(Friday - June 15th, 2001)
(Roswell UFO Museum)
Song Playing: Send Me an Angel by Real Life
Max climbed the ladder to Liz’s balcony. It was after midnight but he’d had another disturbing vision about his son, and he needed Liz’s calming presence.
He crossed to her window and saw her sleeping inside. Reaching up he was about to knock, but he didn’t want to scare her, so he went into her mind.
Liz was dreaming. It was dark and only a few candles lit the scene. Max found himself in a large open room, supported by columns. There was a soft fog covering the floor, and a warm breeze that caused many sheets of a diaphanous fabric to billow and dance. Max couldn’t tell what was going on at first and then he heard the unmistakable sounds of Liz’s pleasure. He took a few more steps and his suspicions were confirmed. Liz was dreaming about having sex with him.
They were on a large canopy bed and the dream Max was slowly thrusting into her welcoming heat. Max gasped, instantly hard, as he watched the erotic scene before him. He couldn’t believe how much it turned him on seeing himself having sex with the woman he loved.
Max left her dream and used his powers to open Liz’s window, quietly climbing into her room. It was a hot night and Liz had kicked off the covers revealing that she was wearing only a tank and tiny pair of panties, making Max’s body clench with desire. Carefully he climbed into the bed with her, straddling her body, wanting nothing more than to make her dream a reality. He imagined surging into her sleeping body, echoing what was happening in her dream, bringing her to orgasm in reality, while his dream self did the same in her mind. But he was somewhat worried that Liz might cry out her pleasure and wake her parents. So instead he kissed her.
He kissed her long and lingeringly, and even though she was still asleep, Liz kissed him back. She reached up and wrapped her arms around him pulling him closer. Her body arched into him and Max’s hand roamed over the soft skin of her stomach exposed by her tank. His hand slid underneath her shirt, finding her breast and brushing her hard peak. Liz moaned into his mouth and he devoured her lips, thrusting his tongue inside, echoing what he really wanted to do.
Max moved his hand lower, skimming across her stomach to his final destination. Sliding his hand underneath the elastic of her panties, Max found her wet and ready, and his already rigid shaft hardened painfully. He dipped a finger into her juices and brushed them onto her clit. Again Liz arched into him, moaning into his mouth.
Max kept his mouth on hers, kissing her hard, as he rubbed her swollen nub in a circular motion. With every few strokes he increased the pressure and the speed, and Liz writhed beneath him. She kissed him back, grasping at his head as her body arched into him.
Suddenly her orgasm hit and she spasmed beneath him, coming awake with a gasp.
Liz focused on him with a smile. “Max, I was dreaming about you.”
Max smiled. “I know,” he growled, brushing her clit. “I saw it in your mind, and I couldn’t help touching you.”
Liz reached for the fastening on his pants. “Well, let’s get these off and you can do it right.”
(Tuesday - June 19th, 2001)
(Roswell UFO Museum)
With an armload of boxes, Max emerged from the storage room. Brody had decided to overhaul one of the displays and it would mean hours of work.
It was just before opening and there were no customers yet. The area being changed was cordoned off by tape that looked like it came from a crime scene, but the words were more appropriate to the museum’s theme. It read Top Secret - UFO Crash Scene.
Max stepped over the tape and bent to put the boxes down, when suddenly a familiar sensation washed over him. Rath and Lonni were near, he was sure of it. He could feel them as if they were touching him.
But before he could stand up, a loud creaking noise drew his attention. The large metal shelves next to him suddenly rocked forward and started to fall toward him.
Max barely had time to react, throwing himself out of the way. The shelves crashed to the floor where he had been kneeling, missing him by inches. Instantly Max looked around for Lonni and Rath, sure that they had tired to kill him again.
Brody raced out of his office, seeing the destruction just as Max was getting up. “Oh my God, Max!” Brody exclaimed helping Max up. “Are you all right?”
Behind Brody, Max saw movement on the far side of the room, and focused on the stairs just in time to see to see two figures racing out the door.
He tried to follow, but Brody was still holding him, taking his silence as sign of an injury. “Wait Max, where are you going? Max can you hear me?”
Max shook his head. “I’m fine, really Brody. Just a little shaken up.”
Brody looked at him suspiciously. “I think you should take the rest of the day off, maybe get checked out by a doctor.”
Max nodded, agreeing because he wanted to go after Lonni and Rath. “Okay. Thanks Brody.”
He hurried across the museum and up the stairs, but as he suspected it had taken too long. The street outside was empty.
Max and Liz met Michael, Maria and Kyle at the theater.
Michael spoke up. “Are you sure this is a good idea Max. If Lonni and Rath really tried to kill you again maybe we should be out looking for them.”
“We’d never find them,” Max said. He shook his head. “I just thought we could all use a normal night.”
Michael nodded, putting his arm around Maria. “Maybe you’re right.”
“Where’s Isabel?” Kyle asked.
Max shook his head. “She didn’t want to see the movie. I guess she’s tired, because she said something about going to bed early.”
(Tuesday - June 19th, 2001)
Liz walked into her house, early for her curfew, her body still humming from Max’s lovemaking.
Her parents were sitting on the sofa watching TV. She had a dreamy smile on her face when she walked passed them going to her room. “Goodnight Mom, Dad.”
She had barely shut the door behind her when there was a soft knock.
“Liz, can I talk to you?” her mother asked.
Liz sighed silently. She had a pretty good idea what her mother wanted to talk about, and crossed to the door, opening it. “Sure Mom,” she said with a forced smile.
“You were out with Max tonight,” Nancy said, making it a statement, not a question.
Liz nodded, her suspicions about her mother’s motives confirmed.
“You’ve been seeing him again, a lot,” Nancy said. “You must be back together.”
“Mom…” Liz started, but Nancy cut her off.
“Liz, I know that you have all of these feelings and um, hormones, and it’s easy to think you’re in love. And I know that um, intimacy seems like a natural part of love…”
Her mother’s voice faded into the background as Liz’s anger rose. When they’d had this conversation the last time she had been embarrassed, but now Liz was just annoyed. Her mother had no idea about everything that she and Max had gone through to be together, and she never would. But Liz was angry that her mother would assume that her relationship with Max was simply a high school crush just because they were young.
“Mom,” Liz said louder interrupting. “Max and I are back together, but the status of our relationship is none of your business.”
Nancy reached out to her. “Liz, I just want to protect you and make sure you’re safe. That you’re not ruining your life.”
Liz met her eyes angrily. “So you think I’m ruining my life being with Max.”
“No,” Nancy said. “But you’re so young. You have another year of high school left, and what about your plans for college? You’ve never lived anywhere but Roswell, and there’s a whole big world out there, so many things you’ve never experienced, and if you get pregnant it will change everything.”
Liz shook her head. “Mom, I’m not stupid and I’m not going to get pregnant. And I’m not going to talk about this any more. Whether Max and I are sleeping together or not is completely between us.”
(Saturday - June 23rd, 2001)
(Roswell UFO Museum)
Liz bounced down the stairs and into Max’s arms, kissing him quickly. “Are you ready to go?”
Max smiled. “Yeah, I just have to turn out the lights on the displays.” Max wrapped his arm around her. Together they went to the switches and he quickly flipped them off.
They turned and headed toward the stairs but were stopped by Brody’s voice.
“Max, Liz” he called out.
They turned toward him. “Hey Brody,” they said in unison.
“It’s Larek,” he said.
Liz felt Max’s sudden tension.
“What have you found out, Larek?” Max asked.
Larek shook his head. “That’s just it Max, my people weren’t able to discover anything. Khivar hasn’t announced the return of the Granolith or anything about Tess or your son. Any one of those facts could give him an advantage in the war.”
Max shook his head. “He must have a reason for keeping quiet then.”
Larek nodded. “Possibly, but what could it be?”
“I don’t know,” Max said consideringly. “Will you let us know if you find out anything else?”
“Of course,” Larek said.
Max nodded and glanced at Liz, and suddenly an idea occurred to him. “Larek, if Khivar sent more troops to Earth, how long would it take them to get here?”
Larek considered for a moment. “With the additional power of the Granolith added to a ship’s propulsion unit, Khivar could have new troops on Earth in a matter of hours.”
“What?” Max asked incredulously. “We were led to believe that the Granolith was a one-use item.”
Larek shook his head. “You were lied to. The Granolith has almost unlimited power. That is why everyone wants it.”
Max looked at Liz. “We have to warn the others. There could be new troops on Earth already.”
Michael answered his door and was surprised to see Isabel, Valenti, Kyle and Maria. “We having a party I don’t know about?” he asked as he moved aside to let them in.
“Max called an emergency meeting,” Jim said. “He told us to come here.”
Max and Liz came in behind them.
“Sorry it’s so late,” Max said, closing the door behind them. “But Larek told us that the translation lied about the Granolith. It isn’t just a one-use thing. It has massive amounts of powers. Khivar can use it to bring troops to Earth in a matter of hours, so there could already be a new compliment of soldiers in Copper Summit.”
“Damn it!” Michael exclaimed rising. He motioned to Liz. “Maybe Max’s future self was right about Khivar taking over the Earth. Maybe this time it’s just happening a lot faster.”
“Let’s not panic,” Max said. “We don’t know anything is wrong, but we can be smart about this. I think we need to start a regular schedule to practice our powers to try and be ready if anything does happen.”
Kyle spoke up. “So we’ve got Lonni and Rath, and now possibly a new bunch of Skins. It never gets boring around here does it?”
Isabel ignored his comments. “How is practicing our powers going to help, Max?” Khivar could send thousands of troops.”
Max looked at her incredulously. “What do you suggest we do? Turn ourselves over to him to be executed?”
Isabel shook her head. “Maybe we could make a deal. Maybe if you formally renounced the throne…”
Michael cut her off. “You can’t believe Khivar would honor any deal we make Isabel. Tess betrayed us and she was family.” He shook his head. “We fight or we die.”
Isabel looked at both Max and Michael and finally nodded.
Max continued. “We’ll figure out a schedule to practice our powers tomorrow.” He turned to Valenti. “And you’ll keep us informed of anything unusual.”
Max ran a hand through his hair. “Okay, let’s meet tomorrow at the Crashdown for breakfast.”
There were nods of agreement around the room and the group started to leave.
Max took Liz’s hand. “Will you wait outside with Isabel for a minute. There’s something I need to talk to Michael about.”
Liz nodded. “Sure.”
Max waited until the door closed behind them before speaking. “Michael, I want you to look out for Liz.”
“You’re with her practically all the time, Max,” Michael pointed out.
Max shook his head. “I’m talking about when I’m not there. I work, and she does, I can’t protect her then. But you’re with her at work and I want to know that you’ll protect her if anything happens, if the Skins or Lonni and Rath do anything.”
Michael nodded. “Of course I’ll protect her.”
Max shook his head again. “No Michael, promise me that you won’t let anything happen to her.”
Michael met Max’s eyes. “I promise Max.”
(The Pod Chamber)
Song Playing: Black Celebration by Depeche Mode
Max had taken Isabel home first and then driven himself and Liz to the pod chamber to have some privacy.
“Why can’t they just leave us alone?” Max asked angrily. “Isabel, Michael and I, we would all be satisfied just to live our lives here and never have anything to do with Antar. We never asked for any of this, but all of them, Lonni and Rath, Nicholas and the Skins, Khivar, they just keep dragging us back in.”
He put his hands to his head as tears of frustration and anger started to roll down his cheeks. “And these dreams of my past and the visions of my son are driving me insane. I have all of this power, but I can’t do anything to help him. I was a King. I ruled a planet. How can I be so helpless now?”
Liz touched his face gently, wiping away his tears. “Sssshhh, Max. We’ll figure out a way to help him, I promise. We won’t stop trying until we do.”
Max took her head in his hands kissing her hard. “I need you Liz,” he said between kisses. “I need you so much.”
Liz wrapped her arms around him and kissed him back. She could feel his desire through the connection and knew that he desperately wanted to lose himself in her. But he was also a little afraid of the violence of his feelings.
Liz broke the kiss, looking into his eyes. “Fuck me Max, hard, like we both want. Pound your anger and frustration into me, I can take it. I want all of you, everything you can give me.” She grazed her short nails down his back, pulling him closer. “I’m ready for you, can’t you feel it?”
“Yes Liz!” Max growled. He pulled her shirt over her head and with a single jerk, ripped her bra apart, freeing her breasts.
As he removed his own shirt, Liz reached for the fastening on his pants. She pushed his jeans and boxers down, grasping his erection.
Max stepped out of his clothes and backed them toward the bed he had made. He quickly disposed of Liz’s jeans and underwear and lifted her onto the bed. With a single, powerful stroke, he was inside her soft, welcoming heat.
Liz cried out with the sensation of Max filling her. She wrapped her legs around him pulling him even deeper within.
As she requested, Max withdrew and slammed back into her, again and again, groaning with the strain.
Liz grasped his chiseled ass, encouraging him to a faster speed. “Yes Max,” she gasped. “Harder, harder!”
Because Liz’s legs were wrapped around him, each of his thrusts to buried him to the hilt, and Max was afraid that he might hurt her. But he could feel her excitement through their connection and her words erased any remaining concerns. Holding her shoulders for leverage, he withdrew again and surged into her with all his strength.
Liz whimpered with pleasure and Max increased his pace, slamming into her as hard and fast as he could. His rage and frustration came rushing back, each of his thrusts building them to an impossible point, along with his orgasm.
Each time Max pounded into her, Liz gasped with excitement, unable to contain the sounds. She was on the edge of pain with each of Max’s deep strokes, but it only increased her desire for him. She thrust her hips up to meet him, slamming their bodies together even harder and causing Max’s hard length to brush the sensitive spot within her. She didn’t think her pleasure could get any more intense but with a few more strokes her whole body tightened and she spasmed with release. “Maaax!”
Max’s anger coupled with Liz’s pleasure pushed him over the edge, and with a final deep thrust Max came with a roar.
As he gasped for air, Max took Liz in his arms and placed soft kisses all over her face. “I love you so much Liz. I am so lucky to have you. We’re perfect together, made for each other.”
She reached up to touch his face. “I believe that too, Max. With everything that’s in me, I know we were meant to be together.”
Max kissed her lips and smiled. “Well, right now, I’m in you.”
Liz smiled at his bad joke. “You’re always inside of me Max, even when we’re physically apart. You’re inside my mind, my heart, and soul. We are never truly separated.”
(Tuesday - June 26th, 2001)
Lonni smiled as she reached over to touch Rath’s chest. “I have an idea of how to get rid of Max, and he will never even see it coming.”
Isabel took a seat next to Kyle and Maria and the three of them watched as Max and Michael instructed Liz in the use of her powers.
Isabel sighed. “I don’t know what good this is going to do. Liz is over there trying to move small rocks. What is she going to do, annoy the Skins to death?”
Maria frowned. “Well I don’t even have powers, but I’m here for Michael. You know, the supportive girl friend routine.”
Kyle nodded. “And it’s possible I’ll be in the same boat as Liz in a few months,” he said. “I kinda wanted to know what I might be going through.”
Isabel stretched her neck. “Well I think this whole thing is a waste of time.”
(Friday - June 29th, 2001)
Max was headed out the kitchen door toward the garage, when his father’s voice stopped him.
“Max,” Philip called out. “I’m glad I caught you. I know I said you could use your mother’s car tonight but my car broke down on the way home from work. I had to have it towed to the shop. And your mother and I have that Bar Association dinner tonight, and I’m the keynote speaker, so we need the car.”
Max nodded. “No problem, Dad. I’m sure that Liz can borrow her parents’ car.”
“Good,” Philip said. “I would hate to mess up your plans. Your mother and I really like Liz. She’s a nice girl.”
Max smiled. “She’s the best.”
Philip nodded. “We’ll have to do something about getting you and Isabel another car this weekend. Being short a car is really getting to be a pain.”
His father went upstairs to change and Max called Liz, explaining the last minute change in plans.
“It won’t be a problem to borrow the car Max,” Liz assured him.
“I don’t know,” Max said. “With Lonni and Rath around, and possibly the Skins, I don’t like the idea of you driving by yourself.”
“Max, you can’t protect me all the time,” Liz said. “I’m going to be alone sometimes.”
“I know,” Max said. “I just worry about you.”
“And I worry about you.” Liz said. “And we can be careful, but we can’t barricade ourselves in our houses. It’ll be okay,” Liz assured him. “I’ll just pick you up in about twenty minutes.”
Max reluctantly agreed and hung up the phone. He poured himself a glass of juice and sat down at the table flipping through the TV channels with the remote as he waited for Liz, trying not to think about what could happen to her.
Fifteen minutes later his parents came downstairs, all dressed up.
“You look great,” Max said.
Diane smiled and hugged him. “Thanks honey. We’re running late because the car broke down, I just feel so rushed.”
Philip put an arm around her leading her to the door, as he spoke to Max. “Have a good time with Liz.”
They hurried out the door and Max refocused on the TV. A few moments later there was a sound of a terrible explosion.
Lonni and Rath sat in their car watching the Evans’ house.
“What is taking him so long?” Lonni asked.
Rath shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe he can’t decide what to wear.”
“Are you sure you did it right?” Lonni asked.
“Of course,” Rath said annoyed. “It’s not like it’s the first time.”
Finally the garage opened and a car backed out of the driveway and into the street.
“Is that the car?” Lonni asked.
Rath nodded. “That’s the one Max has been driving.”
“Well don’t wait until he gets too close,” Lonni warned. “He might recognize us and suspect that something is up.”
Rath smiled and held up a remote. He depressed the button and the car exploded.
Lonni smiled. “My brother isn’t walking away from that one alive.”
They watched the car burn with satisfaction but a figure emerged from the house, rushing into the street.
“Dammit,” Lonni said as she recognized Max. “What the hell do we have to do to kill him?”
Max rushed out of the house and down the driveway, looking for the source of the explosion and his eyes lit on his parents car, a half block away. The car was engulfed in flames and for a moment the scene didn’t seem real.
“Mom! Dad!” Max called out. He started running toward them just as another explosion ripped through the car. It picked him up off his feet, hurling him back several feet and he hit the ground hard.
Max climbed painfully to his feet as he watched the burning car. There was nothing he could do. His parents were already dead.
Suddenly it felt as if someone were watching him, and through the flames of his parents’ car Max saw Lonni and Rath about a block away.
They climbed into their car and sped away.
Liz saw the fireball burst into the sky just before she turned down Max’s street, and a sense of terrible foreboding took her breath away. Automatically she reached for Max through their connection and his feelings of horror slammed into her. Through his eyes saw his parents car engulfed in flames and witnessed the second explosion, and the unsettling feeling of Max being thrown through the air.
He hit the ground and she felt his physical and emotional pain as if it were her own. Tears ran down her face as she quickly drove around the corner and stopped near Max. She raced out of the car. “Max!”
He turned toward her. “They’re dead,” he said in a wooden tone. “Lonni and Rath killed my parents.”
“You saw them,” she realized, replaying the last of the scene in her mind.
Max reached for Liz and they embraced tightly. Suddenly he collapsed to his knees as he burst into tears, and unable to support his weight, Liz fell with him.
She hugged him fiercely, wishing with everything that was in her, that it was a mistake.
For Max the rest of the evening had passed in a blur. The fire department put out the flames on the car and his parents’ charred bodies were removed. Lights from news cameras illuminated the neighborhood eerily, making the scene even more surreal. Reporters clamored for Max’s attention. There were questions from the police, and neighbors offered words of comfort.
But through it all, Liz was a stabilizing force at his side. Not once during the long ordeal did he loosen his grip on her, even when Isabel arrived and he had to tell her the terrible news.
The three of them had embraced and cried long after everyone was gone. But Liz was worried for their safety and convinced Max to call Michael to spend the night. He placed the call and was surprised how detached his voice sounded when he relayed the terrible events.
Michael had arrived minutes later and took over the job of trying to comfort Isabel. But she was practically hysterical with grief, and finally Max used his powers to lull her into a deep sleep.
Liz called her parents to relate the news and tell them she was staying to help. And then with Liz at his side, Max made the long list of phone calls to family and friends, as Michael kept watch.
When Max finished, he suddenly felt exhausted. Without a word Liz knew, and she led him into his room. Silently she removed his shoes, socks, pants and shirt and put him in bed. And he watched as she removed her own clothes and pulled one of his large t-shirts over her head.
She climbed into bed with him, and when she wrapped her arms around him, he burst into tears.
He hugged her tightly, sobbing his grief into her chest. Liz cried too, mourning his parents and overwhelmed by his pain. She stroked his hair silently and opened her mind wide to him, letting all of his emotions slam into her, sharing his burden. Eventually Max found a measure of relief, and the last thing that he remembered was drifting to sleep in her loving embrace.
All through the night I'll be standing over you
All through the night I'll be watching over you
And through bad dreams I'll be right there, baby,
Holding your hand, telling you everything is all right
And when you cry I'll be right there
Telling you, you were never anything less than beautiful
So don't you worry
I'm you’re angel standing by
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