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Posted to the Roswell Slash list October 1, 2000

Author: Courtnay (Liz_ParkerEvans@roswell.every1.net or Liz_ParkerEvans@yahoo.com)
Cat: Liz and Tess
Rating: PG-13 I think, its pretty mild, but it is Slash so...
Disclaimers: I dont own it, if I did, Roswell as we know it would be pretty messed up...It all belongs to the WB, Jason, Melinda, 20th Century Fox, etc.....
Notes: Liz's POV.
This is my first Slash fic, as well as my first Roswell fic.
Feedback: sure, but please be nice about it.
Now on to my fic...any suggestions for a title would be much appreciated.



I wasn't scared at all. Determined, maybe, but not scared. Until her father showed up...but I'll get to that later. I know why they all sent me over there to plant the camera. Basically because aside from Isabel, I had the most reason to be there. In a way I was glad, actually, that everyone had decided to send me. I had to talk to her, find out what happened...the truth behind what I saw.

Tess Harding. I almost couldnt believe someone so small and quiet could turn my entire world upside down. But I guess that must be what Isabel and Michael thought when they found out that I knew, AND that I had told Maria.

Seeing her and Max kissing --- It brought up a lot of things. Hurt, of course. I mean Max is MY boyfriend. Shock. How could this possibly happen --- one minute he's basically telling me nothing will ever come between us --- next, their practically all over each other in the middle of a rain storm. The most surprising, though, of all the emotions brought on by that kiss --- Jealousy! Not of Tess, but of Max.

I couldn't --- I didn't want to believe it. I mean, shouldn't I be jealous of her? But no, the exact oppisite occurred. I wanted to be where Max was. I didn't even realize it until I saw the two of them together, and now I really don't know what to do.

What am I supposed to do though? What do I say to her? "Hey, Tess, I think I'm attracted to you." just doesn't seem apropriate, even if it is the truth.

Right now she's saying something to me about how she wants to be my friend. That kissing Max was a mistake. At that moment, I can't help but think her voice sounds like music. Like the most beautiful song I've ever heard. Is there even the slightest chance she could feel the same way about me?

That was one of the last completely clear thoughts I had until Max showed up....

I remember planting the camera, finding the box of photos, knocking the Buddha over, calling Max. After that, just this overwheming fear all through dinner. Not because of Tess, but Mr.Harding. Something about him just seemed off. Then Max came. I did remember to place the camera again before I left.

I was shocked, but a little relieved to see everyone out there. It made me feel a lot better. But as we drove away, to go back to the wharehouse, part of me wondered when I was going to get to talk to Tess again.

Later, after we'd seen Tess reform the Buddha, basically found out the truth....we planned how we were going to keep track of her tommorow. Isabel and Alex were staying at the wharehouse, watching the monitor. Michael and Maria were to wait outside her house and follow her to school. Max and I were to take it from there.

Max told me to be careful, and kissed me before I left to follow Tess into the washroom. I couldn't help but think 'Careful of what? It's only Tess.' He, Michael and Isabel had never hurt me. Why should I believe Tess would?

When I got in there, and she said "I thought you were my friend." My heart almost broke.

"I am." I told her, totally meaning it.

When she asked "Then why are you following me?" I didn't know what to say. I just looked at her for a minute, totally lost in the feel of her hand on my shoulder. 'What do I tell her?' I thought frantically.

Honesty was the way to go. "Because we know who you are." I said.

All of the sudden I couldn't stand being SO close to her and not going for it. Before she had a chance to respond and leaned in and kissed her softly. I was pleasantly suprised when not only did she not pull away, but she kissed me back.

What happened next is basically remembered feelings and emotions, more than thoughts. All I know is that at some point we moved into one of the stalls, and we didn't pull apart until the bell marking the end of the first period rang.

"Liz?" She breathed softly.

"Yeah?" I asked.

"What did we just do?"

"I think we just spent over forty minutes making out." I stated, but even as I did, I almost didnt believe the words coming out of my mouth.

Then she asked, "Did you enjoy it as much as I did?"

That statement made me quite possibly the happiest I had ever been. I kissed her again, telling her without words that I had.

The End

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