Anywhere (1/1) YTEEN {Complete}

[Rach]

Title - Anywhere (1/1)
Author - Rae (rachel@fetish-kitten.org)
Category - Mi/L
Rating - YTEEN
Disclaimer - Of course not. Not the freaking song either!
Author's Note - I've been having writer's block lately with my big stories, such as Closed Eyes, Burn, Innocent, & Remember to Breathe (some of these haven't been updated or re-posted in a year) so I decided to start small and then build up to these stories that I sometimes hope to impove and finish one day.

This originally was going to be titled 'Another Day', but I heard this song (Evanescence - Anywhere) which was a very beautiful piece and I thought it fit the mood perfectly. It became a song fic, I guess you could call it, and probably one of the only one-parters I've made for Michael and Liz. As you can tell, it doesn't go short. Please tell me of your thoughts and if you thought it depicted our two favorite characters. Enjoy!

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My heart is struck. A force feels it's way up my spine and I shudder in it's intensity. There are no dreamy moments clashing with cords from a ballad of lost love; yet instead a silently dark moment that creeps upon both of us in the fog. It's the fog you can see every time we take a breath, and it's the only sound besides the wind crashing down upon us. But we're dormant, as these moments come far and between.

It's these moments that I've come to take for granted, only because I'm trying to understand that one unknown feeling that always infilitrates my heart and breaks it's fever without warning. I start to feel warmth in a bitter world and maybe even hope in a dead situation. I can't say I'm feeling it mind, body, and soul because I'm not sure how that feels anymore. It's a figure of speech, and those words have long since died on my breath as my love for a husband did on the road.

The man that sits beside me, though, doesn't take such moments for granted anymore. He's lost so much and gained so little, as I guess I could say I have as well. I lost my parents, my comfortable home back in Roswell, my best friend, and my love for someone that has lost the charm he once had. In a way I still love him, but I feel that the cold hard days of living on the road has brought us to a deafening sense of reality. A reality which speaks in volumes that love isn't enough. My love for him has grown. It's grown into an understanding that as long as we're together we're not alone.

As I said, peace brings clarity to my otherwise blank thoughts. Sometimes I look at the man I've come to admire, and as he sits next to me, I know we don't have to speak words, but I know beneath that strong exterior is someone that has the same longing that I do. Maybe the reason we never talk during these rare moments is because of fear that they'll end, but I find myself longing for that moment - a moment where I don't feel so cold.

"What are you thinking of?" I ask softly, trying not to break our moment of peace. He doesn't turn, as if expecting I would break the silence between us. I shiver, and momentairily I think it's not because of the wind yet because his presence is so alive. He keeps to himself, and I know that he's the most changed of us all. He used to be rugged, angry, tempermental, and a loner. Years of fighting with his brother in the beaten up yellow van and years of fleeing the FBI has calmed his interior, yet I sometimes still see that lonely teenage boy lurking on his exterior and it makes me feel alive. Alive because if I can see a semblence of who he used to be I have to hope that's in me as well.

"I'm thinking of you," he finally admits to me, and surprisingly I'm not shocked. Our friendship wasn't really one at all in the beginning. We were brought together by a secret, and only continued to converse because of his attraction to my best friend, and mine for his. It's ironic to be thinking of times when he was with her and I with his best friend. I was love-struck, and in that fragment of time I had the notion that we'd end up two and two. It's been awhile, and in that time my heart has in some way hardened. She's gone from his life; and I guess it was always supposed to be that way. They were on different paths, and finally they found the courage to part. I have yet to break from my loyalty to my husband, as I can feel no other reason to leave then love. A love that I haven't felt for him in ages. I haven't felt anything but cold, yet I sometimes feel warmth when in these moments, sitting beside someone other than my husband.

Dear my love, haven't you wanted to be with me
And dear my love, haven't you longed to be free
I can't keep pretending that I don't even know you
And at sweet night, you are my own
Take my hand

He's sitting beside me; unknowing of my warmth. I love his strength. It makes me feel weak in it's presence. Is that the feeling of warmth I've been trying to distinguish? There's nothing that is telling us to turn to each other and the circumstances have everything and nothing to do with it. "What do you think of me, Michael?" I ask, and realize it's the first time his name has graced my lips in ages. This time he turns and I know for once I've caught him by surprise. His breath is coming out slowly and his cheeks are feverishly red from the cold. And when I thought I had him figured out a smirk appears on his face; maybe the first one in months.

"Words aren't much to me, Liz," he replied. And he was right. He wasn't much with words, and he always spoke those words with actions. How much more effective, I muse. I was always one to want an explanation for things; and I needed those explanations in words. But I've grown to appreciate actions more than words. They speak louder than anything. And that's when I felt warmth in me.

I looked down and even before I saw it I knew my hand had grazed his. It was the simplest of gestures yet it was something that meant so much. It had been so long since I'd touched someone. Touched someone and felt warmth. If this had been six years earlier, I would have asked him what it meant with words. I would have asked him why I was touching his hand for comfort, and why I was seeking out his presence. But the answer I knew, finally, and with clarity. It was always these rare moments when we'd sit together that I'd long for something more but could never figure what.

I was longing for warmth and in that warmth I'd find him. What moved me to challenge that feeling is a mystery yet why try and solve it? I feel warmth, and in that feeling I feel alive. His eyes flicker with an emotion I can distinctly feel within me. "We could leave," I suggested, though it was more of a wish than anything. Leaving had never crossed my mind until now, and what better a reason to leave than to feel warmth inside me?

We're leaving here tonight
There's no need to tell anyone
They'd only hold us down
So by the morning light
We'll be half way to anywhere
Where love is more than just your name

"Do you really want to do that?" he asked, finally gripping my hand. It let me know he was feeling the same. It was slow and thoughtful, though I've found I've lost the romantic in me. All I had to do was move forward and he'd meet me halfway. His eyes were on me, for once blazing hazel with a question he'd asked moments before. I never left his eyes yet my body was in movement. I guided his hand to my face and as he cupped it I gasped into the feeling of his warmth. It was electrifying and yet soft in an unbearable way. His breath hitched, I could tell, and for the first time I was leading him to the certain.

My hand still covered his while my other wound it's way into his long locks and pulled his head to mine. Our eyes still met and I could feel a shiver of expectance run through me. I closed my eyes for a moment before quietly kissing the edge of his mouth, my eyes still looking up at him. I knew he was the impulsive type, but he didn't show any signs of returning my warmth until my lips grazed his. It was then and then only that he slipped his arm around my waist and brought me closer to him, our breaths short and ragged. I didn't know if it was the cold or the emotions breaking down inside me that left us catching our breaths, but he softly pressed his lips on mine anyway.

It was slow in it's calculation and our eyes still met as our mouths melted together in unison. I remember always closing my eyes during kisses, trying to savor the moment. Leaving my eyes open to speculation and emotion left me feeling erotic in his wake and I found that feeling in his eyes. His thumb slowly traced it's way down my cheek and towards my chin, and I opened my mouth to his.

The pure emotion in that kiss left me wanting more, and he answered my needs with his own. Finally my eyes hooded and closed with the knowledge that things had changed between us. He slipped his tongue in my mouth and I felt warmth rocket throughout my mouth and the sensation of something rose in my stomach and tried to find it's way up to my heart. I smiled in our kisses, and we finally broke apart with nothing left to lose. My eyes fluttered open as he rested his head against mine, gazing at me so openly that I ached with something unknown.

I have dreamt of a place for you and I
No one knows who we are there
All I want is to give my life only to you
I've dreamt so long I cannot dream anymore
Let's run away, I'll take you there

"No one would know we're gone till morning," He breathed out against my lips, sealing it with a soft kiss. It sounded crazy to be saying these things, to be having these feelings, but our sense of reality was few and far between with the knowledge that we were aliens and that we were on the run. It made no sense to feel warmth for someone who was otherwise cold, but it tore through me like a monster.

"We could go anywhere," I answered, placing soft kisses on his lips and feeling him respond as a growl resounded from his throat and through his mouth. He was impulsive, as I said, and it shined through in this moment. He twisted his hand through my hair, as if losing his way, and his lips took on a life of it's own as he trailed kisses down my neck. I gasped and closed my eyes, for once lost in the feeling that only he could retract from me. He brought his lips back to mine and gave me one bitteringly sweet kiss before taking my hand in his and losing each other in the silence around us. It was almost pitch black, but the cottage that we were staying at for the moment glowed in the distance.

I sighed finally and looked out into the night. As did he, though things were definitely different between us in that our actions were finally spoken. Maybe they'd been there all along, but it was only now that we both knew of it. The same I'd always felt was gone, and I knew he was the cause of it. "Where have you always wanted to go?" I asked him. My wish was becoming a reality, and we were embarking on it together. It'd been so long since I was certain of something so wrong yet felt so right.

Michael shook his head, a chuckle resonating from this throat. "I've always wanted to see the ocean." I smiled, more to myself, and nodded my head. I'd forgotten how sheltered the aliens' lives had been, but going around the states had changed them. One place the group had never gone to was near an ocean. Max always said he'd hated the ocean, and that was probably why they'd never been. He intertwined our fingers and I welcomed the warmth like a breath of fresh air I hadn't felt in centuries. Affection was something shown only in desperation, and both Max and I had long since felt those needs as our focus was to leave no trail behind. I almost laughed outloud, for I was almost certain the FBI had probably ended their search long ago.

"I want to forget this life, Michael," I finally said, though it came out in a hoarse whisper. He turned to look at me and I could see the longing there in his eyes. It was the same in mine. He leaned forward, yet he paused in reply. He was frozen; as if something had stopped him. All was silent except for his shallow breathing and the simplicity within his breathing kept my eyes solely on him; my breath that was a constant at a full stop.

We're leaving here tonight
There's no need to tell anyone
They'd only hold us down
So by the morning light
We'll be half way to anywhere
Where no one needs a reason

And finally the silence was broken. "Liz," and I realized not only one person had said it, but two at the same time. Michael's eyes stopped lingering with mine and his breath hitched once again, but this time it was different. I followed my eyes to him and finally managed to look past. Twenty feet away Max was slowly walking towards us, his hands safely pocketed in his beat down leather jacket. Without actually feeling it my hand slipped away from Michael's, and we watched as Max crept slowly upon our new world.

And that was it. Peaceful moment shattered; everything falling back as it was. I looked to Michael for certainty and saw the same blank look on his face before we'd opened each other's eyes. It was done. Whatever dreams we'd been conjuring up had closed the door to us, and I knew no feeling of warmth could break me from my loyalty to my husband, who beneath it all was still a caring and good man.

Max finally stopped short as he neared us, his eyes flickering between both of us as we sat on the bench that sat by it's lonesome in the frost covered park that was across from the cottages. He finally rested his gaze on me, and I managed a weak smile. "We need to plan our next route," he spoke quietly, silently asking me to follow him back to the cottages. I knew Max didn't need me to plan our next destination, since most decisions lied with him. Yet I felt like he was purposely throwing Michael and I off, and I couldn't help but feel the sting of mistrust.

Forget this life
Come with me
Don't look back you're safe now
Unlock your heart
Drop your guard
No one's left to stop you

I finally rose and realized I was cold for the first time since Michael's eyes had met mine. His body was again looking out into the dark and I knew I'd lost whatever it was we'd had in that one solitary moment. We were back to playing our parts again; as they were the only roles we knew how to play. I walked a little ways with Max towards the cottage and turned around for a quick moment to see him as he sat by himself.

His back was turned to me, slumped as if in defeat. I felt a flicker of the warmth rise and then lay dormant within me, and I realized it wasn't warmth at all.

It was love.

The End.