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Reply to Kakia or visit her websiteAdded to the Roswell Slash Archive January 14, 2001
Author: Kakia - KakiaGuerin@aol.com
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Notes: Takes place after "Crazy." Max tries to patch things up with Michael.
Maria got back into her car and opened the shotgun door. "Michael!" she called. "Are you coming?"
He didn't answer her; he just walked into the woods. It worried Max. Michael was obviously upset because of his recent sarcastic remark, but things were getting dangerous. Whatever FBI hunters Topolsky was talking about, if they were real, could get Michael if he were alone in here. Also, he'd upset Michael and wanted to fix things up. He didn't like seeing Michael this mad at him.
Isabel walked over to the jeep and got in. Liz and Alex hopped in the back, but Max just stood there, watching Michael go into the woods.
"Max," Isabel said, "let him go. He'll be fine. He always has been."
No. Something was different this time. Max wasn't sure what, but he had a feeling that tonight wasn't like all other nights. He turned back to Isabel. "No, you know what? I'll take care of it. Go home without me."
Isabel raised her eyebrows and opened her mouth as if to say something, but thought better of it. She shrugged and drove away.
Maria rolled down the window of her Jetta. "Are you sure he's okay?"
Max nodded. "I'll go talk to him. You can leave--we'll walk."
"I don't know. I guess if you're sure..." Maria hesitated, but shrugged and left when he nodded.
Max turned to the woods. He didn't see which way Michael had gone, but he could sense his presence. It was an alien power that came in handy for finding your way back home when lost in the woods, unless the other aliens were lost with you. Not that it had ever been needed for that purpose. But it had helped Max and Isabel to first recognize Michael when they met up with him for the second time.
He walked through the woods until he saw Michael, throwing rocks into a stream. His back was to him, but they both knew that the other was there.
"Go away, Maxwell," Michael said to the woods.
"I'm not going to go away," Max replied as he sat down next to Michael.
"Max, I don't want to hear you yell, okay? You want to know the truth? It bothers me!" Seeing Max's shocked look, he continued. "Yes, Max, that's right. The stone wall isn't impenetrable after all. It HURTS when you act like I always screw up. Dammit, Max, is ANYTHING I ever do right?" He was nearing tears, and it was making Max uncomfortable and extremely guilty.
Max lowered his gaze to the ground. "I think...you're right."
Michael looked over at him. "What?" he asked in disbelief.
"Yeah," Max affirmed. "I...uh, shoudn't have said that...about..."
"Nice job, Michael?" Michael suggested.
"Yeah..." Max was silent for a few seconds, but it wasn't an uncomfortable one like before. "Uh... and I shouldn't have hit you. Besides that it was...a reminder...of Hank, and WAY uncalled for, it was also-" He struggled for the words. "I mean, who am I to tell you what's right and what's wrong? It's not like I'm guilt-free. I was the one who started this mess in the first place."
"Yeah," Michael grinned, "you messed up bad, Max."
Their eyes caught, and Max felt his whole body flush. Michael had an intense look in his eyes, and it was - unintentionally or not - sending an electric surge through Max's bones.
Before he realized it, their faces were only inches away. He reached over and gave Michael what he intended to be a small peck on the lips, but somehow transformed into a full on french kiss that seemed to last for eternity. When it was finally over, they looked at each other, both grinning.
"Well," Michael said, shrugging, "Max Evans. Who woulda thought?"
And they started off back home.
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