Pt 4

Liz woke up the next morning as the light shined through the big windows in Max’s bedroom. She breathed a sigh of contentment, and snuggled a little closer to Max, as he lay beside her with his arms wrapped tightly around her.

"What a perfect ending to a less then perfect day," Liz thought. After they kissed on top of the desert rocks, she and Max had loaded themselves back into the jeep, and returned to the Evan’s house, where he lent her some of Isabel’s sweats, and she had crawled into his bed. Max, being the perfect gentleman of course, had begun to roll a sleeping bag out on the floor, before Liz asked him to keep her warm. And for the first time in her life, Liz had the pleasure of falling asleep in the arms of the love of her life. Liz felt Max begin to stir. He stretched, and then returned his arms around Liz, softly kissing her on the forehead. Liz beamed. It was amazing to her how in that small gesture from Max she felt more love from him than she had ever felt from Kyle, or anyone else she had ever dated.

It was Saturday, so Max had no need to get up early. He lay there, holding her tightly, never wanting the moment to end.

It ended with a bang, as Isabel burst into Max’s room, causing them both to sit up in a hurry. Isabel stared at them in shock, her brain trying to register the scene before her. Max was in bed with Liz Parker! But Liz was dead. They had attended the funeral. At least they were both dressed…

"What the hell is going on here," Isabel stammered. Michael’s face appeared behind hers, equally in shock.

"Good morning," Max said calmly.

"Good Morning? That’s all you have to say Maxwell?" Michael spit out.

"How can she be here? She’s dead!" Isabel exclaimed.

"It’s kind of a long, weird story," Liz muttered, obviously embarrassed at being caught there.

"Remember yesterday when I ran off on the way to school? Well I saw Liz walking down the side of the road, and I needed to see what’s up. All we know is that this Liz isn’t the Liz from our world."

"But what’s she doing here?" Isabel demanded to know.

"We don’t know." Max responded.

"Max and I have been trying to figure that out, but we’re not coming up with any explanations. It was like, one minute I was at home in my Roswell, and then next moment I woke up here."

"This is great. This is just great." Michael muttered. "So what are you going to do with her. If we’re seen walking around with a dead girl it’s going to draw eyes."

"Michael, I’m not going to leave her alone. She needs help. She has no one in this world except me. She’s staying here with me, because she has no where else to go. Now if you guys wouldn’t mind, Liz and I want to get dressed and stuff. We can talk about this more later."

"Fine Max, but this isn’t over yet." Michael threatened. Isabel and Michael retreated from the room, leaving Max and Liz alone. Max sat down on the bed and put his arm around Liz. She was sitting there silently, staring at her feet.

"You okay Liz?" Max asked her worriedly.

"Max, thank you for everything you’re doing for me, but I can’t expect you to take care of me constantly. I mean, who knows how long I’m going to be here. I know that it’s only been one day, but what if it becomes a week, and then a month. I could be here for years, and I know I can’t stay here with you for that long. I need to find a way that I can have a life here if it is necessary. I guess what I’m trying to say is that I want to talk to Maria and Alex. They deserve to know that I’m here."

"Of course." Max said, "Why don’t you take a shower and get dressed, and I’ll call them."

"I can’t believe this is happening." Isabel shrieked.

"Seriously," Michael commented, "Did you see the look on Max’s face when he looked at her. His reasoning is completely impaired when it comes to her."

"They slept together Michael. Max slept with her. He knows how dangerous that is, I mean, he was the one who came up with the rules."

"But the rules don’t seem to matter to Max when Liz Parker is involved." Michael muttered. This was all too much.

"What are we going to do about this Michael?"

"What are we supposed to do, Izzy? We can’t do anything until something happens to get Max’s head screwed on straight."

"Ding, dong." The doorbell rang, and Max went to answer it. Maria and Alex stood there staring at him.

"What’s going on Max?" Maria asked, "It’s not every day that I get weird phone calls from a guy I barely know telling me that I have to come over and talk to him about something regarding my dead best friend."

"So what is this all about, Ma-?" Alex cut himself off in shock, when Liz walked into the room behind him.

"Hey guys, it’s me." Liz greeted them easily. Her two best friends stared at her in shock. Alex was rubbing his eyes, as if trying to make sure he wasn’t hallucinating. Nope, she was still there.

"How is this possible. You’re dead." Alex stammered.

"I felt you die, Liz. I was holding you in my arms, watching the life drain out of you from that bullet." Maria cried, tears dripping down her face.

"I helped them bury you. And there was definitely a body in that casket." Alex replied.

"I’ll explain everything," Liz told them, "Well, as best I can. Come on, let’s go back to Max’s room."

"So you’re A Liz, but you’re not OUR Liz" Maria mused after hearing Liz’s story. Alex sat there silently, obviously trying to process everything.

"This is so unreal." Maria exclaimed.

"Yeah, you’re telling me. I absolutely lost it when Max told me I was dead." Liz squeezed Max’s hand. Having him there beside her made everything so much easier.

"So what are you going to do? Are you going to try to get back?" Alex asked her.

"Well, we don’t know how I got here, so we don’t know how to get me back." Liz explained, "So for now I just have to stick it out, until we know more about what’s happening to me."

"Well, we’re here for you, babe, as long as you need us," Maria told her.

"Thanks. I knew I could count on you guys." Liz turned to Max, "What about Michael and Isabel? Can we get them to help too?"

"I dunno. We freaked them out pretty badly this morning. They’re probably really mad at me."

"I think I have something that might help. I mean, to get them to help me."

"What’s that? Is there something else that you’re not telling me, Liz?" Max was curious.

"There’s lots of stuff that I haven’t told you, Max, but let me just put it this way. Our relationship isn’t the only thing that came out of the Crashdown shooting. The answers to some of your questions came out of it as well, and if I give you guys those answers, maybe I can get Isabel and Michael to help me too."

TBC...