this part is a little interlude-y, but it couldn't be helped.
How many times would the aliens change everything? Since being saved, Kyle had his life turned upside down over and over and over again. He was sick of it. But now his lot was cast with theirs. On the one hand, he was happy to be alive. But on the other, he’d been forced to give up everything.
But he couldn’t complain. Because the truth was, she was part of this. It didn’t matter that she now belonged to Max. Kyle knew that there would always be a part of Liz that belonged to him. Their shared past couldn’t be erased.
Not like so many of his other memories had been. It still messed with his head how badly he’d been played by Tess. All the mindwarps still occasionally gave him flashbacks and he couldn’t be sure if what he remembered was real or not.
But he and Liz had something real. That he knew for certain. And even if he was reluctantly on this wild goose chase for safety, for peace, for something outside of Roswell? He was still around Liz. She was quite simply one of his favorite people. And she was also a weird half-alien like him.
So he left. And leaving his dad like that broke a little piece of his heart he hadn’t realized was aching. His goal had never been to leave Roswell behind. He loved his wacky hometown. Until the aliens it had always been a good place to be.
He sounded so resentful, but he wasn't. He appreciated what they’d done for him. They saved his life. They’d saved his dad. They’d expanded his horizons. He hadn’t told anyone yet, but Liz’s symptoms, they’d started to affect him too. He’d been able to keep it under wraps till now, but at some point the truth will out. He could only hope that it wouldn’t blow their cover when it did finally make itself obvious.
It was Kyle’s turn to drive again. He liked that it was at night. It gave him time to think, to look at the stars and think of all the shiny things out there to see and wonder what his real place in the universe was.
“I’m not leaving,” Liz is adamant and we’ve spent hours discussing this. She’s standing by the windows with her arms crossed and chocolate eyes flashing. She’s in fight mode.
I understand, I’m so sick of running away from everything. Max will chase us down regardless. So we might as well stay and deal with the consequences here.
“Okay,” I nod, “I don’t want to leave either. I love the life we’ve built here.”
Her voice softens, “I love it too.” She moves across the room and into my embrace. “I love you, Kyle. I know he’s coming to try to convince me that we belong together, but he’s wrong about that.”
“Liz,” I protest, “it’s okay for you—”
“No! Kyle, I need you to hear this. I want this to be crystal clear. I am yours. I am where I want to be. I love everything about our life together and I will fight to keep it.”
I kiss her deeply, desperately. And everything flares out of control. All the emotion I’ve been holding back, the uncertainty of not knowing where we stood, has me holding on to her tightly. And then I push her up against a wall, and her legs are wrapped around my waist. I hold her in this intimate embrace and wish that we weren’t both fully clothed.
“I don’t want to go to battle,” I say when we pause to take breath.
“What?”
“I’m serious, Liz. I’m not going to battle Max, I don’t think we need to fight this out or whatever. We’ve built a good life here. We can talk to him, but if he’s not going to listen to reason then he needs to go.”
Liz sighs and leans her head back against the wall. We’re still locked in our embrace and I’m holding her up but her weight isn’t hard to bear. “I’m just worried that it won’t be that simple. I know he’s going to fight us on this. Again.”
“We’ll hear him out. And then we’ll tell him where things stand. And if he can’t accept that, he has to leave. He’s putting us all at risk with this nonsense.”
“I agree, and,” she pauses here to look directly at me, “he can’t stay here.”
I bark out a laugh of surprise, “Yeah, no. He can’t stay here.”
“Awkward.” Liz sings softly and I squeeze her tightly and carry her off to bed. That’s enough talking about Maxwell Evans. There are way better things to do with my girl when we’re alone. And she is mine. Just like I’m hers.
Part 11
How many times would the aliens change everything? Since being saved, Kyle had his life turned upside down over and over and over again. He was sick of it. But now his lot was cast with theirs. On the one hand, he was happy to be alive. But on the other, he’d been forced to give up everything.
But he couldn’t complain. Because the truth was, she was part of this. It didn’t matter that she now belonged to Max. Kyle knew that there would always be a part of Liz that belonged to him. Their shared past couldn’t be erased.
Not like so many of his other memories had been. It still messed with his head how badly he’d been played by Tess. All the mindwarps still occasionally gave him flashbacks and he couldn’t be sure if what he remembered was real or not.
But he and Liz had something real. That he knew for certain. And even if he was reluctantly on this wild goose chase for safety, for peace, for something outside of Roswell? He was still around Liz. She was quite simply one of his favorite people. And she was also a weird half-alien like him.
So he left. And leaving his dad like that broke a little piece of his heart he hadn’t realized was aching. His goal had never been to leave Roswell behind. He loved his wacky hometown. Until the aliens it had always been a good place to be.
He sounded so resentful, but he wasn't. He appreciated what they’d done for him. They saved his life. They’d saved his dad. They’d expanded his horizons. He hadn’t told anyone yet, but Liz’s symptoms, they’d started to affect him too. He’d been able to keep it under wraps till now, but at some point the truth will out. He could only hope that it wouldn’t blow their cover when it did finally make itself obvious.
It was Kyle’s turn to drive again. He liked that it was at night. It gave him time to think, to look at the stars and think of all the shiny things out there to see and wonder what his real place in the universe was.
“I’m not leaving,” Liz is adamant and we’ve spent hours discussing this. She’s standing by the windows with her arms crossed and chocolate eyes flashing. She’s in fight mode.
I understand, I’m so sick of running away from everything. Max will chase us down regardless. So we might as well stay and deal with the consequences here.
“Okay,” I nod, “I don’t want to leave either. I love the life we’ve built here.”
Her voice softens, “I love it too.” She moves across the room and into my embrace. “I love you, Kyle. I know he’s coming to try to convince me that we belong together, but he’s wrong about that.”
“Liz,” I protest, “it’s okay for you—”
“No! Kyle, I need you to hear this. I want this to be crystal clear. I am yours. I am where I want to be. I love everything about our life together and I will fight to keep it.”
I kiss her deeply, desperately. And everything flares out of control. All the emotion I’ve been holding back, the uncertainty of not knowing where we stood, has me holding on to her tightly. And then I push her up against a wall, and her legs are wrapped around my waist. I hold her in this intimate embrace and wish that we weren’t both fully clothed.
“I don’t want to go to battle,” I say when we pause to take breath.
“What?”
“I’m serious, Liz. I’m not going to battle Max, I don’t think we need to fight this out or whatever. We’ve built a good life here. We can talk to him, but if he’s not going to listen to reason then he needs to go.”
Liz sighs and leans her head back against the wall. We’re still locked in our embrace and I’m holding her up but her weight isn’t hard to bear. “I’m just worried that it won’t be that simple. I know he’s going to fight us on this. Again.”
“We’ll hear him out. And then we’ll tell him where things stand. And if he can’t accept that, he has to leave. He’s putting us all at risk with this nonsense.”
“I agree, and,” she pauses here to look directly at me, “he can’t stay here.”
I bark out a laugh of surprise, “Yeah, no. He can’t stay here.”
“Awkward.” Liz sings softly and I squeeze her tightly and carry her off to bed. That’s enough talking about Maxwell Evans. There are way better things to do with my girl when we’re alone. And she is mine. Just like I’m hers.
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