
Title: Turning Paths
Author: Mikaela
Disclaimer: The characters of "Roswell" belong to Jason Katims, Melinda Metz, WB, and UPN. They are not mine and no infringement is intended.
Pairings: Michael/Liz, although, there will be some talk or scenes with Jimmy/Maria, Max/Tess
Rating: Mature, might have some Adult scenes later.
Feedback: Feedback is not reccommended but it is nice to see if I am doing a good job. Hopefully, I will get some.
Summary: Max and Liz are no longer together since he got Tess pregnant and Liz just wants nothing to do with Max. Maria went back to her old boyfriend after he came back into town. Lately, Michael and Liz have been spending a lot of free time together, but their friends don't know it quite yet. What will happen when they realize what they're feeling is a lot more than just a friendship? Will they go through with it, knowing it will hurt Max and Maria?
Author’s Note: This story is written by my friend, Andrea, and me. I did post this story before but I guess the board crashed, so here it is again. I will be posting the first seven chapters.
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Liz looked over at Michael in the corner of her eye, as she noticed Michael watching that crazy cop show he liked. It was better than Bein Stein than anything else. She had been helping him with his homework, but since then, the two had been doing their homework together. "Do we really have to watch this, Michael?"
Michael looked over at Liz and nodded.
"Parker, what kind of question is that? Of course...it is a high speed chase!" He said, as he motioned to the television, as if it was obvious as to why he had to watch the show. He then turned his attention back to the television.
Liz laughed, as she shook her head in disbelief.
"I still don't see why you have to even watch this, Michael. It's not even that exciting to me. Men," Liz said with a roll of her eyes.
Michael rolled his eyes back at Liz.
"Women...they don’t know a good show even if it came up and danced in front of them screaming 'I am a good show!'" He sighed and turned his attention back to the cop show. He loved the thrill of the high-speed chases.
Liz had to laugh at that and she shook her head, as she continued to do her homework.
"Enjoy your thrill of a high speed chase, Michael Guerrin." He was the most impossible man she knew.
Michael waited till the chase was done and then he turned the television off with his powers.
He looked over at Liz. "What homework are you doing now?" He asked.
"I am just finishing up my history," Liz said with a shrug of her shoulders, as she looked over at him with a small smile on her face.
Michael nodded. "Now, that is a pointless subject." He said with a shake of his head.
"No, it's not. You learn about all the things in the past," Liz said with a roll of her eyes. "I am not going to even get started on that subject, Guerrin."
Michael held up his hands.
"Please don't the last thing I want to hear is 'We learn about history to prevent it from happening again or to learn how to do things well!'" He mimicked Liz's voice and made it extra high.
Liz glared at Michael, as she shook her head. "I do not sound like that and you know it!"
Michael laughed.
"You do...you just don’t want to admit it." He said with a grin.
Liz pushed him slightly and she grinned over at him. "You think you are SO funny, don't you?"
Michael nodded.
"I am so funny. Don't try to deny it." He said as he leaned back against the sofa. "So...is this that advanced history stuff?" He asked picking up her book. "Oh wow...kill me, this stuff looks so boring. Seems like the perfect time to nap is during that class."
Liz rolled her eyes, as she listened to him. "And this will be why you won't graduate with the rest of us if you keep that attitude up," Liz said, as she shook her head.
Michael frowned.
"Oh, don't give me a lecture. You're the last person I need it from, Miss over achiever with no life." He said, narrowing his eyes.
"My goodness, I can't even joke with you without you pouting like a lost child," Liz scoffed, as she snatched her book from Michael's hands.
Michael frowned and rolled his eyes.
"Who would have known miss no life had a sense of humor?" He said continuing to pout.
"Aw but you look so adorable when you pout," Liz winked, as she closed her history book, and she placed it into her messenger bag.
Michael looked away and frowned. Was Liz flirting with him? He shook the thought off, no way, she couldn't be. He smirked at her.
"I always look adorable. Don't forget that." He said, as he stood up and walked to his kitchen. "You want anything?" He asked.
"If you have a Snapple, I will take one. Otherwise, give me a bottled water," Liz grinned to herself, as she licked across her bottom lip. She could not flirt with Michael, could she?
Michael nodded.
"Sure, we have peach Snapple." He said as he brought one out of the fridge. He grabbed a water bottle for himself and then handed her the Snapple. "So, we're done with homework right?" He asked hating that he had to do homework.
"You are so impossible!" Liz laughed, as she simply nodded her head. "But to answer your question, we are done with our homework, Michael. We can play all you want."
Michael nodded. "Good...cause there is a hockey game on," He said, as he flopped back on his couch and turned the television on.
Usually, Liz left at this time, which left him alone to watch his favorite sport. He watched the television but eyed her out of the corner of his eye.
Liz looked at the screen and she smiled.
"I used to watch hockey with my dad when I was younger. Can I stay and join you?" Liz asked a little nervously, as she hoped he wouldn't mind her staying here with him.
Michael arched an eyebrow and shrugged.
"Suit yourself. But not talking," He said, as he knew Liz loved to blab on and on. "I mean it, Parker...a word...and you are out." He said pointing to the door.
Liz simply nodded, as she set her bag beside her, and she opened her Snapple, taking a swig where she was definitely relieved with the taste.
Michael took a drink of his water and watched the game. He looked over at Liz, as it surprised him since she was into sports. She was full of surprises at times.
During a break, he asked, "Are you hungry? We could order pizza." He stated.
"Oh sure, that's fine," Liz smiled, as she looked over at Michael. "What type of pizza are you going to get?"
Michael stood up and grabbed a menu.
"Probably jalapenos and pineapple," He said, knowing that was an odd combo, but the mix of sweet and spicy was perfect. "But I can order half what you want half what I want." He said with a shrug.
"Yeah, that sounds good since I've never tried those toppings, but you can ordered the half pepperoni and sausage."
Michael nodded, "Okay cool." He ordered the pizza and then sat down. "It's fifteen, so I'll need your half." He said as he sat down and put his feet up on the table.
Liz nodded, as she pulled out seven dollars and fifty cents, placing it on the table, and she crossed her arms over her chest.
Michael grabbed her money and set it on the table with his money. Michael then turned his attention back to the television.
As the hockey game came back on the television, her eyes kept on looking over at Michael in the corner of her eye.
Michael paid attention to the game and then paid when the pizza came. He brought the pizza to the table and grabbed some Tabasco on his way to the couch. He handed Liz some napkins and then sat beside her.
"I am starving." He said with a smile.
"Me too," Liz smiled, as she grabbed a slice of her pizza, and placed it into her mouth, moaning to the taste.
Michael grabbed his pizza and took large bites after pouring Tabasco on top. He chewed and watched the game.
"So, how is Maria?" He asked. He had to admit he missed her, he really did love her and care about her while they were together and it hurt him that she left him for her ex boyfriend.
Liz was shocked by the question, but she knew sooner or later, it was going to happen. "Um, she's doing good. She's away for the weekend with her Mom, though."
Michael nodded and tried to hide any emotion from his face.
"That's good..." He said as he continued to eat.
Liz continued to eat her pizza and she gave him a comforting look on her face. "Are you okay?"
Michael shrugged, hiding all emotions he felt.
"Yeah sure. Of course. Why wouldn’t I be?" He said looking over at her.
He never talked to anybody about how he was hurt by Maria. Not even Max. Isabel had come close to getting it out of him but he couldn't tell her, she was happy with Alex and he couldn't bring her down. So he hid all his emotions.
"I don't know, Michael. I was just trying to see if you were okay. I mean, you two were together for a while," Liz sighed, as she looked over at Michael, knowing he was hurting.
Michael shrugged. "Yeah, well...that obviously doesn't mean anything to some people," He said with a shrug, as he continued to stare straight ahead at the television, while eating his pizza.
"Well, if you do want to talk about it, I am here," Liz said, as she took another bite of her pizza, knowing that she shouldn't be in his business.
Michael nodded, "Yeah sure." He said knowing full well that he would never bring that subject up to talk about with her.
He couldn't she was her best friend anyway. He then continued to watch the game not talking for the rest of it.
As the game ended and she ate two more slices, Liz smiled to herself, as she looked over at Michael.
"Thank you for letting me stay over, Michael," Liz said, as she rose to her feet.
Michael nodded, "Sure no problem. Thanks for helping me with my homework." He said with a small smile. "It was nice to have company." He said sadly as he missed having Maria over.
He had missed having someone to just hang out with and watch games with. It was nice.
"Maybe I can come by tomorrow?" Liz suggested with a smile on her face, as she knew that Michael liked having company over. "I mean, if you don't have any plans tomorrow?"
Michael thought for a moment and then shrugged, "If you want...it doesn't matter to me." He said simply.
He had missed having Maria over but wasn't going to insist Liz always come over. She was nice and fun to hang with at times but he definitely felt weird about it.
"I'll even bring you those infamous brownies you like so much," Liz said with a nervous smile, as she stood up with her Snapple, sliding her bag over her shoulder. "I'll see you around, Michael."
Michael nodded and gave her a small smile.
"That's cool...bye Liz." He called as she left.
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The next day, Liz knocked on Michael's door with the brownies in a paper bag and she bit down on her bottom lip, hoping this wasn't weird to be coming over the way she had been doing lately.
Michael used his powers to open the door as he sat on the couch. "Come in." He said.
He had gotten lazier as Tess had taught him more and more about his powers.
Liz shook her head, as she walked in, and she shut the door behind her, showing the brown paper bag.
"Brownies for you," She said, putting them in his lap.
Michael looked down at them and gave her a small smile.
"Wow, thanks, I didn't expect you to actually bring them." He said, as he opened up the bag and saw a dozen brownies. He grinned and took one out, eating it quickly. He held out the bag.
"Want one?" He asked with his mouth full of brownie
"Now, that's just rude!" Liz said with a huff, as she took a brownie, eating it slowly. "Don't talk with a mouth full of food."
Michael grinned, showing his mouth full of brownies, and his teeth were covered with chocolate.
"Oh, don't be such a stick in the mud." He said with a shake of his head. She was so prissy sometimes.
"That's nasty, Michael!" Liz said in disgust, as she took another bite of her brownie. "I sometimes worry about you."
Michael shook his head.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah...you nag too much." He said, as he shoved another brownie in his mouth.
"And you're such a whiner," Liz said with a huff, as she took a final bite of her brownie, and she grinned over at him.
Michael rolled his eyes. "Whatever miss 'Michaaaaeeeeellll, don't eat with your mouth opeeeennn, it's groooossssss!'" He exaggerated and made his high pitched voice again. "And that is not whining? You whine and nag at the same time." He said as he shoved his third brownie in his mouth.
"Oh my God! You are so ridiculous and I told you that I don't sound like that!" Liz scoffed, as she poked him in the middle of his chest.
Michael shrugged.
"That's what I hear at least." He said with a smirk.
Liz glared at him playfully, as her leg brushed against his since they were sitting so close to each other's. "So, what are you watching this afternoon?"
Michael looked down at her leg and then moved his away from her slightly. He felt uncomfortable being this close to her. He hadn't been this close to a girl since Maria and it was odd to him. He shrugged and leaned back popping another brownie in his mouth.
"Uh...well there is this high speed chase on..." He grinned.
Liz smiled, as she then glared at him, and she ran her fingers through her brown hair.
"I cannot believe you like this type of stuff," Liz said, as she looked at the television. "It looks so... boring."
Michael shook his head.
"Yeah, well, you know what is boring? Vanilla ice cream." He said remembering how Max would always stock up on vanilla cause he knew Liz loved it.
"Vanilla is very good," Liz said with a roll of her eyes, as she crossed her arms over her chest, and she frowned over at him.
Michael shook his head.
"No way...Vanilla? That is the most boring flavor ever... strawberry swirl with banana and Tabasco is the best." He said
"Ew! Vanilla beats that!" Liz replied smugly, as she looked over at Michael with a determined smile on her face.
Michael shook his head.
"You're a lunatic Parker." He said with a laugh.
"And you are a nutcase, Michael," Liz said with a huff, as she took the bag of brownies from him, and she grinned at him.
Michael laughed and used his powers to snatch the bag back. "You can't get these from me Parker." He said grinning.
Liz just took them from him and she grinned. "You can't use your powers. That's cheating!"
Michael snatched them back with his powers.
"If you had powers you could use them...but you can't, cause you don't." He said and then opened the bag, ripping a brownie out, and shoved it in his mouth, then opening it, so she wouldn’t take the bag and showing her his mouthful of brownie.
"Ew!" Liz frowned, as she shook her head, and she shook her head, but she snatched the bag from him.
Michael shrugged, he had gotten what he wanted, and he continued to chew.
Liz took a brownie into her mouth, while she held the bag in her lap, eating her brownie she took out.
Michael turned his attention back to the high-speed chase he had almost forgot was on.
Liz looked at his favorite show and she rolled her eyes. She didn't even see the excitement on the show, but then again, Michael was way different than her.
When the chase was over Michael stood up and stretched. "That was awesome...did you see that explosion?" He asked her.
"Yeah, it was so awesome," Liz remarked out sarcastically, as she flashed him a grin.
Michael clapped his hands together and smiled. He remembered watching the chases with Maria, especially how excited she would get about the explosions. It kind of hurt him to think about and he pushed that out of his mind.
"Yeah it was awesome." He said as he walked over to his room to change his shirt.
When he did, he saw one of Maria's shirts in his drawer. His chest started to hurt and he grabbed it and then tossed it to Liz when he got out into the living room.
"Hey can you give this to DeLuca...?"He asked almost softly and in a sad voice.
He then cleared his throat and walked to the kitchen to grab a glass of milk. He chugged the glass down and tried to pretend he was not upset.
Liz hated seeing Michael this upset and she put the shirt down, following Michael into the kitchen. He was hurting and she was wondering if she could actually get him to open up. He was a nice guy and he deserved to be happy too.
"Michael, are you all right? Is there anything I can do for you?"
Michael looked at Liz and shrugged.
"No. I am good." He stated. "Why do you ask? I am fine. Everything is good." He said with a shrug as he walked away from her and over to the couch.
"Michael, you're not good. I know when a guy is hurting and you're trying to act like you're fine when you aren't," Liz smiled, as she looked over at him. "I am here if you want to talk, Michael."
Michael shook his head. "I am fine Liz. Just drop it." He said not liking the fact that she was all over his business. "Look, Maria is your friend, so I don't want to talk about that with you." He said with a shrug.
"You really think I am going to blab to her whatever we talk about?" Liz asked with a raised eyebrow. "I am your friend too, Michael."
Michael looked at her.
"Of course you will. She is your best friend. Why wouldn't you? And what is it any of your concern anyway? Why does it matter that your best friend broke my heart? It shouldn't matter to you. It doesn't matter to her. So why you?" He asked, growing more and more irritated.
Hearing him spit out his frustration, she was kind of relieved and upset at her. "I may be her best friend but I don't tell her every little thing, Michael, and I care how you feel or what happens to you."
Michael shook his head because he didn't believe her.
"Look Liz, we both know the only reason you and I even know each other is because of Max. You don't care about me and you never have. It doesn't matter though, cause I don't care about you either." He said spitting out things he didn't mean in his anger.
Liz looked at Michael, totally shocked to his words, holding back the tears that were threatening to spill.
"You don't mean that, Michael, do you? You don't even understand what you are saying half the time," Liz frowned, as she shook her head in disbelief. "Because I do care about you... more than you can imagine."
Michael frowned.
"What are you talking about? I don't get you. Look, you're a cool girl but we don't have to go pretending we care. I am a loner. I should have stayed that way. Max and Isabel are all that matter to me cause they are and always have been my family. Maria also mattered to me but she left me. So, yes I do mean what I said." He said as he clenched his fists.
He did care about Liz but he was determined to stop those feelings in the bud. He would not allow himself to get hurt again.
"Well, I understand," Liz said, as she held back her tears, and she frowned when she walked away. "Bye Michael."
As Liz walked away from Michael, she grabbed her purse and she walked towards the door, just wanting to leave.
Michael let her leave, as he was frustrated and needed to sort out his thoughts. He felt a small twinge when he saw she wanted to cry but he held himself back. He wasn't going to get in deep with anybody else anymore. He was done with it all.