FanFic - Crashdown After Hours
"Finding Our Normal"
Part 24
by LivE
Disclaimer: Sadly nothing Roswell is mine!
Summary: This is a sequel to The Experiment. It was supposed to be less angsty, but the plot has overtaken me! Here are the basics: Max and Liz are back in Roswell. Itís nearing the end of their summer holidays and one (or maybe more) of the aliens from the opposing race has found them. They are also trying to conduct their relationship under the watchful eye of their parents.
Category: After Hours
Rating: NC-17
Authors Note: Recap of The Experiment (Post Destiny fic): An alien from their home planet (Nick) took Max, Isabel and Michael to a camp where a group of survivors from their destroyed planet stays. The aliens also brought Liz, Alex and Maria there to observe the interaction between them and the pod squad. Max and Liz exhibit a strong connection: they "feel" the otherís presence/location and share dreams. While in the camp, Max and Liz go through a bonding ceremony (alien equivalent to a wedding) and Max asks Liz to marry him when they graduate. They also make love for the first time. Nick tells them that their parents perished along with their planet and that they now have to integrate with humans to survive. He also says that the other alien race that destroyed their planet was on earth with the purpose of destroying M/M/I/T (and would also eliminate their human partners to reach their goal).
Liz felt light as air and heavy as lead at the same time. Max was making love to her, slowly and gently, but only her mind was reacting. Her body seemed incapable of feeling anything but pain. What is wrong with me? Making love with Max had never equaled pain before.

"Liz. Liz!"

Someone was calling her name insistently and the voice was a jarring note in her dream. She wanted to be alone with Max, to find that wonderful oblivion he always brought her, not listen to that irritating voice. Liz concentrated on Max instead, and for a few seconds she found the bliss she always did in his arms and caressing hands. "Max, pleaseÖ" The note in her voice was one Max would recognize immediately. It was the one she always used to beg him to stop torturing her and fill that place inside her that was created for him.

On the other hand, it was not a tone of voice Nancy Parker had ever heard from her daughter. It silenced her momentarily in her efforts to wake Liz up. Lizís voice spoke of a longing and desire so intense that Nancy had trouble identifying it with her always cool and in control child. She took a deep breath, trying not to think of what it meant. Truthfully she didnít know what her reaction would be if her growing suspicions were confirmed. She knows what it SHOULD be, Liz was her daughter after all, but after experiencing all she did the last few days, she was just too confused to indulge in her normal mother responses.

"Marry me, Liz." For a moment, Liz grinned. This was so typically Max. She had already said she would, but he kept worrying that she would change her mind. Like that could ever happen!

"Liz! You have to wake up!" That voice again! Would the person not just go away? Couldnít they see she was busy with more important things? Like answering Max who was now starting to look worried.

Touching her hand to his lips, she promised: "Yes Max, Iíll marry youÖ"

Nancy blanched after hearing Lizís soft words. Marry him! She hoped this was a dreamÖ "LIZ!" Her loud cry alerted Tim, who came barging in.

"Whatís wrong, the little princess still out of it?" He walked over to Liz, running his hands over her arms and sides. "These human girls. So weak and pathetic, but so beautiful to look at."

Liz came to with a shuddering cry. Hands that were not Maxís were on her body and it made her feel dirty. The pain in her arms fleetingly overwhelmed her and tears welled up in her eyes.

"Why would he choose you over his intended mate?" Tim was looking at her calculatingly. "Unless you were giving him something to make it worth his while. I mean, Sarah was only too happy to grace the bed of MY esteemed leader. But not those of any of us lowly servants, though." He twirled a strand of her hair around his finger. "Why is that? Is it because they are Kings?" He pulled Liz towards him sharply by her hair. "Come on, you can tell me!"

Liz had trouble not whimpering from the pain. She blinked furiously to stop the tears from rolling down her cheeks. She would not give him the satisfaction.

"Leave her alone!" Nancyís voice was sharp.

Tim turned towards her, still holding on to Lizís hair. "What is your problem? Sheís not yours anymore, sheís the mate of an alien leader. You should rather be worried about yourself, lady."

"Mom." Lizís voice was weak and unsteady.

Nancy recovered from Timís attack remarkably quickly. "She will always be my daughter, no matter what. But youíre right about one thing, she is MaxísÖ mate and he is not going to take kindly to the way youíre treating her!"


Eric looked at Max warily. "Who are you?" But he knew. Somehow he knew that this was the Max Evans he had heard so much about since he came to Roswell. Was he coming to gloat over taking Sarah from me?

"Max Evans. Some of your people have Sarah. And my Liz." Max figured he would get straight to the point, hoping that it would circumvent any misunderstandings between them. He saw Ericís eyes widen in shock, then he felt Michaelís presence behind him. Looking over Ericís shoulder he saw two men bearing down on them, obviously some of Ericís bodyguards.

Eric took a while to recover from Maxís unexpected news, but he held up his hand, halting the advance of his men immediately. "What are you talking about?"

"Maxwell, this is not the place." Michaelís quiet voice reminded Max that they were on a public street.

"Would you mind if we go inside to talk?" He gestured at the UFO Museum. Seeing Ericís hesitation, Max reminded him of their priorities. "Please. We need to find Liz and Sarah before itís too late." Max prayed that it wasnít too late already. His connection with Liz had simmered down to a hum in his mind, telling him she was either asleep or unconscious. His mind kept creating the most awful scenarios of what was happening to her and it drove him crazy with worry.

Eric followed him inside and they left Michael and one of Ericís men at the door. Two deadly sentries intent on protecting their leaders at all cost.

It happened just after Max had relayed to Eric what he knew about the kidnapping. He had included everything that Liz had managed to tell him, but just before Eric could respond Max felt such a surge of emotion from Liz that he felt dizzy. To compound things, he now felt a presence with Liz that could only mean one thing. Tim was touching Liz. Max was overcome with such fury that his vision blurred for a moment as he jumped up from the table. Eric stared at him in surprise as he prowled around the room, clenching and unclenching his fists at his sides. How was he going to think rationally about finding Liz if all he was consumed with was how scared Liz was and what exactly this guy was doing to her. Breathe, Max, just breathe. Getting hysterical will not help LizÖ

"Whatís going on?" Eric sounded concerned.

Max was still fighting to regain his composure. He closed his eyes, but it immediately intensified his experience of the pain and fear coming from Liz. He clutched at the nearest solid thing, trying not to sink to the floor under the weight of the sensations. "Liz! Liz, Iím coming. I promise," he whispered.


Liz! Liz, Iím coming. I promise.

That beloved voice was the final straw that made Lizís tears spill over. He was here! He was near! He had to be, otherwise she wouldnít have heard him so clearly. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to ignore the pain and the fact that Tim was still running his hands over her body. She needed to tell Max what she had learned earlier. Please Max. You have to hear me.

Inside Roswell, Maxís head flew up as he heard Lizís plea. Liz! Are you hurt?

Relief flooded her body as she heard Maxís reply. He could hear her too! Liz told Max what she had figured out about the soldiers revolting as quickly as she could, not knowing what Tim was going to do next. She kept her eyes closed tightly, her mind going a-mile-a-minute to Max.

It didnít take long before Tim realized something was going on. He dug his fingers into her throat, lifting her up by her neck. "What are you doing?"

Liz whimpered, fighting to breathe.

"If youíre communicating with your alien husband, tell him what Iím doing to you." He grinned. "If heís anything like that wimp Eric, it will drive him to come running over here in a blind rage. Nothing like rage to stop one from thinking rationally, is there?" He brought his other hand to the place on her stomach where Max had healed her so many months ago.

It felt like someone was pressing a fiery hot poker against her as his hand started glowing next to her skin. Liz cried out in pain.

Michael came in a dead run as he heard Maxís roar of anguish. He found Max against the wall on the one side of the room and Eric standing on the other, watching his purported enemy in total confusion.

Max felt the power building in his body until he was close to exploding. Lizís screams were echoing in his mind, driving him insane with reaction. I need to protect herÖ I want him dead! As the thought echoed through his mind, an explosion of white light momentarily blinded him. But how? I had my eyes closed. It mustíve been in my headÖ

It felt like a bolt of electricity had run through her body. It hadnít hurt her, but Liz was barely conscious as it is, so she had trouble registering any coherent facts. She heard her mother scream and wondered what had happened. Liz coughed, realizing the pressure on her throat was gone. As her swimming senses became clearer, she noticed the burning hand on her stomach was gone too.

She was blinking furiously, trying to clear her blurred vision when Nancyís tremulous voice intruded upon her efforts. "Oh my god, Liz. What have you done?"

Liz finally noticed Tim lying at her feet. Looking very much dead.

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