Title: Absolutely Started
Author: Mel
E-mail: LizParkerEvans@aol.com
Rating: PG-13
Category: M/L
Disclaimer: Roswell is owned by 20^th Century Fox, Jason Katims and the rest of TPTB, and Melinda Metz. Dont sue me please.

Part 1

Absently Liz drummed her fingers on the smooth linen tablecloth in front of her. She sighed and examined her manicured fingernails. Lifting her head, she surveyed the room around her. The spacious hall had been transformed into a reception, white and silver everywhere. The round tables had been pushed to the edge of the room for a dance floor in the middle. Liz smiled softly at the bride and groom dancing in the center of the room. Their foreheads were bent towards each other and Liz saw the groom’s lips moving slightly, a smile playing at his lips. The bride was blushing and looking up at him, her face happy and bright.

Feeling tears prick her eyes, Liz turned away to stare out the window. It was a light spring afternoon and at such a happy occasion she knew she should be utterly thrilled. And she was, at least she was for the bride and groom. She knew the world would have wondered what she, a teenager in high school, had to worry about, but she’d already felt the weight of the world on her shoulders more times than she cared to remember in the last two years. And yet she wouldn’t change a thing. Not if it meant losing the limited time she’d had with Max.

Weddings tended to make her sad now, ever since she’d learned that she would never marry the love of her life. And ever since she’d had a hand in making that decision, she had no one to blame but herself. When Max had come back from the future to ensure that she and her Max never got married, Liz hadn’t known how to respond. A part of her always believed that she and Max would end up together, even if their time apart was painful. And the entire summer after hearing Max’s destiny, when she’d gone to Florida, had been torture.

It had taken every ounce of willpower not to run up to him and hug him, kiss him, when he’d approached her on the street the first time she’d seen him after coming home in September. And even though after that they hadn’t been together, there were still the moments that gave her hope. When Max had told her he was coming for her. When Max had come to her after Nesado’s death. He’d looked at her, concentrated on her alone. All that had changed when she’d made Max believe that she’d slept with Kyle.

After that, he stopped pursuing her. Liz had thought it wouldn’t hurt, but the ache was a constant weight on her heart. Especially after the Max from the future has told her about her own wedding, the one she and Max would never have. She’d been surprised at how young they were, and how they’d eloped to Las Vegas. At first she’d wondered why they would have done it that way. But then Max had told her about how their friends had been there, celebrating all night, and how she and Max had danced all night until the very last song. And that last song was "I Shall Believe". The song made her cry now. It reminded her of a wedding dance she would never have and the last dance she’d shared with Max. It reminded her of the happy wedding with her family all around that she wold never see.

Liz felt the tears in her eyes threatening to pour down her face and she fumbled with her handbag, looking for a kleenex. She was suddenly glad that the others had seemingly disappeared. At least they didn’t have to see her this way. And she didn’t want Max to see her crying. They were friends again, but he was still so in tune with her that he would instantly know there was more to her tears and he would gently question her until she broke down and told him everything. And that was something she could never do.

With a sigh of frustration she closed her handbag and moved to stand up. She’d just have to go to the bathroom for a kleenex. Her long skirt rustled against the floor as she stood. The light blue color shimmered in the light and Liz smoothed out the long fabric with her hands. Suddenly she froze as the last song ended and a new one began. There was a long note at the beginning and then the steady but soft beat of the song began. A woman’s voice sang almost mournfully and Liz knew wiping away her tears was useless. It was her wedding song, the song and the wedding she and Max would never have.

Feeling the loneliness of a lifetime ahead of her, Liz allowed herself to cry, her tears running down her face. Reminding herself that it was for the salvation of the world didn't help ease the sadness in her heart. She was about to try and leave, not wanting to stay and listen to the whole song when a hand reached out to her. Through her blurry vision she couldn’t see who it was. The hand held a kleenex, which she took gratefully and dried her tears. She looked up and tried not to gasp at the sight of Max before her, still holding out his hand for her.

It wasn’t the sight of him in front of her that made her gasp. It wasn’t even the way he looked in his tuxedo that took her breath away at that moment. It was the look in his eyes as they were fixed on her face, not wavering and without uncertainty. There was sureness, and a happiness she hadn’t seen for months. And she knew the exact moment that happiness had disappeared. It had been the day Max had seen her with Kyle. She was puzzled, wondering what accounted for his sudden change of behavior when her eyes met his and he smiled at her and she instantly knew what had changed.

He knew.

Max’s face eased into a wide grin, seeing the recognition dawn on her face. He reached for her hand and brought her closer. She followed, shock on her face until he was a mere breath away, his face filling her vision and his size and scent overwhelming her until she could barely breath. It was a common response whenever Liz Parker was in the near vacinity of Max Evans. He was still smiling at her and she heard his low voice whispering to her.

"I know everything."