What time?"

"Seven okay?" I ask.

"Seven," he tells Sam. "I'll see you soon."

He closes his phone. "Sorry about that."

"Perks of the job," I joke.

He laughs. "Yeah."

"So how long are you here for?" I ask leaning my head on his shoulder.

He drapes his arm around my back resting his hand on my waist. "Depends on how long the job takes."

"Not as long as you were here last time though?"

"Probably not," he answers after a beat.

I pull a notepad out of my bag and scribble down my number. "So you can call me whenever you're in the area."

He takes the paper and copies it into his phone. "And if I'm not in the area?"

"Call me anyway," I tell him.

"I'm warning you, I don't keep a normal schedule," he tells me as he writes his number on a piece of paper.

"Neither do I," I say, taking the slip of paper from his hand and stuffing it in my address book.

Dean stands up. "Well, I've got some stuff to take care of before tonight."

"Me too," I admit, rising from the ground. "Plus, Maria's probably freaking out, wondering where I am."

"I'll see you at seven," he says as he wraps me up in a hug.

My memories are a pale comparison of how good it feels to hug Dean. I'd seriously stay like this all day if I didn't have things to do.

"It was really nice to see you again," I tell him as he releases me.

He nods. "Thanks for breakfast."

"You're welcome," I reply.

"And for letting me drive your car," he adds after a moment.

"For someone who claims to be fast and sexy, you sure are stalling a lot," I tease.

Never let it be said that Dean Winchester does anything half-assed. The kiss just about knocks me off my feet, but his arm snakes around my back to keep me upright. It's the best kiss I've had in years.

After a few moments he pulls back. "I'll see you tonight."

I'm grinning like an idiot. "Looking forward to it."

Dean looks me up and down one more time. Whether guaging my reaction or committing me to memory , I'm not quite sure. Reluctantly, we go our separate ways after that.

"Someone's in a good mood," Maria notes as I practically bounce into our apartment.

"He's here!" I tell her excitedly.

Maria chokes on her tea a little. "You mean the guy from that summer?"

"His name is Dean and we had breakfast," I ramble. "And oh my God, he can kiss."

"Wow," Maria says in amazement.

"He's coming over for dinner," I tell her. "I'm making lasagna."

"Is this a private affair or can I join?" Maria asks hopefully.

"Of course," I reply as I start digging through my recipe box. "He's bringing his brother, and they're bringing pie."

Her eyebrows quirk in interest. "What kind of pie?"

"Does it matter?"

She sips her tea thoughtfully.

"What's on your mind?" I ask.

"I was just thinking that maybe I should head out soon since you found Dean and everything," Maria tells me.

"You don't have to," I assure her. "It's not like Dean's gonna move in or anything."

"Oh?"

"He's on the road a lot," I explain. "He'll see me when he can."

"And you're okay with that?" Maria asks skeptically.

"After seven years of being smothered, I'm more than okay with that," I say.

"Well, since you put it that way," Maria says, understanding.

"I'll understand if you want to go, though," I tell her. "I know you miss Michael."

"Spaceboy can live without me for a few more weeks," Maria assures me.

I smile.

"That way you can introduce me to Dean's cute brother." Maria says conspiratorially. "He is cute, right?"

Title: Half Life
Author: Christina Buchanan
Email: SixPacsChic@hotmail.com
Rating: Adult
Category: Supernatural/Roswell- Liz/ Dean
Summary: Liz remembers things that Max made her forget over the years.
Spoilers: Post Graduation/ Second season Supernatural
Disclaimer: I don't own either show or the characters. I'm just borrowing them. Don't sue. Lyrics are by Foreigner
Author's Notes: This is my very first crossover. I just hope it turns out as good as my mind is making it out to be.

Chapter Six: Hot Blooded

Well, I'm hot blooded, check it and see
I got a fever of a hundred and three
Come on baby, do you do more than dance?
I'm hot blooded, I'm hot blooded

You don't have to read my mind, to know what I have in mind
Honey you oughta know
Now you move so fine, let me lay it on the line
I wanna know what you're doin' after the show

Now its up to you, we can make a secret rendezvous
Just me and you, Ill show you lovin' like you never knew
-- Foreigner "Hot Blooded"

It's four-thirty by the time the mail arrives, and Maria comes bounding into the apartment with a manila envelope. "It's from Boston!"

"Thank you, Jesse," I murmur as I tear into the envelope and extract the papers telling me that my divorce is final.

"Guess El Presidente got the message," Maria comments wryly.

"A loaded gun pointed center mass tends to send a pretty clear message," I say as I file the papers away and take a seat on the couch,

"So that's how you got out of the hotel room so fast," Maria realizes.

I nod. "Yep."

"At least he wasn't dumb enough to think you'd want to reconcile," she says. "Michael says he's stopped looking for you since the divorce papers came."

"He'll start up the search again," I assure her. "He still thinks we're safer as one big happy family."

"Except without the happy part," Maria mutters. "Michael was right about it being safer for us to split up."

"Is that why you're staying?" I ask.

"Partly," she admits, "but I also miss it being just you and me."

"When men were a temporary distraction instead of the be-all-end-all of our existence," I add dramatically.

"Exactly," Maria agrees. "More distractions, less look-into-my-eyes-soulmate crap."

"How does Michael feel about your new-found philosophy?" I ask raising an eyebrow.

"I'm betting he'll hate it when he finds out," Maria replies.

I giggle.

Maria rolls her eyes. "We haven't been officially together for like six years. Who the hell his he to begrudge me a little fun?"

Seven o'clock rolls around and I'm waiting outside the apartment. The lasagna is cooling on the counter. Inside Maria is singing "I'll Get Even With You" by Foreigner at the top of her lungs. I chuckle a little and think of Max.

"You know Liz, I'm really impressed." Dean deadpans as he and Sam walk up to me. "I never expected you to hire entertainment for dinner."

I nod. "That's Maria. She loves to sing."

"She's got good taste too," Dean adds.

"I forgot that you only enjoy music that was made before my birth year," I tease.

Sam snickers.

Dean elbows him in the gut. "Dude, shut up and give the woman her pie."

I take the pie from Sam as Maria starts singing "Head Games."

"She skipped a song," Dean notes.

I roll my eyes and lead them inside.

"They're here!" I announce as we walk through the front door.

Maria stops singing and turns down the stereo. "Hi!"

"Sam and Dean, meet Maria," I say.

"Nice music," Dean comments.

"Thanks," Maria says. "Gotta love the classics." Her expression brightens. "Is that key lime?"

"Drinks?" I offer as I make my way over to the kitchen. "We have Coke, beer, water and tea."

"Beer," both Dean and Sam say at the same time.

"Coke," Maria adds afterward.

I bring the drinks to the table and then dish up the lasagna. "Everyone dig in."

"Since when do you drink?" Dean asks, teasing.

Maria snickers. "Since it pisses off the ex."

I kick Maria under the table. "I happen to be of age, now, and I enjoy a good beer buzz as much as the next person."

Dean and I clink our bottles together and go back to our respective meals.

Maria turns to Sam. "She's celebrating since her divorce was finalized today."

I bite back a groan as Dean shoots me a questioning look.

"Congratulations, I guess," Sam says uncertainly.

"Thanks," I respond, smiling thinly.

I spend the rest of the meal in silent contemplation as Maria flirts shamelessly with Sam.

"Wanna go for a walk?" Dean asks, drawing my gaze away from my half eaten pie.

I nod and follow him out of the apartment.

"Give 'em an hour or so," Dean says, checking his watch.

"It won't take her that long to talk him out of his pants," I remark dryly.

He chuckles. "Glad I'm not the only one who noticed."

"I just hope he can handle her," I say.

"High maintenance?"

"More than you'll ever know," I answer.

"She got a husband too?" he asks.

"I deserved that," I admit. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you."

"Would have been nice to know in case I had to kick his ass," he says.

I snort. "I'd pay good money to see that."

"I can hold my own in a fight," Dean says defensively.

"Oh, I believe you," I tell him. "That's why I'd like to see it."

He smirks.

"And speaking of holding your own," I say. "Do you still suck at pool?"

"Lead the way to a table and I'll show you who sucks," he challenges me.

"Alight."

We make our way down a side street to a small pub where I play regularly. I reserve a table and order a pitcher of beer for us.

"Best out of three?" he asks.

"Sure," I agree. "You rack, I'll break."

Two hours later we're both half drunk and Dean is on his final shot. He makes it, winning two out of the three games.

"You let me win, back then," I accuse him as I down the last of my beer.

"No," he says. "I really was that bad."

"Well, you've proved me wrong," I tell him as we exit the bar.

"So what do I get?" he asks smirking down at me.

I lean back against the side of the building. "The thrill of victory."

"Not quite the thrill I was hoping for," he says.

I tug on his coat, pulling him toward me. "Shut up."

He brushes his lips along my neck making me shiver. Teeth graze my collarbone and a breathy moan winds it's way out of my throat.

"Let's go back to my place," he whispers as he nips at my earlobe.

Title: Half Life
Author: Christina Buchanan
Email: SixPacsChic@hotmail.com
Rating: Adult
Category: Supernatural/Roswell- Liz/ Dean
Summary: Liz remembers things that Max made her forget over the years.
Spoilers: Post Graduation/ Second season Supernatural
Disclaimer: I don't own either show or the characters. I'm just borrowing them. Don't sue. Lyrics are by Foo Fighters.
Author's Notes: This is my very first crossover. I just hope it turns out as good as my mind is making it out to be.

Chapter Seven: Everlong

Hello, I've waited here for you, everlong
Tonight, I throw myself into and out of the red, out of her head she sang

Come down and waste away with me, down with me
Slow how, you wanted it to be, I'm over my head, out of her head she sang
And I wonder when I sing along with you if everything could ever feel this real forever
If anything could ever be this good again

The only thing I'll ever ask of you
You've got to promise not to stop when I say when she sang

Breathe out, so I can breathe you in, hold you in
And now, I know you've always been out of your head, out of my head I sang
And I wonder when I sing along with you if everything could ever feel this real forever
If anything could ever be this good again

The only thing I'll ever ask of you
You've got to promise not to stop when I say when she sang

And I wonder if everything could ever feel this real forever
If anything could ever be this good again
The only thing I'll ever ask of you
You've got to promise not to stop when I say when
-- Foo Fighters "Everlong"

We barely make it through the door of his hotel room before he starts removing clothes. Fortunately he has the good sense to chain lock the door in case Sam comes back early.

I brace myself against the door as his tongue assaults my neck. He presses himself against me and I can feel his erection staining against my hip.

"Bed," I murmur pushing him toward the other side of the room.

I push him back into the mattress and lay down beside him, kissing him passionately. His hands trail down my arms and across my back where deft fingers release the clasp of my bra. He removes the offending garment and throws it across the room.

"You're pretty good at that," I remark breathlessly.

Dean grins as he kisses and licks his way down my body. He pauses just below my ribs giving extra attention the the faint scar. I arch off the bed and let out a deep moan. My senses are on overload and before I know it my panties are gone and he's inside of me.

It's back-bending, sheet-clawing, mind-numbing sex. The kind of sex I never had with Max because was too afraid of hurting me. I push those thoughts away as Dean nips at my jawline. This is better than any alien sex I could have ever had.

He presses into me, my hips meeting his thrust for thrust. I dig my heels into his backside urging him deeper. His pace increases and I lose all coherant thought as we sprial higher.

"Oh god, I'm-" I don't even finish the sentence as my orgasm rips through me.

Dean follows shortly after, collapsing on top of me. "Wow."

"Yeah," I agree panting.

He rolls off of me and disposes of the used condom. I'm glad he had the sense to use one since I was too far gone to care. Laying down beside me, he starts tracing his fingers over my cooling skin. A shiver runs through my body when he brushes over the scar.

"What's it from?" he asks.

"Gunshot wound," I answer.

"Shit," he says surprised, propping himself up on one elbow. "How did that happen?"

"I was working at my parents' diner and a fight broke out between two customers," I explain. "I was in the wrong place at the wrong time."

"Considering the location of this scar, you should have bled out," Dean says.

"I guess you could say that I got lucky."

"Oh?"

I take a deep breath and decide to go for it. "Max was there and he healed me."

"Okay."

"You don't sound surprised by this," I say.

"Doesn't even blip on my weird shit radar," Dean tells me, "Well maybe a little, but I've definately seen and heard of stranger."

"What if I told you that he changed me so that I was like him when he healed me?" I ask.

His eyebrows raise. "You can heal?"

I nod. "That's one of the things I can do."

"So what is Max?" he asks. "Is he human?"

"Mostly," I answer.

"And the other part?" he prods.

I sigh. "That's where it gets complicated."

"How is that?"

"People who know too much tend to end up dead instaed of in prison when the FBI catches up to them," I reply grimly.

Dean nods. "Fair enough."

"And since we're getting all confessional here," I continue, "What do you do that puts you on the FBI's most wanted list?"

"You sure you want to know?" he asks.

I smile. "It's only fair that I get to know some of your secrets too."

"We hunt down the supernatural," he explains. "If it's evil, we kill it."

"Like ghosts?"

"And demons and vampires," Dean adds.

I furrow my brow. "Now, don't get me wrong. I believe you. Hell, I've seen a few ghosts in my lifetime, but demons?"

"Yep," he says.

"Okay."

He breathes a sigh of releif. "The last girl I told that flat out called me crazy."

"Under different circumstances, I might have too," I admit.

"I guess I should consider myself lucky that you're not normal," he says.

I smirk at him. "Smooth, Dean. Real smooth."

He rolls on top of me, pinning me to the bed. "I am or you wouldn't be here right now."

I bite my lip and grin up at him. "Feels like someone's up for round two."

He quirks his eyebrows and grins back at me. "You know it."

Title: Half Life
Author: Christina Buchanan
Email: SixPacsChic@hotmail.com
Rating: Adult
Category: Supernatural/Roswell- Liz/ Dean
Summary: Liz remembers things that Max made her forget over the years.
Spoilers: Post Graduation/ Second season Supernatural
Disclaimer: I don't own either show or the characters. I'm just borrowing them. Don't sue. Some dialog taken from Skin and Bones. Lyrics are by Sarah McLachlan.
Author's Notes: This is my very first crossover. I just hope it turns out as good as my mind is making it out to be.

Chapter Eight: Building a Mystery

you come out at night
that's when the energy comes
and the dark side's light
and the vampires roam
you strut your rasta wear
and your suicide poem
and a cross from a faith
that died before Jesus came
you're building a mystery

you live in a church
where you sleep with voodoo dolls
and you won't give up the search
for the ghosts in the halls
you wear sandals in the snow
and a smile that won't wash away
can you look out the window
without your shadow getting in the way
oh you're so beautiful
with an edge and a charm
but so careful
when I'm in your arms

'cause you're working
building a mystery
holding on and holding it in
yeah you're working
building a mystery
and choosing so carefully

you woke up screaming aloud
a prayer from your secret god
you feed off our fears
and hold back your tears

give us a tantrum
and a know it all grin
just when we need one
when the evening's thin

oh you're a beautiful
a beautiful fucked up man
you're setting up your
razor wire shrine
--Sarah McLachlan "Building a Mystery"

I'm in the airport lounge waiting for my flight when an older man approaches me.

"Liz Parker?" he asks.

I raise an eyebrow. "Yes?"

"I need to talk to you about my son," he says.

"I already heard what you said to him about me," I say defensively. "Don't worry Mr. Winchester, I'll probably never see him again."

"It'd be better if you just forgot about him," he tells me.

"I should be allowed to keep my memories," I say half-joking.

He sighs and sits down next to me. "And if I told you it would be safer if you didn't, would that make a difference?"

I shiver runs through my body. "What are you talking about?"

"The thing that killed their mother will kill you too if you don't just forget about us," he tells me.

"Why are you telling me this?" I ask.

"Because by the time you get home, you won't remember any of this," he replies.

"Flight 307 from Tampa, Florida to Albuquerque New Mexico is now boarding . . ."

I stand up and grab my bag. "As fun as this has been, Mr. Winchester, I have to go."

He gets up and hands me my phone. "I can see why Dean likes you."

"I can see where your son got his pick-pocketing skills from," I shoot back with a smirk.

"Goodbye, Liz," he says.

My palm is burning as I get on the plane. I find my seat and examine my hand to find a marking on my palm. Maybe there was something to what Mr. Winchester was saying. I take out my phone to call Dean only to discover that his number has been erased. A heavy feeling settles in my chest. If I don't believe in something, it can't affect me, can it? I scribble the symbol on a cocktail napkin, stick it in my pocket and decide to look it up when I get home.

I call Alex when I get home and we sit in front of the computer for hours trying to figure out what the hell John Winchester burned into my palm.

"Far as I can tell it's Enochian," Alex tells me. "Where did you say you found this?"

"Some new age shop," I lie. "I need to know what it means."

"It a lot of symbols all wrapped up in one," Alex says. "It could be for anything."

"Well maybe we can break it down," I say hopefully.

Alex turns to me concerned. "Look, Liz, maybe you shouldn't be messing with this stuff."

"What do you mean?" I ask.

"From what I've read, some of this stuff can get pretty dark," he tells me. "Most of these sites are talking about magick spells and trapping demons."

What the hell? I start chewing my bottom lip nervously, the heavy feeling in my chest increasing. "Maybe you're right."

"I know I'm right," he says as he exits the browser and crumples up the cocktail napkin with the symbol on it. "Even Miss DeLuca doesn't dabble in this crap."

I nod. "Thanks, Alex."

A few nights later, I see Max outside the Crashdown.

"Hey," I greet him.

"Hey," he returns. "Let me ask you a question. I know what you said . . . that things couldn't go back to the way they were, but pretend they could for just one second. Could you and I go back, too?"

"I. . . I can't pretend, Max."

Max touches my arm and images of us flood my mind. A small smile tugs at the corner of my mouth as I remember all the good things we shared, but at the same time I feel like something is being taken from me.

"What?" Max asks as his hand drops.

I shake my head. "Nothing. Good night."

"Night, Liz."

The sound of the shower running and someone pounding at the door draws me out of my dream/memory.

"Dammit Dean. Let me in!" Sam yells irately through the gap in the door.

I pull on Dean's black t-shirt and my panties and walk over to the door. "Good morning Sam."

"Hey, Liz," he greets me. "Mind unchaining the door?"

"Depends. Did you bring coffee?" I ask.

He holds up a steaming cup. "Extra large for you two to share."

I close the door, unchain it and let Sam into the room. "Come on in."

Sam hands me the coffee and sits on his bed. An awkward silence settles over the room as we sip our coffees.

Sam looks up from his cup. "Dinner was great last night."

"Thanks," I say. "The pie was really good too."

He shrugs. "Dean picked it out."

"Did you have a good time with Maria?" I ask.

Sam grimaces and starts rubbing his temples. "It was okay."

"Her ability to hold a coherent conversation mid-coitus is a bit unnerving, isn't it?" I ask with a knowing smile.

"How did you--?"

"We've been best friends pretty much since birth," I explain.

"Gotcha," he says.

I hear the water cut off in the bathroom and I start to gather up my clothes. "I swear he takes longer than Maria in the shower."

Sam starts laughing as Dean emerges from the bathroom.

"Dude, shut up," Dean grumbles.

"So grumpy," I tease. "Have coffee."

He takes the cup from me and kisses my cheek. "Love the shirt."

"You threw my clothes half-way across the room," I say. "It was the first thing I could find."

"It would look better on the floor," he says tugging on the hem of the shirt.

Sam clears his throat.

I grin. "As enticing as that is, I think your brother's been traumatized enough for one twenty-four hour period."

"Something bad happen?" Dean asks.

"Maria likes to talk during sex," I answer. "A lot."

He wrinkles up his nose. "Ugh."

"I'm going for a shower," I tell him as I squeeze past him into the bathroom.

I close the door and start to undress, listening to their conversation.

"You told her, didn't you?" Sam accuses.

"So what?"

"Is this how it was with Cassie?" Sam asks.

"Don't go bringing that up," Dean warns.

I turn on the water and step under the spray. The noise of the shower drowns out the rest of the argument. I think about Cassie and wonder if she's still alive. I flinch as I hear the door slam and Dean lets out a curse.

Dean's pacing the room when I finally come out of the bathroom.

I put my hand on his shoulder. "Hey, you okay?"

His jaw is clenched. "Peachy."

"If me being here is going to cause problems with you and Sam . . ." I trail off looking down at the worn carpet.

He waves me off. "Sam's just being Sam."

"So that other girl you told, Cassie, is she still alive?" I ask looking up to meet his eyes.

"Yeah," he replies looking genuinely confused. "She lives in Missouri."

"I just don't understand . . ." I mumble.

"Liz, what's going on?"

"You remember the morning I left and the conversation we had about your dad?" I ask.

"Yeah," he says. "Why?"

"He came to me at the airport," I explain. "He told me that I should forget about you, that it was safer, that I could die just like your mom if we stayed in touch."

Dean swallows thickly averting his gaze.

I take a breath an continue. "He erased your number from my phone and burned something into my hand and when Max touched me I guess it activated or something and I forgot about you."

"When did it wear off?" Dean asks.

"I started remembering things last year," I told him. "I thought that Max had done it because he was jealous and that I was just building up a resistance."

"Whatever Dad used must have dispelled when he died," Dean concludes.

"Was he right about me being in danger?"

Dean scrubs his face with his hands. "I don't know."

I walk over to the desk to retrieve my purse. "I think I'd better go."

"You don't have to," he says almost pleading with me to stay.

"I'll call you tonight," I tell him. "I promise."

He nods.

I leave the motel room and walk back to my apartment. The weather looks like it could turn at any minute. Maria's blaring Sarah McLachlan on the stereo, a sure sign that she's feeling angsty. I step inside and set my purse down.

"But I fear I have nothing to give, I have so much to lose here in this lonely place, tangled up in our embrace, there's nothing I'd like better than to fall," Maria sings. "but I fear, I have nothing to give, I have so much to lose, I have nothing to give, we have so much to lose."

"You miss him don't you?" I ask after the song ends.

Maria nods and turns off the stereo. "I feel bad for leading Sam on and everything, but I really do miss Michael."

"I'll drive you to the bus station tomorrow," I offer.

"I don't want to ditch out," Maria tries to protest. "You'll be here all by yours--"

"I'll be okay on my own," I assure her. "Now get packing."

"Thanks Liz." She hugs me and bounces off to the bedroom.

I take out my phone and call Michael.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Michael, it's Liz," I say.

"Is everything okay?" he asks.

I chuckle a bit. "Everything's fine."

"So what's up?"

"Where's the closest town with a bus station where you are?" I ask him.

"Jonesboro," Michael replies. "Why?"

"Be there to pick Maria up in a few days," I tell him.

"What about you?" he asks.

"I've got some unfinished business here," I reply.

"Be safe, Liz."

"I'll call you when I have an arrival time," I say. "Bye, Michael."

"Bye."

I hang up the phone and turn the stereo back on trying to drown out the noise in my head.

Title: Half Life
Author: Christina Buchanan
Email: SixPacsChic@hotmail.com
Rating: Adult
Category: Supernatural/Roswell- Liz/ Dean
Summary: Liz remembers things that Max made her forget over the years.
Spoilers: Post Graduation: Roswell/ Houses of the Holy: Supernatural
Disclaimer: I don't own either show or the characters. I'm just borrowing them. Don't sue. Lyrics are by A-Ha or Reel Big Fish depending on who you think did it better. Quote taken from Fight Club by Chuck Palahniuk. Dialog taken from "Born Under a Bad Sign"
Author's Notes: This is my very first crossover. I just hope it turns out as good as my mind is making it out to be.

Chapter Nine: Take On Me

So needless to say
I'm odds and ends again
But it's me stumbling away
Slowly learning that life is o.k.
Say it after me
It's no better to be safe than sorry

Take on me,
take me on
I'll be gone
in a day or two

Things that you say
yeah is it life or just to play my
Worries away
You're all the things I've got to remember
Shying away
I'll be coming for you anyway
-- A-Ha "Take On Me"

“Sometimes you do something, and you get screwed. Sometimes it's the things you don't do, and you get screwed.” I read those words and let them soak into my brain. I'm starting to think that maybe I should have ignored the good intentions of my late best friend and dabbled . . . just a little. Maybe if I had, I wouldn't be as fucked up as I am right now.

Maria has the good sense not to question my uncharacteristically dark mood and leaves for work. I can't explain anything to her without dragging her into this mess I've gotten myself into. She'd probably freak out worse than when I told her the truth about Max, Michael and Isabel. Alex would know what to do.

I close my book and check the time. It's almost ten. I pick up the phone and dial.

"This is Dean," he answers.

"Hey," I say, "It's Liz."

"Hey," he responds curtly.

He's angry at me for leaving the way I did this morning and I feel like an even bigger jerk.

"Can we meet somewhere to talk?" I ask.

"Yeah, sure," he says. "I'll pick you up in a half hour."

"I'll see you then." I hang up the phone and start pacing the room.

The headache comes swiftly and knocks me on my ass. I clench my teeth and wait for the inevitable.

"Oh my god." There's blood all over Sam.

"I don't think it's my blood." he says.

Dean looks worried. "Whose is it?"

"I don't know."

"Sam, what the hell happened?"

Sam looks up. "Dean. I don't remember anything."

The scene shift to a bar where Sam has a knife to a girl's neck.

"What the hell's wrong with you, Dean? Are you that scared of being alone that you'd rather let Jo die?" Sam demands.

Dean flings water from his flask at Sam who hisses.

"That's holy water, you demonic son of a bitch!" Dean shouts.

They're in a house somewhere and Sam is under a giant symbol on the ceiling.

"Exorcisamus te, omnes in mundus spiritus omnes satanica potestas, omnes incursio ..."

The symbol breaks, then there's fighting and yelling.

"But whatever I do to you, it's nothing compared to what you'll do to yourself, is it? I can see it in your eyes, Dean. You're worthless. You couldn't save your Dad, and deep down you know that you can't save your brother. They'd have been better off without you."

I smell burning flesh and the blackness pours out of Sam.

It's later in the same house.

"Here. Take these." A man says handing both Sam and Dean metal charms

"What are they?" Sam asks.

"Charms," he answers. "They'll fend off possession. That demon's still out there; this'll stop it from getting back up in you."

My head is throbbing when I finally come to and I fumble around for my note book.

I've been sketching and taking notes for nearly an hour and a half by the time Dean finally shows up.

"Sorry I'm late," he says, announcing his presence. "Sammy was being a pain."

I glance up from my notebook. "It's okay, a project kind of fell in my lap while I was waiting."

"Project?"

"Along with all my other freaky powers, I'm also a clairvoyant," I tell him with a tight smile.

"Anything good?" he asks as he moves to take a seat beside me.

I close the notebook. "I thought we were going out."

"You don't need to recover or anything?" he asks concerned.

"Headache's almost gone," I reply. "I could really use some food though."

"Steak and Shake or Denny's?"

I grin. "Steak and Shake."

Dean helps me to my feet and we head out of the apartment. I lock the door, still clutching my notebook.

"Who's Michael?" Dean asks, noticing the inscription on the cover as we walk to his car.

"Another one of my fellow fugitives," I answer. "He's like Max only his powers are more offensively geared. Anyway, he got me into drawing after having visions because it was easier to remember details that way."

"So he's just a friend, right?"

"Yes," I reply as I get into the Impala. "I think you'd like him."

"And why is that?" he asks.

I pop the glove box and pull out a tape. "You're both Metallica fans."

"You know I haven't been able to get that thing opened in two days," Dean says. "How'd you do it?"

"You forget something, Dean. This car loves me."

"Riiiight."

"Who was the one who got her started when she stalled down at the pier?" I ask. "Oh that's right, it was me."

He narrows his eyes. "You did some of your mojo on the handle."

I smirk. "She knows you were unfaithful and she's making you pay."

"Unfaith--," he sputters.

"You drove my car," I remind him.

"Won't make that mistake again," he mutters as he starts the car and pulls out of the parking lot.

"Spoil sport." I tease.

He cracks a smile. "Sammy never jokes with me about the car the way you do."

"He doesn't have the same sense of humor we do," I say matter-of-factly.

"Sam's the type of guy who thinks it's funny to glue a man's hand to his beer bottle," Dean says dryly.

I smother my laughter with my hand. "What did you do to provoke him?"

"Itching powder," he answers.

We finally make it to the restaurant and the waitress waves us over to a booth.

I set my notebook down as I examine the menu. "Go ahead and take a look."

He looks at me uncertainly and opens the book. "These are really good."

"Thanks," I say.

"Hi," the waitress greets us. "You guys ready to order?"

I smile up at her. "I'll have the chicken sandwich and cheese fries with a cherry coke and he'll have the Philadelphia with cheese fries and a chocolate rootbeer."

She scribbles down the order. "Okay, I'll have your drinks in a minute."

"I can't believe you remembered that," Dean comments still flipping through my sketches.

"Semi-photographic memory comes in handy," I say with a shrug.

He pauses on one of the pages, swallowing hard. "Was this the vision you had before I came over?"

"Yeah."

"And I'm assuming you're usually right," he says.

"I've been described as scarily accurate before," I tell him. "You need to get those charms in the next two or three days."

"It's a lot farther than two or three days to South Dakota."

"You don't know anyone here?"

He gives me a look that tells me that he does, but he doesn't want to see them.

I roll my eyes. "Then give me the address and I'll get them."

"No," he insists. "We'll go after we eat, okay?"

"Alright," I agree.