Roswell Fanatics

Ok, this is my first chapter....sorta first Roswell story also...so gimme some slack and lemme know how you guys like it please


Author’s Note: Ok, this story is an M/L story set in England in the 19th century. There is no magic or anything like that. Hope you like it, I personally think its pretty good so far but hey, I wrote it.

Disclaimer: I own nothing



Chapter 1- Fortunate Encounter

Year: 1848; London, England

It was a cold December day in the outskirts of London England. Elizabeth Parker, orphaned as a child she had lived on the street with a group of homeless people ever since.

As a child of 6, she had had lush, shining dark brown hair and lustrous chocolate brown eyes, but after living the hard street life for a little almost 11 years, it takes a toll on you both physically and mentally. Her hair was now more of a dull, mousy brown, and though her eyes were still a spectacular brown, they no longer had any luster to them.

“Liz, look what we found, and a perfect fit for you too!” Anna, her street mother said to her, holding up a ratty black wool jacket, but to Elizabeth, it looked like it was made of gold.

“Oh thank you mum! It fits perfectly!” she exclaimed, slipping it on. Even though it wasn’t in the best condition, it, along with her cotton coat, was sure to keep her warm against the harsh December weather. Christmas was less than 2 weeks away, but Elizabeth didn’t expect much, just as always, Christmas was never very joyous.

“Dear, would you mind running to the store and getting a bag of potatoes, here’s the change,” Anna said, taking 5 pence out of the bag hanging around her waist.

“Ok, I’ll be back in just a tick!” Elizabeth exclaimed, hurrying off towards the store.

Elizabeth looked around the marvelous mansions and large flats that surrounded her. She always felt intimidated living in this district, even though it meant more lavish stuff being tossed in the dumpster.

She sighed and looked to the ground as a few rich people sneered at her. She looked up and saw that she was in front of the store, then turned in, but was knocked to the ground.

“I am so sorry! Forgive me my Lord!” Elizabeth exclaimed, scrambling up and then kneeling in front of the man she had crashed into, the 3rd wealthiest man in London, England, Maximillion Bartholomew Evans.

“Get up child,” he demanded, but there wasn’t any meanness in his voice. Elizabeth looked up at him before slowly rising up to her feet and looking up at him, but then lowering her eyes respectfully to the ground.

“Where do you live?” he asked, looking at her questioningly.

“I…I live on the streets if you may, my Lord,” Elizabeth said.

“How old are you?” he asked this time.

“I…I am 16, I will be 17 in March of next year,” Elizabeth replied, daring to raise her eyes to look at the middle-aged man. He gave her a small smile, so she smiled back.

“Let me look at you child,” he requested. She lifted her head obediently and straightened her posture.

“How long have you lived on the streets…?” he asked.

“Elizabeth, my lord, my name is Elizabeth Parker. I have lived on the streets since I was 6, I was orphaned, and sent to live on the streets, where a group of people homeless like myself took me in and helped me live,” Elizabeth said modestly.

“Do you work?” he asked, his hand on his chin.

“No, my lord,” Elizabeth replied.

“I wish for you to work at my mansion as a maid…I will house, feed and pay you a pound a week,” Maximillion said.

“M…my Lord, this is too extravagant for lowly street scum like myself!” Elizabeth exclaimed, her heart pounding a mile a minute.

“Child, you will work for me. Now, I will let you finish what you set out to do, but report to this address as soon as you are finished,” he said handing her a slip of paper.

“My Lord…I cannot read,” Elizabeth said, blushing.

“Then I will have to school you as well. My house, from here, is this way, and you go 2 blocks until you reach a white mansion with my crest on a flag hanging up,” Maximillion said, pointing and then pointing at the crest on his coat.

“Yes my lord. I will see you in an hour,” Elizabeth said, nodding her head respectfully before stepping in the store, buying the potatoes, and leaving.

“Mum! Mum!” Elizabeth exclaimed, running up the alley that they lived in and up to Anna.

“Child, what be your problem?” Anna asked, turning sharply towards Elizabeth.

“Mum…the Lord Evans wishes for me to work for him! He will house, feed, and school me, as well as pay me one pound a week!” Elizabeth exclaimed.

“Liz, why do you tell such lies?” Anna demanded sharply.

“I…I don’t mum…t’is true, you can ask him yourself if you feel the need,” Elizabeth said meekly.

“I’m sorry dearie; I just don’t want to give you up. But I guess it’s for the best…be off with you…but remember, we’ll always be here for you,” Anna said softly, hugging Elizabeth, tears falling from her eyes, before shooing her off.

“Goodbye!” she called, walking in the direction of the Lord’s house.

hm...guess I should clarify more in my story...it'll make more sense in this chap...if it doesn't feel free to ask

Disclaimer: Same as always

Chapter 2: A turn of events


There it was. The crest blowing on the flag proudly confirmed that this was indeed, the Evan’s estate. Very nervously Elizabeth stepped up to the door and, with a trembling hand, knocked on the door.
“Ah, you must be the young Miss Elizabeth, please follow Mary-Beth, she will show you the ropes. But right now, follow her and she will wash you up,” a butler said after opening the door.
“Thank you sir,” Elizabeth said, following the middle-aged woman named Mary-Beth, a kind looking woman.
“This way dear. How old are you?” Mary-Beth asked.
“16 madam,” Elizabeth replied, trying to keep up with Mary-Beth’s quick pace.
“Good, you’re not too young, but not to old,” Mary-Beth said, “please, call me Mary.”
“Ok….madam…Mary,” Elizabeth corrected herself.
“Ah! Young Sir Max! May I introduce you to Miss Elizabeth…she will be taking Abigail’s spot,” Mary-Beth said to a young man, who obviously was named after his father. He was very, VERY handsome. Dark hair like his father’s but gorgeous hazel eyes instead of green like his father’s.
Elizabeth looked to the floor and curtsied, suddenly feeling self-conscious about her appearance.
“My Lord,” she said before quickly walking off with Mary-Beth.
“FATHER! Why did you hire street scum yet again!” Max exclaimed, busting into his father’s study.
“She is quite nice Max, I wish for you to talk to her,” Maximillion said.
“Talk to the hired help? Father that is absurd!” Max exclaimed.
“Maximillion Bartholomew Evans Jr., you will not backtalk me young man!” Maximillion roared. Max recoiled at the use of his full name.
“Yes father,” he mumbled, backing out of the study.
“Ah, Miss Elizabeth, much better,” Mary-Beth said after she had given Elizabeth a bath, and her hair was combed and dried.
Elizabeth looked at her appearance in the mirror and smiled. Her just recently mousy brown hair was somehow once again the beautiful chestnut brown, falling delicately around her waist. Mary-Beth had also given her several outfits. Right now she was wearing a blue floor length silk dress; she would need it for the fancy dinner tonight.
“Let me put your hair up, t’is the only time you’ll be dressed as a real lady for awhile, now the Lord and Lady always have a feast when new staff is hired,” Mary-Beth said quickly putting Elizabeth’s hair in a French braid and pinning it on top of her head.
“Beautiful,” Mary-Beth commented, clasping her hands together, “you remind me of a younger version of myself.”
“Thank you Mary,” Elizabeth said, smiling as Mary-Beth put rouge and other makeup on her.
“All finished, you look like royalty,” Mary-Beth said, showing her the mirror once again.
“My goodness! This doesn’t even look like me!” Elizabeth exclaimed.
“Exactly the point. Now hurry on up to the dining hall,” Mary-Beth said, hurrying Elizabeth out of the room. Elizabeth followed Mary-Beth’s directions and soon was in front of 2 massive oak doors. She reached her hand out and turned the doorknob opening the door.
There was instantaneous applause.
“Welcome Miss Elizabeth, I’m glad you came. You look spectacular!” Maximillion greeted, walking grandly up to her.
“My Lord,” Elizabeth said, curtsying. When she rose back up her eyes rested on the young Lord Max and a young woman, around Elizabeth’s age, standing next to Max. Elizabeth guessed that she was his wife.
“This is my son, Maximillion Jr. and my daughter, Isabel,” Maximillion said, referring to the two, “Max here is 17, and Isabel is 18.” Elizabeth curtsied again. She noticed that Max looked oddly at her.
“Come with me Elizabeth,” Isabel said, smiling and leading Elizabeth over to a group of teenagers.
“THAT is the new girl? I saw her not 3 hours ago and she looked like a street rat then!” Max quietly exclaimed in astonishment.
“A little makeup and a bath do wonders. I could tell she was a natural beauty, even underneath all of her filth…that is why I have decided to bring her up like a higher class young lady,” Maximillion said, glancing at Elizabeth.
“So let me get this straight, you are going to raise street trash into a sophisticated lady?” Max asked.
“Yes,” his father answered simply.
“I am going to go talk to her,” Max said, sighing, and then excusing himself from his father’s presence.
“…and this is Annie, Mary-Jane, oh, and this is my best friend, Maria, I’m sure you two will get along just fine…” Isabel said, introducing Elizabeth to all of her friends, who curtly nodded at her, not fooled by her clean appearance. Maria though, she smiled at her and greeted her warmly. Elizabeth knew she was nice right away.
“Miss Parker, may I have a word?” Max asked politely, noticing that all of the girls in Isabel’s little group started to act all giggly and shy, except Maria, who was already courting someone. Elizabeth looked quickly at Isabel, who nodded. Turning around, she smiled at Max before he led her away form the group.
“How old are you?” he asked, surveying her as he spoke.
“16, my Lord, almost 17,” Elizabeth said, looking at the ground.
“No, look at me, I like your eyes. How long did you live on the streets for?” Max asked as Elizabeth raised her cerulean eyes to meet his hazel ones.
“About 11 years my Lord,” Elizabeth replied quietly, there was something about this man that was just…intriguing, “I was orphaned and sent to the streets.”
“That’s awful,” max said, his handsome brow knitted.
“I guess so, but I learned a lot of things on the streets,” said Elizabeth, giving a small smile.
“Like what?” Max asked.
“Survival…stuff like that…never trust anyone,” Elizabeth said.
“Oh….well, it’s time to eat,” Max said, “I believe that you will be sitting to my left.”
“Ok,” Elizabeth replied, walking over to the large table along with everyone else.
“My dear, right here,” Isabel called, patting the seat to the right of her.
“Can you answer a question of mine please? Why am I being treated so respectfully if I am just a lowly servant?” Elizabeth asked.
“I’ll tell you if you promise not to tell anyone that I told you,” Isabel whispered.
“Promise,” Elizabeth promised as Max sat down to her right.
“My father plans to school you, this you know. Well, he’ll have you work for maybe a week, possibly less, before he will have you quit working completely, and at this point, he will bring you up as a noblewoman…tutors, etiquette lessons…the works! He’s taken a liking to you…not something out father normally does,” Isabel said, smiling largely.
“Are you sure?” Elizabeth asked, her eyes widening.
“Positively!” Isabel exclaimed.
“Sure of what?” Max asked from besides Elizabeth.
“Nothing,” Isabel quickly said.
“Fine, don’t tell me,” Max said bitterly.
“God Max, must you know EVERYTHING?” Isabel demanded.
“Silence!” Maximillion exclaimed quietly at the two bickering children.
“Sorry father,” they both mumbled in unison. They all ate dinner in silence until Maximillion rose and let the three of them leave.
“Goodnight,” he said to them as they walked out.
“I will see you tomorrow, my Lady, my Lord,” Elizabeth said, nodding to the others, and then turning to go down to the maid’s quarters just as Mary-Beth had instructed her to do.
“Wait! Liz!” Isabel said.
“Yes my Lady?” Elizabeth asked.
“Please…it’s Isabel, and you are to stay in my quarters tonight,” Isabel said, smiling at her new friend.
“Really? Cool,” Elizabeth said, smiling widely before nodding goodnight to Max, and following Isabel upstairs.
Max watched as the two girls walked up the stairs and smiled. Maybe this wouldn’t be so awful after all.

A/N: Reviews are always helpful; they let me know that you want more 

lol, you'll see why he picked her up so soon, it explains it in further chapters...I guess in here Isabel is just easier to adjust to new things...and Max isn't...I have close to 5 chapters typed, and 7 or 8 written on paper, so here is the next chapter


Author’s Note: Just wanted to let you guys know…Isabel isn’t really an ice queen in my fic…she’s a lot nicer. Also, a lot of you might be confused as to why Isabel is so excepting of Liz…well I guess it’s because she likes having a girl around her age to live with her and stuff…like a sister.

Disclaimer: I, sadly, own none of these wonderful characters, only the plot

Chapter 3: Small Talk and more

Elizabeth yawned and sat up, stretching her arms. Last night she had experienced the best sleep in her life that she could remember. The feather mattress and silk sheets were heaven compared to the cold ground she usually slept on.

“Good morning sleepy head,” Isabel said, sitting in a chair while her governess did up her hair.

“Good morning, do you happen to know the time?” Elizabeth asked, sliding out of the comfortable bed and stretching.

“Yes, actually, it is close to 9 o’clock, Alice, please bathe, clothe, and do Miss Elizabeth’s hair, she is going shopping with me today; she needs a wardrobe,” Isabel said, standing up as Alice finished her hair.

“What shall I do about my work?” Elizabeth asked.

“Work? Oh, yes, I have received good news. Father has decided that it was dumb to make you work for such a short amount of time, we need to start preparing you for social events and such,” Isabel said.

“Why did he tell me that I would be getting a job in the first place then?” Elizabeth asked, thoroughly confused.

“He thought that if he told you he wanted to take you in and make you a proper lady, you wouldn’t believe him…” Isabel stated.

“Um…ok,” Elizabeth said as Alice ushered her to the bathroom.

An hour and a half later, Elizabeth stood up from her chair, looking truly like nobility. Isabel had given her a peach colored silk dress, which was accompanied with a corset, and a hoop. To go along with it Isabel also gave her white silk gloves to wear.

Her hair was up in an intricate up-do consisting of curls and such. She had rouge, lipstick, and eye makeup on as well.

To top it all of, Elizabeth had a beautiful diamond necklace, that Isabel had been kind enough to let hr borrow, on, peach colored slippers, and a white shawl made of snow white fur.

“You look positively beautiful!” Isabel exclaimed, twirling Elizabeth around.

“It isn’t me though…corsets…hoops, slippers, silk…diamonds…I’m not used to any of this,” Elizabeth said, fingering the necklace delicately.

“You’ll get used to it I suppose. You will be sharing a room with me also. Now, to get people to respect you more we will just say that you moved here from Northern England, and you are a good friend of the family’s,” Isabel explained.

“Ok,” Elizabeth replied. Isabel then took her hand and led her out of her quarters and over to Max’s.

“Max! Hurry up!” Isabel exclaimed, pounding on his door.

“Just a second!” he called. A second later he opened the door, but then froze. He didn’t have a shirt on.

“Isabel, I had no clue anyone was with you!” Max exclaimed, quickly grabbing his shirt and putting it on, then his coat and hat. Elizabeth blushed at the lack of clothes Max had on, also at how nicely sculpted his abs were. She instantaneously scolded herself for that thought though, he was nobility. She was street scum, no matter how nice she dressed.

“Are you ready now?” Isabel asked impatiently.

“Yes I am,” Max said, closing his door behind himself,” Good morning Miss Elizabeth.”

“Good morning my Lord,” Elizabeth replied politely.

“Please, this, my Lord stuff is overbearing…call me Max, everyone else does,” Max said, giving her a small smile. Elizabeth nodded and the 3 of them headed out to the carriage.

“You must get some blue silk, and green velvet, and yellow satin…oh let’s just get them all!” Isabel exclaimed. Max rolled his eyes, but stood still just the same.

“Now, last but not least, you need an extravagant gown for the Barrington’s annual Christmas Ball, they are the richest family besides the royal family,” Isabel informed Elizabeth. She called the seamstress over and together they decided that Elizabeth’s dress would be dark green silk with a hoop skirt and a lace bodice with a high collar.

“It’s ABSOLUTELY gorgeous!” Isabel exclaimed, 3 hours later. Max had the seamstress put the cost on his father’s bill, and she responded that they could pick the dresses up in a week, 3 days before the party. Once back in the carriage Max sat across from Elizabeth and Isabel sat down next to Max.

“Well, that was quite exhilarating,” Max said.

“Yes, quite,” Elizabeth agreed.

“What’s with the small sentences?” Max asked a minute later, noticing that Isabel had dozed off to sleep.

“I don’t’ know, I’m just not used to this lifestyle yet,” Elizabeth said, sighing.

“Oh,” Max replied.

“Look at you, now you’re the one using small sentences,” Elizabeth said, letting out a laugh.

“What a beautiful laugh,” The though popped into Max’s head without warning.

“We shall arrive at your estate in half an hour my Lord,” the driver said.

“Thank you Nigel,” Max responded, before shrugging Isabel off himself.

“Mind if I sit next to you?” he asked.

“No, go right ahead,” Elizabeth replied, scooting over on her seat to make room for Max, “comfortable?”

“Yes, quite, thank you,” Max said, smiling.

“Good, so you are 17?” Elizabeth asked.

“Yes, yes I am 17, I will turn 18 in September of next year,” Max said.

“Ah, I turn 17 in March of next year,” Elizabeth said. Max nodded.

“Have you ever wondered about you…parents?” he asked, looking at her.

“Yeah, I actually remember a lot from before they died though. My mom was beautiful, I look just like her, and my dad was a very noble…handsome looking man. We lived in a huge house…I just don’t remember my last name…and that’s maybe what I want to know the most,” Elizabeth said quietly.

“I see what you mean about that. Sure you know what your parents look like, but you want to know your surname because it gives you a sense of belonging,” max replied, giving her a small, understanding smile.

“Thank you for being a friend, you and your sister both,” Elizabeth said.

“Your welcome,” Max responded, “so I suppose you are not married?”

“No Max,” Elizabeth replied, using his name. She liked the way the sound of his name rolled off her tongue.

“I suppose then, that my father will have you married before next Christmas,” max informed her. Elizabeth raised her brow.

“Will I be forced into marriage? I wish to marry for love, not because it’s in the interest of another person,” Elizabeth declared to Max.

“Well, you might have to do just that. My father will find a rich, respectable man and will be expected to marry him,” Max said.

“Well, we’ll see I guess,” Elizabeth quietly replied, aware that she was almost arguing with him.

“Don’t worry Liz, I’m sure it will all work out for you,” Max said. Elizabeth almost blushed at the use of her nickname, but didn’t.

“Are you married Max?” Elizabeth asked, wanting to get the attention off herself.

“No I am not, though my father insists that I marry while I am still young, I have yet to find love,” Max said simply.

“Has your father tried to direct you in a certain direction?” Elizabeth asked, propping her cheek on her palm and turning to face him.

“Yes. A woman named Tess Harding. Her father is nobility, but she is awful. She is annoying and always needs to get her way, she acts charming around me, her voice dripping with poisonous honey, but once I leave, I hear her bossing everyone around. Sure she’s beautiful and rich, but to tell you the truth, I can’t stand her,” Max confessed.

“Thanks for telling me that, it helps me get to know you a little bit better,” Elizabeth said, gracious that he was telling her anything at all.

“That’s what friends so,” max shrugged. There was something about this girl that was drawing him in. He wanted to tell her his secrets…he WANTED to be more than a friend.

“We are here my Lord,” Nigel announced, getting down from his seat and opening the door for them.

“Bell, wake up,” Max said, nudging Isabel. She sat up abruptly and got out of the carriage with Nigel’s help, and he left with her to make sure she got back to the mansion safely, leaving Max and Elizabeth in the carriage alone.

Elizabeth stood up and made to get out of the carriage, but Max held up his hand.

“Me first,” he said, jumping out, then holding a hand out to help her down,” one must always be a gentleman, unless they are a woman of course.” Elizabeth smiled and took his hand. She stepped down, but then, not used to walking in the high heeled slippers, slipped on the step and fell into Max’s strong arms.

She blushed deeply and looked up at him. Their eyes locked. She started to get down, but his grasp tightened. Pursing her lips she looked shyly at him once again. Max looked at her, deeply mesmerized by her chocolate brown eyes. The next act was truly instinctive. He leaned down and placed his lips on her’s, enveloping Elizabeth in a soft kiss.

Well...I think Max was judging her by how she looked at first...but now that he's gotten to know her better, it changes...


Disclaimer: Blah blah blah blah…don’t own anything otherwise Roswell would be in its 5th season and a new episode would be on everyday on the WB….blah blah blah…

Chapter 4: Christmas

Elizabeth pulled back lightly and looked up at Max. He set her down and cupped her face in both of his hands.

“You are beautiful,” he said, moving his hand to fix a stray piece of her hair.

“My Lord…I can’t,” Elizabeth said, removing herself from is grasp and pulling up her skirts a bit so she could run in the mansion.

“Damn,” Max cursed out loud, “wonderful Max, you just went and screwed it all up. What was I thinking anyways? She’s street filth!”

“That you’ve fallen for her?” Isabel suggested quietly, coming behind him.

“How long…I thought you went inside!” Max exclaimed.

“Yes, but I came back out to get you two, and saw what happened. Father won’t approve,” Isabel said.

“I know. He wants me to marry Tess,” Max said, his face distorting in disgust.

“Well, good for you that you don’t like her, she’s awful…conceited…” Isabel said, ticking the things off her fingers.

“Enough dear sister, let’s go inside…will you please talk to Liz?” Max asked.

“Of course,” Isabel said, giving Max a hug before walking ahead of him into the mansion.

Elizabeth ran into Isabel’s quarters, exhausted. Max had kissed her. Max! It took all of her might to pull away, but she vowed that she would never fall for a man, ever. She was going to be an independent woman if it killed her. Maybe her fear of men came from her father abandoning her. Though her mother abandoned her as well, her father was a male signal in her life. Her street father had died as well…and all of the boys she had liked on the streets weren’t interested…or were interested for the wrong reasons.

“Liz, what is wrong?” Isabel asked.

“Your brother, he kissed me,” Elizabeth said, walking up to Isabel.

“Do you not like him?” Isabel asked again.

“Maybe at one time…but not anymore…now, may we let this be, and forget about it?” Elizabeth pleaded.

“Fine, but just let it be known, father will find an escort for you,” Isabel stated, taking her hair down.

“Who will it be?” Elizabeth questioned.

“It has yet to be revealed, though father is leaning in the direction of a nobleman by the name of Kyle Valenti, an Italian Lord, he might will for you to go alone and dance with whoever gives an offer,” Isabel said, taking out Elizabeth’s hair-do for her.

They both got undressed and put on their night shifts before Elizabeth lay down in her bed and fell quickly to sleep.

2 Weeks Later

“Miss Elizabeth! Your dresses have arrived!” Mary-Beth exclaimed. Chelsea quickly got up from where she was studying French, and ran into the foyer.

“Just in time! Christmas is tomorrow, and the ball a day after that!” Elizabeth exclaimed. She has slowly started to become accustomed to the ways of the wealthy over the 2 weeks that had passed, but no matter what, she always felt like she was a baby doll, dressed up stiffly and not able to control her own life.

Neither Max not herself had mentioned the kiss; they went back into old-ish routine of being just friends.

Chelsea gave up on any idea of a romance with him. He was like a brother to her. He had even defended her against a man that was hitting on her, in a rude fashion, in London a week earlier.

“Oh Liz, they are spectacular!” Isabel exclaimed, clapping her hands in delight.

“Yes they are! Mary-Beth dear, can you help me take them up?” Elizabeth asked, taking her Christmas Ball gown dress carefully in her arms.

“No, no child, put that down, we will get it all up there, get back to your studies,” Mary-Beth said, smiling. Elizabeth smiled back and ran back to the study hall before she got in trouble.

“Where’s the fire?” max asked, grinning from where he stood in the doorway.

“Oh, Max, I just didn’t want to get in trouble,” Elizabeth explained, flushing slightly.

“It was quite a sight actually, I haven’t seen a woman run in a very long time,” Max replied, the grin still on his face, “are you pleased with your dresses?”

“Yes, very!” Elizabeth exclaimed, looking up from her work, “monsieur, je suis fini.”

“Très bien, you may take the rest of the day off,” her French teacher said, nodding to acknowledge Max’s presence.

“Merci,” Elizabeth said, gathering her books and leaving with Max.

“Will you take a walk outside with me?” Max asked after Elizabeth put her books away.

“Max, it’s freezing outside!” Elizabeth said, laughing.

“I know, that’s why we will bundle up,” Max proclaimed.

“As much as I would love to, I must wrap my gifts; unless you’d rather me go on a walk with you, and you not getting your presents?” Elizabeth asked.

“I guess that means no walk,” Max said, grinning, “as for your gift, already wrapped.”

“Oh really? Well, mine isn’t, so I must attend to that, Au revoir!” Chelsea said, going back into her bedroom and smiling before shutting the door. Chuckling softly Max shook his head and left.

Elizabeth walked over to her chest and took out various items. Maximillion had been kind enough to give her a generous allowance for Christmas gifts.

For Isabel, she had purchased a beautiful pair of intricate, dainty lace gloves which were embroidered with jewels at the edge.

For Maximillion, a gold ring with his crest on it, and diamonds embedded around it.

For Max, this had taken the longest, she had no clue what to buy at first, but then she asked Isabel, who helped a lot. He loved taking his falcon out on hunts supposedly, ever since he was a kid. Going along with that, she bought him a thick black leather glove, so the falcon’s talons wouldn’t hurt him, embroidered in jewels with his initials, and a leather hood for his hawk, also embroidered with his initials.

She wrapped the presents and was very pleased with her purchases as she took them downstairs and placed them under the tree.

“Are you excited?” Isabel asked, coming up behind her and placing her own gifts under the tree.

“More than I think I’ve ever been. Christmas has never been very big for me…living on the streets. This is the first time I’ve actually looked forward to it…the first time I get to give real gifts, the first time that I’ve been in a beautifully decorated house,” Elizabeth explained.

“I see…come now, it’s time to go to bed, we will be getting up extra early tomorrow!” Isabel exclaimed, grabbing Elizabeth’s hand and dragging her upstairs.

“Good night!” Elizabeth said from her bed a minute later.

“Nighty night!” Isabel replied. Elizabeth closed her eyes and went off into a blissful sleep.

“Go away!” Elizabeth mumbled as someone shook her awake.

“Liz, wake up! It’s Christmas!” Isabel exclaimed. Elizabeth opened her eyes sleepily and sat up. A smile formed on her face as realization dawned upon her.

She sat up and stretched, slightly startled when a silk robe slipped on her body. She looked behind herself and smiled at Mary-Beth, who was re-assigned as her governess.

“Come now! Let’s go!” Isabel exclaimed once Elizabeth had quickly brushed her hair and Mary-Beth had quickly put it in a braid. The two girls ran as fast as they could down the stairs and into the family room, where Maximillion and Max stood, waiting for them, and talking quietly.

“We’re here! Now we can start!” Isabel said excitedly, plopping down in a cushy armchair. Elizabeth sat down on the love seat, Max taking the seat next to her, while, very unusually, Maximillion sat on the floor by the tree.

“Me first!” Isabel said. Her father nodded and handed out the presents from Isabel. She got Max new cuff links, with his initials on them, and her father, an embroidered waistcoat; last but not least, she had gotten Elizabeth a beautiful umbrella, perfect for protecting her from the sun during the summer. It was white lace and silk with a beautiful design on it.

“Thank you so much!” Elizabeth said, smiling widely. Next, Elizabeth handed out her own presents. Isabel cried out when she saw her gift, she said the gloves were absolutely spectacular, and hugged Elizabeth. Maximillion thanked her grandly for her gift, saying it was one of the finest pieces of jewelry he had. And Max…Max opened his gift and a smile slowly crept upon his handsome features. A look of pure delight and astonishment.

“This is amazing…thank you so much, my gift seems like nothing compared to this…my falcon will love these very much,” Max said, surprising Elizabeth by leaning in and kissing her quickly on the cheek. She smiled bashfully at them all before they moved on.

By the time all the presents had been passed out, Elizabeth was almost busting with happiness. She had received countless amazing gifts, for example, from Maximillion, a pair of lace gloves almost rivaling the pair that Isabel had received, and a bracelet made of aquamarine, her birthstone.

It was the gift from Max that made her almost cry though.

He handed her a small, flat present. She looked at him and smiled before tearing the paper off to reveal a big, square, black velvet box. She gasped. There was jewelry in here! With shaky hands she opened the box up and gasped openly. Inside was a gold diamond necklace. Not just any diamond necklace though. In the center there was a magnificent diamond, bigger than her thumb. It was surrounded by dozens of smaller diamonds; so many that you could barely see the gold.

“Every girl needs her diamonds, and I decided why not give you magnificent necklace to add more to your dress than is already there,” Max simply stated. Elizabeth couldn’t think of anything to say, she just leaned in close to Max and gave him a big hug.

“Thank you sooo much,” Elizabeth said. After this emotional scene everyone left the room and went to their own quarters, Elizabeth staying in the family room, just looking over the spectacular gifts she had received. She sighed happily and stood up, going over to the doorway to gave around the entry hall, which was decorated with wreaths, and bows, the whole works.

“Merry Christmas,” Max said to her, coming down the stairs.

“Merry Christmas Max,” Elizabeth said, smiling from where she stood. Max smiled back then looked quickly above her before walking in big strides over to her. Elizabeth looked up at the last second and realized that she was standing under mistletoe. Before she could move out of the way, Max was in front of her with his lips on her own. Instead of pulling away this time, Elizabeth returned the kiss, wanting to show how much giving that gift to her meant to her.

“Wow,” he said quietly.

“Yeah,” Elizabeth replied. Max smiled and kissed her again quickly before turning bout face and heading back upstairs, leaving Elizabeth all grins.


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Chapter 5: The Barrington’s Annual Christmas Ball


“Liz! Hurry up!” Isabel exclaimed, banging on her bedroom door.

“Just a tick! Mary-Beth’s helping me with my…corset,” Elizabeth replied suddenly out of breath as her corset was tightened.

Ten minutes had passed when Elizabeth finally stepped out, smiling. The gown hugged her every curve and showed off her well shaped shoulders. The green silk contrasted nicely with her olive skin. Her hair was piled on top of her head in a mass of curls, and jewels were even weaved into it.

“Oh my…you look even better than me!” Isabel exclaimed, smiling.

“No I don’t. Now, shall we go?” Elizabeth asked. Isabel nodded and they walked grandly down the staircase, met by the eyes of Max, Maria, Maximillion, and two other people that Elizabeth didn’t know.

“Alex!” Isabel exclaimed, hurrying down the stairs and into a man with short, dark hair’s arms, “Elizabeth, this is my fiancé, Alexander Whitman III, his father is the Duke.”

Elizabeth bowed, then turned to look at Maria and smiled hello.

“Hello Elizabeth! Long time no see! This is Michael Guerin, Lord Michael Guerin, my husband,” Maria said, smiling.

“Pleased to meet you my Lord,” Elizabeth said, curtsying.

“Call me Michael,” he said smiling, “you look very beautiful, almost rivaling my Maria.”

“Thank you,” Elizabeth replied, smiling bashfully.

“Well, I believe it’s time for us to leave,” Maximillion said, glancing at his gold pocket watch.

Isabel exited on Alex’s arm and they went to their own carriage, next went Michael and Maria to their own carriage, and then Maximillion went to his.

“Liz, I shall escort you as far as the ball, and from there on, you’re on your own,” Max said, holding out his elbow for Elizabeth to take.

Elizabeth smiled and linked her arm with his, and he led her to the carriage.

“You look very beautiful tonight, that necklace looks spectacular on your neck,” max said, seated across from Elizabeth as the carriage took off.

“Thank you very much, you look handsome yourself,” Elizabeth said, giving a small smile. They sat in silence while the mansion loomed in the distance.

“Madam, my Lord,” the person opening the carriage door said, and bowing his head to both. Max nodded and got down, and like de JA vu, he offered his hand to her. Elizabeth put her hand in his and this time made sure that her foot landed on the step.

“Now, I will escort you in, and to the grand ballroom, and from there you will stand by a wall and wait for an offer, I will offer to dance with in about an hour,” Max said, leading her right up to the grand ballroom doors. Elizabeth looked over at him and smiled before taking a deep breath and looking ahead as the grand doors opened and their names were announced.

Elizabeth froze as everyone stared intently at her, as if judging her. Max nudged her arm and she snapped out of it, pasting a fake smile on her lips before walking down the stairs. When they reached the bottom Max turned and nodded to her before he went on his way and Elizabeth went to stand by the other women who were not dancing.

Most of the ladies looked at her with their noses in the air, and one or two nodded in acknowledgement.

“Liz!” Maria said joyfully, coming up to her.

“Why is everyone so mean?” Elizabeth asked.

“Because you are far prettier than all of them combined,” Maria said, glaring at them, “now, I would like to introduce you to the Lord Kyle Valenti.”

“Kyle Valenti…why does that ring a bell?” Elizabeth thought, “oh no! He’s the man Maximillion is trying to get me to marry!”

A man around the age of 23 or 24 stepped up from behind Maria and bowed. He was pretty handsome, with dark hair and tan skin, close to the color of Elizabeth’s.

“Miss Elizabeth, you are more beautiful than I imagined, may I have the honor of dancing with you?” Kyle asked politely. Elizabeth considered saying no, but knew one dance wouldn’t harm anything. She took his hand and he swept her onto the dance floor. He waltzed excellently and led her so well that she forgot she couldn’t dance very well.

While dancing se glanced over Kyle’s shoulder and noticed Max dancing with a short, busty blonde.

“Must be Tess,” she thought. It was written all over his face that he strongly disliked her, and Tess was the only person Max had mentioned disliking to Elizabeth.

He caught her eye while Tess and Kyle were both facing the opposite direction and made a face before winking.

Elizabeth smiled slightly before tuning back in to Kyle.

“Um, could you say that again my Lord?” she asked him.

“How long has your family known the Evans?” Kyle asked, surveying her as he talked.

“Since I was around 6, we met at a party, rather my parents met them,” Elizabeth said, using the story Isabel had given to her.

“I hear you are 16,” he continued.

“Yes, I turn 17 in March of next year,” Elizabeth answered. She was getting tired of answering these questions.

When the song ended Elizabeth almost sighed in relief. She curtsied to Kyle before walking briskly back to the wall.

By the time the hour was done, Elizabeth had danced with 8 men, Max not included, but Isabel’s fiancé and Maria’s husband were among them.

“May I have this dance?” someone asked. Elizabeth sighed and, still looking at the ground, took his hand, letting him lead her out on the dance floor.

Throughout most of the song Elizabeth continued to look at the ground before she finally looked up at him and pasted a smile on her face.

She curtsied and yet again went to the wall, where her hand was quickly grabbed and she was almost literally flung back out on the dance floor.

Startled, she looked up and started to laugh quietly.

“Max, when will you ever learn? Women can’t be flung around!” Elizabeth said quietly.

“Sorry, I wanted…I NEEDED to dance with you. All these girls, they are awful, giggling and blushing,” Max said disgustedly.

“I saw you dancing with Tess, she is very beautiful,” Elizabeth said as he dipped her.

“So are you. But she has a voice like nails scraping on a slate, you m’dear, do not,” Max replied, swinging her around by the waist once as the dance said to.

“That’s very kind of you. Do you know if there is a room I can sit down in?” Elizabeth asked, her feet aching unbearably.

“Yes, follow me,” max said the second the dance ended.
He led her out the door and to a small room with a sofa and a fireplace in it.

“You may stay here for a bit, I will be back after the next song,” Max said. Elizabeth nodded and sat down, taking off her slippers at the same time.

“Excuse me Miss, may I ask what you are doing in here?” A man asked her a minute later, walking into the room.’

“The Young Lord Evans said I may rest here for a minute,” Elizabeth nervously explained.

“I see, I will let you rest then,” he said. Before he left he turned and gazed at her face. Elizabeth pondered, but decided he was just trying to figure out who she was.

“Are you all relaxed? Lord Valenti wished to dance with you again, but could not find you,” Max said, entering the room.

“I wish he would leave me alone, I have no intentions of marriage yet, at least not to a complete stranger. Now, who was that man that just came in here?” Elizabeth asked, slipping her slippers back on.

“A man…that would’ve been the Lord Barrington himself…he let you stay here?” Max asked, sitting beside her.

“Yes…why wouldn’t he?” Elizabeth asked, rolling her neck around to get the stiffness out of it.

“Let me…Lord Barrington and his wife aren’t known to be too kind towards younger people. They lost a young child a while back to influenza,” Max said, turning her around so he could massage her neck and shoulders. She tensed up at first, his hands feeling weird on her bare shoulders, but relaxed after she realized it felt good.

“That’s awful, was it a boy or girl?” Elizabeth asked, her eyes closed.

“Girl, but that’s all I can remember,” Max said, still massaging Elizabeth’s shoulders the same way Isabel had shown him a couple of times.

“Liz? Max! Where are you?!?” Isabel exclaimed. Elizabeth jerked up and fixed her dress while Max stood slowly up.

“In here! I was resting,” Elizabeth said when Isabel came in.

“Well, you’ve rested long enough. Kyle Valenti went to father, looking for you, who was with Tess, who was looking for YOU Max,” Isabel said, a worried look on her face.

“What will we do?” Elizabeth asked.

“You are going to go in, saying that you can’t dance due to…stomach pains, and I will offer to take you home,” Max said. Elizabeth smiled.

“That’s brilliant! Now, shall we go?” Elizabeth asked, picking up her skirts a bit and quickly walking back in the ballroom.

“THERE you are!” Maximillion said as she walked up to him, Kyle and Tess by his side.

“I am sorry, my Lord, I can dance no longer due to...stomach pains,” Elizabeth said, blushing slightly.

“I understand, why don’t you sit and talk with Kyle for a bit,” Maximillion suggested.

“Father, I will take her home if it can help,” Max said, walking up to his father. Tess smiled sweetly at him, and he curtly nodded at her.

“Yes, my lord, I think I need to rest at home if you don’t mind…I am sorry that I am such a burden,” Elizabeth said, bowing her head.

“No, you’re not a burden. Max, take her home and make sure Mary-Beth gives her something for the pain,” Maximillion said, smiling. Elizabeth slowly curtsied and walked upstairs towards the carriage, with Max by her side, both smirking.

Right as they left Elizabeth heard Tess whine, “But I want him to stay!” she held back laughter until she was safely in the carriage with Max next to her, where she burst out laughing.

“She is such a twit!” Elizabeth said between peals of laughter.

“That…that she is,” Max replied, laughing as well. Elizabeth smiled sleepily and rested her head on the back of the seat, closing her eyes.

Max smiled down at her and moved further down the seat, also moving Elizabeth so she could stretch out with her head on his jacket, on his lap. He pushed some of her silky brown hair out of her face and stroked her skin that was as soft as rose petals.

“She’s so beautiful and innocent,” Max thought, sighing. He then closed his eyes, “take the long way home,” he said to the driver before drifting off into a peaceful sleep.

Disclaimer: Don’t own any of these people…though I REALLY wish that I did…just so that I could make anew episode of Roswell everyday
Author’s Note: Ok…there is just a little bit of language in here….and Max seems really mean…just wanted to let you know for some reason. And…finally! Here starts the romance Just to let ya’ll know, this may push the PG-13 limits just a liiiiiittle bit to close to R, but I promise I won’t let it get too bad

Chapter 6: Revelations


Elizabeth opened her eyes and gazed around. She was in the carriage, but it wasn’t moving. She looked up and her eyes widened. Max was above her, asleep, and her head was resting in his lap!

He stirred and woke up, averting his eyes down to her own, and smiled. Embarrassed, she started to sit up and put her hand out to support it. She saw Max’s eyes widen as she sat up and she looked to where her hand was resting, pulling it away immediately and blushing. Her hand had been resting on the section of his pants right above his manhood.

“Um…” she said, glad it was dark so that Max couldn’t see the extreme redness of her face, “where are we?”

“The driver parked the car, but obviously didn’t’ want to wake us up,” Max said, sitting up straighter and discreetly putting his arm around Elizabeth so that her head was resting on his shoulder.

“Max…no, I’m not your lover, or your fiancé, none of that, we’re just friends,” Elizabeth quietly said, scooting from under his arm…it made a feeling stir from within her…and it felt too good to be right.

“I understand. We better get inside,” Max replied, leaning over Elizabeth to open the door. Her heart jumped into her throat and her eyes widened.

By the time the door was open, Elizabeth felt like she was going t completely crack.

“Max, I need you to stop touching me,” Elizabeth said, her voice shaking.

“Why?” Max asked, stopping where he was, leaning across Elizabeth, on purpose.

“Because…it’s making weird sensations go through my body,” Elizabeth said in almost a whisper.

“That’s good…because that’s exactly how you made me feel just a minute ago,” Max replied, gazing soulfully into Elizabeth’s eyes. Elizabeth felt her heartbeat accelerate a mile a minute as Max slowly leaned in closer to her.

Her breath was ragged as their lips touched. He placed his hand behind her head and deepened the kiss further, sending a jolt of electricity to Elizabeth that she had never experienced before, not even with one of the other kisses she had received from Max in the past. Instead of pulling back though, Elizabeth kissed him back eagerly, letting all of her emotions spill into this kiss.

She felt Max’s arm move to the carriage door, and he quickly shut it, returning his hand to caress her face. Elizabeth felt his tongue touch her lips, begging for the entrance he needed, and she willingly granted it to him, letting their hot tongues collide with each other, sending waves of pleasure into Elizabeth’s body.

“Max!” Elizabeth gasped, pulling back slightly, “we need to stop, otherwise I won’t be able, or want to stop.”

“Ok,” Max replied in a husky voice that almost made Elizabeth want to start kissing him again. He smiled and leaned in for one last electrifying kiss before helping her fix her hair, and then helping her out of the carriage.

“Where HAVE you been?!?!?! You’re lucky father went straight to bed and didn’t ask for you!” Isabel exclaimed the moment they walked in, holding hands. Isabel gasped at the sight and took Elizabeth’s hand, pulling her with her.

“He will KILL you if he finds out!” Isabel shrieked as Mary-Beth helped Elizabeth out of her dress and into a night shift.

“He won’t find out,” Elizabeth said.

“But he will, he has spies all over this house!” Isabel said.

“Let’s talk about this come morning, good night,” Elizabeth sighed, closing her eyes and falling instantaneously to sleep.

“Talk to her!” said a female voice.

“I’m not going in there!” a male voice replied.

“She’s not naked or anything! Just…go!” the female voice said in a demanding tone. Elizabeth then heard her door open.

“Liz,” the male voice said. Elizabeth eyes popped open when she realized all that she was wearing was a thin shift. She immediately pulled her sheets higher before looking at him.

“Max, what are you doing in here?” Elizabeth asked, hoping she looked okay.

“Isabel wants me to talk to you…she says we need to figure everything out,” Max replied, sitting on the edge of Elizabeth’s bed.

“Max, we don’t need to talk about anything, we know everything that is going on,” Elizabeth said.

“Well, about father and such…he won’t approve of our relationship at all,” Max replied.

“He won’t know. We shall keep it secret until it is safe for us to tell,” Elizabeth said, smiling.

“That could work, but it’s risky and if it doesn’t work, my father will feel betrayed and kick you out or something!” Max exclaimed, taking her small hand in his bigger one.

“It’s a risk I’m willing to take, plus after spending most of your life on the street, you learn to be sneaky,” Elizabeth said, grinning slyly.

“Well, I guess we can try that, now I’m going to go so you can get dressed,” Max replied, kissing her hand before getting up and leaving. Elizabeth smiled. It amazed her at how much a small kiss could affect her.

Elizabeth dressed in a blue velvet gown, simpler than most of her dresses, and left her hair down.

“Good morning Miss Elizabeth,” Elizabeth froze. At the bottom of the stairs was none other than Kyle Valenti, with a smug smile on his face.

“Good morning my Lord, I am afraid that I can’t talk today, I have dance and writing classes today,” Elizabeth said politely, for once glad that she had busy days.

“The Lord Maximillion has cancelled your classes, I wish to take you out…to court you…Elizabeth,” Kyle said.

“Can you give me a minute…please?” Elizabeth asked, desperate to get away.

“Certainly,” Kyle replied as Elizabeth rushed up the stairs and to Max’s chambers.

“Max!!!” she exclaimed, banging on his door. He quickly threw it open, his tunic unbuttoned, worry written all across his face.

“What is it?” he asked.

“Lord Kyle is downstairs…he wants to COURT me! What shall I do? This surely means that your father wants me to marry him!” Elizabeth exclaimed.

“Then we both have problem. Father invited Tess over…and we shall go on a double date,” Max said, rolling his eyes.

“Well at least we’ll be able to see each other,” Elizabeth sighed, “where are we going?”

“The park, probably a sleigh ride and ice skating,” Max said, buttoning his tunic up, “dress warmly.” Elizabeth nodded and turned to leave but Max gently grabbed her arm, turned her around and kissed her.

“Now you can go,” he said, smiling. Elizabeth blushed and hurried to her room, picking out a pretty white dress, then putting on her white rabbit fur lined boots, hat, muff, and shawl.

“Lovely,” Max commented, waiting at her door for her.

“Thank you,” Elizabeth replied, “I better go first.” She walked past him and down the stairs, smiling at Kyle, and now standing by him, Tess.

“Good morning Lady Tess,” Elizabeth said, smiling and nodding her head, but really cringing inside.

“Good morning Miss Elizabeth,” Tess replied with a sting to her voice, which instantly evaporated the moment Max appeared, “good morning Lord Max.” Her voice WAS like nails on a slate…Max wasn’t lying.

“Morning,” he mumbled before opening the door.
Tess eagerly walked out, then Kyle, and lastly Elizabeth, who touched Max’s hand briefly in assurance.

“Make sure you are tucked in tight enough Elizabeth,” Kyle said, moving the blanket that was around all of their laps over a bit for her. He was seated to her left, and to Elizabeth’s horror, he put his arm around her. Luckily, Max was on her right, and with his hand that was under the blanket, he intertwined his fingers with her’s.

Tess, of course, was all over Max. She hugged Max’s arm and rested her head on his shoulder.

“I have wonderful news Max; your father approves of our courting…and wants us married!” Tess exclaimed, smiling maliciously at Elizabeth.

“We haven’t even thought of marriage yet, I’ve only courted you 2 or 3 times,” Max calmly said, turning the horses towards the park with his hand that wasn’t clasping Elizabeth’s under the blanket.

“And…? We are perfect together! There is just one little bump in our road to happiness…her,” Tess said, glaring at Elizabeth, who was also tempted to glare back, but she felt Max’s hand tighten on her’s.

“Why is Elizabeth a problem?” Kyle asked innocently.

“She likes Max. It’s apparent that she’s trying to seduce him!” Tess exclaimed. Max’s hand ripped from Elizabeth’s and went to the reins, pulling the horses to a stop.

“You WILL not speak to a guest of MY house that way, ESPECIALLY not a friend!” Max roared loud enough that it made Elizabeth slightly recoil at the unexpectedness of it. Max looked over at her quickly and his eyes showed that he was sorry for scaring her.

“Yell all you want Max, your father won’t appreciate the fact that you were snogging that piece of rubbish in your carriage last night,” Tess smugly said.

“You saw?!?!?” Elizabeth exclaimed, Max glanced at her, as if saying let him talk.

“No, but I have my ways,” Tess said evilly.

“First, NEVER call Elizabeth that again, secondly, so what if you tell my father? Who do you think he’ll believe, you and a servant, or his own son and a Lor….and Elizabeth?” Max said.

“Me, of course, because I have myself, AND your sister dearest as witnesses,” Tess replied simply.

“Isabel would never go on your side!” Max exclaimed.

“She would if she had the right incentive,” Tess said.

“We’re going home. Sorry my Lord Kyle, and sorry Elizabeth for this…this bitch’s behavior,” Max said, glaring at Tess viciously. At this Tess slightly recoiled, but then looked forward and pouted as Max drove back to the mansion.

“Goodbye my Lord,” Elizabeth said to Kyle, “I am sorry that our date was ruined.”

“It is ok, until we meet again bella, ciao,” Kyle said, kissing her hand, and using the Italian word for ‘beautiful’ on her.

“Leave,” Max demanded to Tess, pointing away from the house. Tess opened her mouth to talk, but Max just pointed.

Glaring at Elizabeth, Tess turned bout face and stomped to her carriage, where her driver took off immediately.

“You ok?” Max asked Elizabeth, cupping her small face in his hands.

“Yes Max,” Elizabeth affirmed.

“Good, I’m going to go talk to Isabel now, I want you to come with me,” Max said, taking her hand, and leading her towards their room.

“I can’t believe he kissed my hand…and he called me Bella,” Chelsea said on the way.

“Well, he has good taste, I’ll give him that,” Max said, smiling before stopping in front of Isabel’s room.




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Chapter 7: Tears and Turmoil

“Isabel!” Max exclaimed, bursting into her room without knocking. She was sitting down and reading.

“What is it Max? What is sooo important that you couldn’t bloody knock?” Isabel snapped harshly.

“Why are you siding with Tess? You hate her bloody guts!” Max exclaimed. Isabel slammed her book shut and snapped out of her seat.

“Because of you two,” she said pointing at Max, and then Elizabeth, “Alex could be
found guilty of treason!”

“Why because of us?” Elizabeth asked timidly, fully aware of the fire burning in Isabel’s eyes.

“Tess set Alex up! If I don’t go along with her word, she’ll expose Alex’s phony treasonable files!” Isabel roared.

“Bell…I didn’t know…I’m sorry that you got pulled into all this,” Max said.

“Sorry?!?!?” Sorry can’t fix this! Thank you Max. Thank you for making me pick between one of my best friends and my fiancé!” Isabel exclaimed, tears spilling out of her usually happy eyes, “Why couldn’t you just…not kiss her! Why?!?”

Max was visibly in an emotional turmoil. His mouth was moving, but no words came out, he was at a loss of words.

“I…I don’t know…Bell, please!” Max exclaimed, knowing Isabel was treading dangerous ground.

“Please what? Forgive you for putting your personal pleasures before family once again? Forget it! Next time use mind to think, not your arousal!” Isabel choked out in-between her cascade of hot tears.

“P…pleasure? Is that all I am to you Max?” Elizabeth asked; hurt shining freshly in her big brown eyes.

“Liz…no, not you too…please,” Max pleaded, quickly turning to Elizabeth and reaching a hand out.

“Isabel…I’m sorry that I let this get as far as it did. Obviously I am more naïve than ever. I thought that I actually meant something to someone…and you opened my eyes. Boy did you open them…I need to take a walk,” Elizabeth said, her eyes glistening with tears before quickly glancing at Max and then turning and fleeing from the room.

“Wait, Liz!” Max called after Elizabeth in vain, “God Isabel, I’m sorry, ok? But did you have to bring my past and feelings for Liz into this?”

“Oh Max…I don’t know…I’m just…I’m in a difficult position right now. Stay true to my brother and one of my best friends and get Alex arrested, or stay loyal to my fiancé…my love, but then you have to marry Tess…and Liz…she gets kicked out…oh god Liz…I need to go after her and apologize…I screwed up big time!” Isabel exclaimed.

“No…I need to. You stay here and make up a story,” Max said, offering a feeble smile. Isabel nodded and wiped her tears away before Max quickly left the room in pursue of Liz.
*~*~*~*~*

Elizabeth ran out of the house and down the street a couple of blocks until she came to an alley that held many memories. She wiped her eyes and stepped forward.

“Anna? Anna, it’s me…Liz,” Elizabeth called into the alley. When no one answered, she took a tentative step in, “Anna…mum, are you here?”

Elizabeth looked around the alley and gasped. All of the supplies and sorts were in ruins all over the floor, and lying among the mess was Anna and a few of her homeless friends…dead.

She let out a cry before rushing to Anna and down to her. With a shaking hand, Elizabeth grasped Anna’s cold, stiff hand and sobbed.

“I am so sorry,” she whispered, kissing the hand before, blurry eyed, putting her hand down and slowly backing up. Elizabeth reached her hand out, as if to say a last goodbye, but then suddenly shrieked as she tripped over a rock and twisted around, falling on her face and in the meanwhile gashing her forehead and knocking herself unconscious.

*~*~*~*~*

“Liz! Liz!” Max exclaimed, walking quickly down the street. He stuck his hands in his pockets as the bitter wind nipped at them and walked forward, glancing in an alley and walking past it, but then freezing in place as his heart jumped to his throat.

Snapping around he looked back down the alley and saw none other than his Elizabeth…unconscious on her stomach with a pool of blood around her face.
Max hurtled forward and scooped her up in his arms, glancing back into the alley only once.

Scattered around were at least half a dozen dead, homeless people who Max assumed to be her family…the only family that she had truly known.

His heart went out to the petite brunette that was in his arms as he ran carefully to the town doctor’s house.

He pounded on the door until the elderly man opened it in a huff, but then took one glance at Elizabeth and ushered him inside.

“What happened?” he asked, setting her on a surgical table and taking out all of the necessary equipment.

“I…I don’t know, I found her in an alley on her stomach with blood around her face, I think she tripped,” Max said with a shaky voice.

“Who are her parents? I need to notify them,” the doctor asked. Max froze. He couldn’t tell…he just couldn’t…

"Y…you’d have to ask my father, I don’t know,” Max stuttered.

“Run and get him boy and come straight back,” the doctor said, prepping Elizabeth. Max nodded and raced out of the house, and didn’t stop until he reached his father’s study, throwing the doors open and racing to his father.

“Father…its Elizabeth…come with me,” Max said out of breath and doubled over.

“What’s wrong?” Maximillion asked, standing up with a worried look on his face.

“No time…let’s go,” Max said, turning around and getting ready to run.

“Wait, we’ll take horses, you’re exhausted and Dr. Miller lives almost a mile away,” Maximillion said, ushering his son to the stable where they got quickly on their horses and galloped as fast as possible to the doctor’s house.

“Where is she?” Maximillion demanded, walking into the house.

“My Lord, she’s in there and my husband is operating, but he asked me to ask you for information,” the doctor’s wife said, escorting them to a cozy sitting room.

“Who are her parents?” she asked firstly. Max looked at his father nervously and his father quickly looked at him.

“Her parents are…” Maximillion started, but the doctor opened the door, getting everyone’s attention.

“How is she?” Maximillion asked, standing up.

“Stable…she lost a considerate amount of blood so I gave her more. I also gave her stitches in hr forehead. She’s sleeping…well rather I believe she’s in a coma. I need to know who her parents are…they need to know,” Dr. Miller said, peeling his gloves off and gazing expectantly at the two.

“Father…” Max started.

“No…I have to…her parents are…” Maximillion started.




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Disclaimer: Don’t own anyone…or anything from Roswell
Author’s Note: Hey guys, if you happen to see the name ‘Chelsea’ instead of Elizabeth, I’m sorry, I’m doing 2 versions of this story and in the other version, and her name is Chelsea.

Chapter 8: In Love

“They are dead!” Max exclaimed, stopping his father in mid-sentence.

“Silence boy!” Maximillion scolded. The doctor noticed tension between the two, so he turned to another page in his pad of paper.

“How about you just tell me some basic medical facts,” he suggested. For the next 2 hours he asked basic questions and such.

“My husband! My dear she has awakened!” Dr. Miller’s wife exclaimed, rushing from the room where Elizabeth was.

“This is wonderful, I didn’t’ expect her to wake so soon! Stay here, I will be back,” Dr. Miller said, taking big strides towards Elizabeth’s room.

“Father, were you just going to give up that easily…with Elizabeth’s parents and all,” Max asked.

“Why do you care? It’s not like you actually like her,” Maximillion replied. When Max said nothing in reply to this, Maximillion looked curiously at his son and opened his mouth to speak, but the doctor interrupted him.

“She wishes to speak to you, Lord Evans,” he said.

“Which one?” Max asked.

“Not you, your father,” Dr. Miller said. Maximillion stood abruptly and walked in Elizabeth’s room.

“You asked for me?” he said gently, sitting at her bedside.

“Who are they?” Elizabeth asked bitterly, staring forward grimly.

“Who are you talking about?” Maximillion asked.

“My parents!” she exclaimed, her eyes glowing with hurt, “I know you know who they are, and you kept it from me…but I want you to tell me RIGHT now!”

“I knew this day would eventually come. My dear…that day I found you, I knew who you were immediately…oh you look so much like you mother…you weren’t orphaned Liz…you had influenza as a child…and your doctor kidnapped you and left you to die on the streets…and insane man, he was later sentenced to death,” Maximillion started.

“Wait, influenza…the…the Barrington’s child had…influenza,” Elizabeth stuttered out, her eyes growing wide as orbs.

“Yes…that child was you. That man…Max told me you talked to a man at the party…that was your father,” Maximillion said.

“Wait…he KNEW I was his daughter?” Elizabeth exclaimed, then throwing her hand to her head from the pain.

“Hush…calm down…no…he suspected it though,” Maximillion said.

“Why didn’t you take me to my family right away?” Elizabeth demanded, starting to see red.

“You need to talk to my son,” he said abruptly, standing up.

“Why?” I’m just another of his impulsive pleasures,” Elizabeth said bitterly, only realizing what was said a minute later.

“WHAT?!?!?” Maximillion roared.

“Um…” Elizabeth timidly said.

“You mean to tell me that what Lady Tess told me was TRUE?” he exclaimed.

“She told?!?” Elizabeth exclaimed.

“Yes she told! And it will stop IMMEDIATELY!” he growled.

“Don’t worry…I’m not a plaything to be used and then tossed away,” Elizabeth said. Maximillion’s face softened and he put his aged hand on her young face.

“I am sorry dear…you care for him don’t you?” he asked softly.

“I thought I did…well, I did. And I was naïve to think he truly cared for me…but obviously he doesn’t,” Elizabeth said softly as her eyes glimmered with tears.

Maximillion slowly began to feel his heart crumble into a million pieces at the sight of this young beauty crying.
Elizabeth sniffed and wiped her eyes before taking a deep breath and leaning her head back.

“Are you mad at me, my Lord Evans?” she asked into the silence a moment later.

“I don’t know, you’d have to ask him,” Max said from beside her.
Elizabeth’s eyes popped open and looked at Max, who was looking at her worriedly.

“What…what are you doing in here? Come to tell me how naïve and stupid I am?” Elizabeth asked, wiping away her tears.

“No…never. I was the one who found you Liz…were they your family?” Max asked tentatively, referring to the dead people.

“Well…yes, but now I find out that none other than the Barrington’s are my family. How could you? How could you lie directly to my face…twice!?!” Elizabeth angrily questioned.

“I never meant to hurt you…father strictly told me not to utter a word. As for us,” he said, reaching out to take her hand, which she jerked away immediately, “what Isabel said was true…in the past…it is not true, however, in concern with you. I’d never use you that way…never in a million years!” Max declared, “why do you think I desperately tried to keep Kyle away from you…or why do you think I hate Tess so much? Because they both are the only things…people…keeping me from you.”

“How can I believe you? I’m going back to my parents…and they will make me marry Kyle. I will not have a choice. Then what?” Elizabeth asked, but her tone not a harsh.

“Then I will die a lonely, bitter man, and no one will be able to live up to my expectations, for none will ever be able to meet up with your standards…the way you kiss…touch me…it’s unique and no one else can be half as good at it as you,” Max said, attempting again to put her hand in his, this time succeeding.

“We’ll work something out…don’t worry,” Elizabeth said, squeezing his hand. Little did they know that Maximillion was looking through the window in the door, tears silently falling down his face.

“When can I get out of here?” Elizabeth asked.

“Today. You will come back to the mansion, and tomorrow we will take you to…your home,” Max said, lowering his eyes, “I don’t know how often I’ll be able to see you…but we will have to be secretive when I can see you.”

“Yes…oh Max…I’m scared…scared that they won’t be able to live up to my expectations,” Elizabeth said.

“The Barrington’s are very nice, you will be fine,” Max replied, trying to sound positive.

“I guess…I keep wondering, if I had never met your father…would I be dead too?” Elizabeth asked.

“Don’t think that way at all…not at all. If I had never met you, I would have never known true love, I would’ve thought Tess and I were love…you helped me Liz…don’t’ regret it,” Max said, taking her other hand in his and pulling both of her hands up to his mouth, kissing every finger.

“You love me?” Elizabeth asked faintly in disbelief. Max gazed into her eyes and smiled.

“No. I don’t love you,” he said. Elizabeth’s smile disappeared, “I’m IN love with you.” Rolling her eyes Elizabeth smiled again.

“Don’t scare me like that again Max,” Elizabeth said, taking her hands back and framing Max’s face with them, “Maximillion Bartholomew Evans, I am more in love with you than I have ever been in love with anyone else.” Max smiled and put his hands over her’s, moving them around his neck before leaning his face in and kissing her. She kissed him back softly before pulling away.

“Not here…plus my forehead still hurts very much,” Elizabeth whispered.

“Ok,” Max replied, suddenly wrapping his arms around her and tightly hugging her, “don’t you ever scare me like that again. I thought…I thought you were d…dead, I thought you had died mad at me.”

“Oh Max,” Elizabeth said, soothing her sobbing love, “it’s ok, I’m here darling…don’t cry…you’re breaking my heart here.”

A minute later Max exited the room with red puffy eyes.

“Can she come home?” Max asked Dr. Miller.

“Yes,” Dr. Miller replied, going into the room to help her out of bed.

“Max, you need to stop this. You are marrying Tess…Elizabeth is marrying Kyle,” Maximillion said sternly.

“I can’t…I love her and she loves me…” Max stated.

“Her parents won’t approve,” Maximillion said to his son. He sympathized for him…but didn’t want him to suffer heartbreak.

“Let me deal with my own life,” Max said as Elizabeth walked slowly out in her dress, which had been washed, her muff, and her shawl, but instead of her hat, she had a big bandage wrapped around head.

“Hello…what time is it?” she asked, sensing the tension.

“9:00 pm Liz,” Maximillion said.

“You’ll be riding back on my horse with me,” Max said, walking towards her and sending his father a look that dared him to oppose this.

Max helped Elizabeth walk out to the horse as Maximillion talked to the doctor.
Elizabeth lifted her leg up to get on the horse, but gasped in pain, obviously she had sprained this as well. Sensing this, Max swooped her carefully scooped her into his strong arms and put her side-saddle onto the horse before jumping up himself.

Before taking off Max leaned in and kissed Elizabeth softly, and then galloped the horse back to his house.

“Liz! Oh my god I feel absolutely bloody awful! Are you okay? Of course you’re not…I will miss you sooo much! You must let me visit ALL the time!” Isabel exclaimed all in one breath.

“Calm down Isabel. First…why did you say that stuff to me? It hurt really badly,” Elizabeth said, standing in front of Isabel with Max behind her, his arm around her waist defensively.

“Oh Liz…you have to forgive me! I’m sorry, I was mad at Max and didn’t think about anything but hurting him…I really didn’t mean to hurt you…now…you look tired, let’s go upstairs and Mary-Beth will change your bandage,” Isabel said sincerely.

Elizabeth looked up at Max and nodded. Before letting go of her he leaned down and quickly kissed her, then hugged her.

“One a.m., be ready,” he whispered while embracing her. She nodded before pulling out of the hug and following Isabel up the stairs.

“Do you truly forgive me? Because I’ll understand if you don’t,” Isabel said as they were getting undressed.

“Yes Bell, now I am exhausted, goodnight,” Elizabeth said, glancing at the clock, which read 10:45 p.m.

Elizabeth lay in her bed trying not to fall asleep as the time ticked by, slow minute by slow minute.

When the clock struck midnight, Elizabeth couldn’t stand the wait any longer. She shut her eyes and drifted in and out of sleep until the clock struck one. She got up and quickly put on a pink silk dress that was very simple and didn’t involve a hoop or corset, a new French style and very romantic. She then quickly slipped her satin slippers on, and a black fur shawl before stepping silently into the hall, where a hand was instantly placed over her mouth.

“Shh…it’s me,” Max whispered, removing his hand but replacing it with his eager lips.

“Where are we going?” Elizabeth asked once they stepped into the cold winter weather.

“Somewhere we can be alone…I may never see you again,” Max said, taking her hand and leading her to an old cabin in the woods.

“This is my father’s…he built it himself and I’m the only one he ever told about it,” Max said, opening the door. Elizabeth smiled and walked in. Though the outside was sort of shabby, inside it was very well kept and beautiful.

“It’s so pretty in here!” Elizabeth exclaimed, walking over to the cushy couch against the wall. Max walked over and sat down next to her.

“So, you must leave I suppose?” Max asked quietly, his arm around Elizabeth, and her head resting on his shoulder.

“Yeah, I have to, they’re my parents,” Elizabeth said, sighing.

“I will try to see you as often as possible, and when the time is right we will talk to the proper people,” Max started, “I would do anything for you…anything to be with you.”

“Oh Max, what did I ever do to deserve you? Nothing…nothing is the answer, I haven’t done anything to warrant your love,” Elizabeth mumbled, closing her eyes and breathing in his special, unique scent.

“You are you. That’s all you ever needed to do, be yourself,” Max said, tousling her hair

“I love you Max…so much…so so…much,” Elizabeth said sleepily, yawning. Max waited until her breath was steadied before kissing the top of her head, whispering, “I love you too.” He closed his eyes and dreamt of his sleeping beauty the rest of the night.

Not a new chap, but a new banner!!

Disclaimer: I don’t own anything
Author’s Note: Here is the next chapter, hope you like Man, there is starting to be a lot of romantic tension between them…lol

Chapter 9: Don't Leave

Elizabeth shook her head slightly as something tickled her nose. It stopped and she cuddled up closer to the source of warmth.

“Oomph!” Max said quietly as Elizabeth shifted. He opened his eyes and smiled down at Elizabeth before looking up at the clock. 6:00 a.m., still early. He’d let her sleep another hour or so.

“Max,” she moaned. He looked down, surprised, but she was still asleep, obviously dreaming about him. He smiled at that thought.
Noticing a stray piece of hair he reached his hand out and smoothed it down then moved his hand to her cheek.

She mumbled something sleepily before adjusting herself so that her head was in Max’s lap, making Max’s eyes widen considerably. He blushed before trying to move her head, knowing both of them would be VERY embarrassed if she woke up right then.

As if she was reading his mind, her eyes fluttered open and looked at up at him.

Max instantly blushed and tried to help her up, but she stayed where she was, though also blushing after feeling his hardness under her head. Obviously she wasn’t alone in her thoughts.

“Max,” she moaned, but this time, she was awake. She slowly reached her hand up and put it behind his head, pulling it down.

Right as their heads were a mere inch apart, Elizabeth looked Max in the eye and saw true, unconditional love.

Max closed the gap, capturing her in a kiss that was so full of passion and hunger that one would think he was going to die the next minute.

His tongue begged for entrance to her mouth so he could further explore his true love’s extraordinary body.

“Maaaax,” Elizabeth moaned into his mouth giving him the access he needed. He responded by putting his arm around her and pulling her into a sitting position, then allowing his hands to wander over her curves.

Elizabeth moved her impatient hands to his tunic and began to lift it off, revealing his perfect muscles. He moved his lips to her neck, gently sucking at it. When his lips started to move further down Elizabeth gasped.

“Max…n…no, I can’t,” she gasped. Max pulled back and stroked her cheek, then leaned his forehead on her’s.

“I understand,’ he whispered, giving her a quick, but exhilarating kiss before moving Elizabeth off his lap and putting his tunic back on.
He smiled at her before leaning in and kissing her lips again.

“Let’s go,” Elizabeth said, taking his hand in her’s. They walked quickly back into the house and after one last kiss Elizabeth went upstairs.

2 hours later Elizabeth came back downstairs with suitcases of clothes and a fancy cream colored dress on, that left her shoulders and neck bare.

“Liz…it’s time to go,” Maximillion said from the doorway as servants took her luggage to the carriages.

“Can I have a minute please?” she asked. He nodded and went outside. She had already said a teary goodbye to Isabel, and now it was Max’s turn.

“D…don’t leave,” he said with a shaky voice, “stay with me…”

“Max…I can’t!” Elizabeth said, tears forming in her eyes. He quickly ran up to her and captured her in a kiss that could only be described as both breathtaking and heartbreaking.

“Liz…please, don’t leave me…” Max whispered, kissing her eyelids as tears fell out.

“Max, I have to go…please, this is already hard enough,” Elizabeth pleaded.

“One a.m. every other night…meet me at your balcony, I know where your room will be,” Max said.

“It’s too risky,” Elizabeth said to him, her tears stinging her eyes.

“Wasn’t it you that said sometimes risks were worth taking? This is one of those times. I will go insane if I can’t see you. One a.m. every other night, starting tomorrow,” Max repeated quietly. Elizabeth nodded and kissed him once more before, with tears in her eyes, walking out the door.

Tess stood, fuming, behind Max. She had seen everything that had just happened. Well…they’d see what she was capable of soon enough. No one refused her. No one embarrassed her the way Max did. No one. With one final unnoticed glare she turned and quietly fled the premises.

“Liz, it’s ok,” Maximillion said, putting a re-assuring hand on her shoulder as they drove the 10 minute trip to her new home.

“Will it? Will anything ever be okay again?” Elizabeth choked out, hot tears falling unchallenged out of her red, puffy eyes.

“My dear…it wouldn’t have worked even if you were still living in my house. He has been betrothed to Tess for quite a while now…he just doesn’t know that he is. He has no choice, t was arranged by higher powers,” Maximillion confessed, “and you, you were betrothed to Kyle at birth. Even after your presumed death, the betrothal was not cancelled.

Elizabeth stared with wide eyes at Maximillion, then at that moment, she wasn’t thinking with her head, her thoughts were controlled entirely by her heart. She threw the carriage door open and jumped out, running back towards the Evan’s manor before anyone could stop her.

Max stood on his front porch, drinking coffee. It had only been 20 minutes, but he already missed Elizabeth extremely. He sighed and in a sudden fit of rage, threw his mug at the house, watching it shatter into a thousand pieces before storming inside and up to his room.

“Max…” Elizabeth said quietly, standing behind a bush and watching his sudden outburst. She had to talk to him.

Quickly, she went in the house through the servant’s door, and using the servant’s staircase, she snuck up to Max’s quarters, making sure she wasn’t seen.

His door was open and he was sprawled out on his bed. She quietly took a step forward, but the floor creaked and he snapped off of the bed.

“Liz?” he asked quietly. She nodded her head and walked forward until they were face to face. They stared at each other for a minute before Elizabeth raised her hand and smacked Max hard in the face. His hand shot up to his face in surprise.

“What the hell?” he exclaimed.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were betrothed to Tess and me to Kyle?” Elizabeth demanded. Max waked behind her and shut his door, locking it as well.

“I didn’t know about Tess…father must’ve been keeping it from me on purpose…I knew about Kyle though. I didn’t tell you because if I had, would it have made any difference?” Max asked, looking her in the eye.

“Yes. I would’ve never let my feelings get as far as they are now,” Elizabeth replied.

“Look at me, I knew you were to be married, but I too the risk, I got to know you and I fell in love with you,” Max proclaimed, taking her face in his hands.

“It was al a lie. A lie,” Elizabeth said.

“A lie that I want to continue then. I love you and I will die if you leave me,” Max said. Elizabeth smirked.

“You ar such a drama king,” she said.

“That may be true, but so was my statement. Elizabeth Parker, Elizabeth Barrington, whatever your last name is, you are my life, I love you!” Max declared.

“Oh Max…must you make this so hard for me?” Elizabeth exclaimed before throwing herself in his arms and kissing him. Max smiled in-between kisses and then licked her lip, making her moan and granting him his access once again.

Their tongues collided and moved in and out of each other’s mouth, their passion not even starting to surface.

Elizabeth reached down and unbuttoned Max’s shirt, putting her hands on his chest to slide it off, and then she turned him around and lowered him to the bed, kissing his neck and chest.

“Liz…!” Max moaned as his arousal stiffened further, “if we don’t stop now, I won’t be able to control myself!”

“I don’t WANT to stop,” Elizabeth gasped as Max leaned up and nipped at her neck and shoulder.

“But we have to…we can’t do this yet, not yet,” Max whispered, which was the hardest thing for him to say at that moment, but he had her interest at heart.

Elizabeth pulled back and looked at him.

“I respect you wishes Max, but I just want to let you know, don’t make any more stupid ones,” Elizabeth said, laughing. Max kissed her and then lay down, pulling a still fully clothed Elizabeth down in his arms.

“I love you,” he mumbled.

“Love you too,” Elizabeth replied before falling asleep in the comfort of his strong embrace.