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Prom Night X, Revisited II

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Posted to the Roswell Slash list August 23,2000

Author: DMartinez
Disclaimer: Characters belong to Metz, Katims and the WB. No infringment is intended.
Rating: R
Summary: Prom Night -- 10 year high school reunion.
Notes: This part is in the future. General.
Prom Night X - Revisited 10 years on

Max slowly picked up the pictures. Before he could look at the little boys a voice called out to him. "Max? Can I talk to you?"

"Um... yeah." Max put the pictures down and followed Tess outside. "So... shoot."

"I wanted to know what happened." Tess whispered. "I haven't spoken to a single person since you all left my house ten years ago. I thought that with you and Liz having spent prom night together that..."

"Tess, I haven't seen Liz since that afternoon we went looking for Maria and Kyle." Max pulled his pen out again and turned it over and over between his fingers.

"You haven't?"

"I haven't seen anyone since then, hence the whole getting to know you just now." Max sighed. "Even me and Isabel. I left and I haven't spoken to her... even in dreams."

"So, you didn't leave me for her?"

"I... She wouldn't have let me."

Tess gave half a laugh and shook her head. "Listen to me. Looking for acceptance after all these years. Tyler has been good to me... but I don't love him. I don't love you either... where does that leave me?"

"I've been so long without love that I take it where I can get it. From Heather, from Chris... I don't love them either. Truce?" Max opened his arms. Tess stepped into his arms. Then she backed out.

"I'm gonna go find Tyler. I left him somewhere in there. Our plane leaves tonight." She grinned and walked away.


Kyle stopped by Maria's table and shoed off his brother-in-law. "Sis."

"Bro." Maria rolled her eyes.

"You forgive them yet?"

"He's suffering. I can feel it. That's enough for me." Maria shook her head. "You?"

"I was never able to hate her." Kyle sank into a chair. "I could hate Max and I could hate Michael... not her."

"Max?" Maria tilted her head in confusion. "What does Max have to do with anything?"

"He started it." Kyle took his hat off his head and placed it on the table. "He barely waited until I was out of the room before moving in on Liz."

"He did?"

"That was bad enough. I didn't need to see him passed out on the floor... naked or Michael passed out on top of her." Kyle continued, not even hearing her soft question. "I guess those are just old wounds. I gotta check in at the station. Later sis."

Maria sat and stewed. Jaime sat down and took one look at her and wanted to leave again. "Baby? Something the matter?"

"No. Not at all." She bit out through her teeth.


Max sat down at the table. "Did you look?"

"No." Michael answered, still staring at the clock. "I want to look but I don't. I have to know but I don't want to."

Max picked up the pictures again. "They look like her."

"That's good. Can you tell?" Michael dropped his eyes to the table cloth.

"We all have brown eyes. Theirs are kinda... grey." Max slid the pictures to Michael. Finally Michael looked for himself.


"She doesn't want to stay with me." Isabel blurted out when she found Alex near the stage.

"I said it was no problem. She needs to stay in one place anyway... for school." Alex sighed.

"I know. I just saying... she misses you." Isabel crossed her arms.

"And I miss her." Alex looked over his note cards. "So... uh... they're alive."

"Yeah... do you know why it was all... awkward?"

"Not a clue."

"I know it has something to do with the fact that... um... Kyle spent the night in our room that night." Isabel admitted.

"Anything could have happened. I mean, we had sex on a whim... with someone else passed out in the room." Alex chuckled.

"I miss that."

"Sex with an audience?" Alex cracked.

"You laughing." Isabel looked down at her shoes. "Your silly jokes... I miss you."

"You do?" He crossed his arms.

"Listen to me for a minute. Over the last two years I have been living without you, dragging poor Jessi along for the ride. I met George but... he's not you. He doesn't understand..." Isabel looked skyward for a minute. "I understand if... I'll understand."

"I only agreed to the divorce because it was what you wanted." Alex whispered. "I let you take her because you needed her. I love you Iz."


Michael found Liz sitting on the curb outside. "I was about to go looking for you."

"I couldn't leave yet." She stood up. "Not without... something."

"Do they ask?" Michael leaned on the wall and stared at the tree over her head.

"They ask if they have a daddy. I say no. They ask if I loved him and I never know what to say." Liz took a deep breath before speaking again. "They sabotage all my dates. They always get 'sick' an hour into dinner and I have to go get them."

"Smart boys."

"Yeah, they are." She smiled. "Did you do it too?" He furrowed his brows. "Trick yourself?"

"This is Darla." Michael pulled out his wallet and flipped it open to her picture. "How's that for tricking myself?"

Liz had to laugh. "I didn't want to have them at first because it would just be a reminder of what I did. I knew I couldn't do that though. They would be my Scarlet Letter. The reason that I wouldn't let my life fall apart. Then they were born and I loved them so much... I didn't know why though."

"What do you mean?"

"I wondered if I loved them so much because I loved their father that much... but I didn't. It took me a long time to realize that it had nothing to do with you." Liz looked up at him. "I thought that if I did... love you that is... then it would be alright."

"Nothing makes it alright." Michael blew out a breath.

"I know that. Life has a way of messing with your head."

"I've been tricking myself for years. I don't know why Darla stayed so long. She's not coming back this time." Michael swallowed the lump in his throat. "All my paintings have had two women in them. You and... Maria. Darla didn't like that. Said it was creepy. So when I didn't have women in my paintings..."

"Max would be in them..."

"And I would toss those. She found the one I kept. She freaked. If she's there when I get back... I'll have to tell her. She'll want an explanation." He ran a hand through his hair, spiking it unintentionally. "I figured their must be a reason that I only painted three people clearly. Then I realized it was just a guilty conscience."

"Aren't you going to ask me?"

"How did you know they were mine?"

"Same way I knew they weren't Max's. I just did. We can't exactly do a blood test." Liz closed her eyes and leaned against the wall.

"Can I see them sometime?" He whispered.

"Whenever you're in Boston." She pulled a card out of her purse. Michael took it and placed it in his wallet. Then he took the pictures and moved them to the front.

"They're... beautiful." Michael sank down against the wall. "I kinda wish I had been around... aware... when they were younger."

Liz sat next to him. "It would have just messed things up even more. It took me a long time to realize I didn't mean those things I said to you."

"I know what you mean. I know I didn't mean them when I said them... you got anymore pictures?"

"Yeah." Liz shook her head and reached into her purse.


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