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Just a Touch (Instant Max Mix)

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Added to the Roswell Slash Archive November 14, 2000

Title: Just a Touch (Instant Max Mix)
Author: Uriel
Fandom: Roswell
Pairing: Michael/Max
Series: Instant Roswell Mixes
Disclaimer: Umm... I don't own them. I've said it a million times before. Not the owner=me.
Notes: Thanks to alexis for betaing and also thanks to bone and shel for betaing the last one (i forgot to thank you, oops, how rude of me)
Summary: Max goes out on his date with Liz, depressing as that is for the rest of us.

Friday night. It was Friday night. I was going to have a nervous breakdown.

"Max, breathe," Michael whispered in my ear. I breathed in a quick breath of air. Michael wrapped his arms lazily around my waist. "Isabel, does he look right to you?"

"What are you talking about?" I asked. Isabel peeked her head out of my closet.

"No. Change the shirt," she said, quickly moving back into the closet.

"What's wrong with my shirt?" I asked. "And what are you doing in there?"

"Make it darker," she said. Michael tensed against me for a moment.

"Better?" he asked. She looked out of the closet again.

"Blue," she said. Michael tensed again.

"Isabel, what are you doing in there?" I asked.

"Where are your good shoes?" she asked.

"What's wrong with my shoes?"

"Are you kidding?" Michael asked. "Even I would be offended if you wore those shoes on a date with me, and I'm in love with you."

"She's not gonna notice my shoes," I said.

"She's Liz," Isabel reminded me.

"Left side, back corner," I said.

"What?" they asked.

"The shoes," I replied.


"Maria?" I asked in surprise. The blonde girl looked me over appraisingly.

"You let Isabel dress you," she said approvingly. "Nice shoes."

"Is Liz here?" I asked.

"Yeah, yeah," she muttered as she walked into the Crashdown. "Liz! He's here!"

"I'm not ready yet!" Liz shouted back.

"She's not ready yet," Maria said to me.

"Is he dressed up?" Liz shouted.

"Isabel dressed him!" Maria replied. Then she looked at me and stifled a laugh.

"Get up here and help me!" Liz shouted.

"I'm just gonna-" Maria started.

"Go up there and help her?" I asked.

"Oh no! He's broken our secret code!" she said with a quick grin before running up the stairs.


"She's ready," Maria said as she sat down next to me.

"Where is... she..." I trailed off as Liz walked down the stairs.

Her hair was held up in a tight mass at the back of her head. She was wearing a dress. A very low cut dress. She was wearing make up, but not a lot. Just enough to make her look perfect.

Maria's hand pressed up against my chin to close my mouth for me.

"Do you think you can drive?" she asked. I stared, completely dumbfounded at Liz. "Maximilian?" She sounded just like Michael.

The thought of Michael brought me instantly out of my reverie.

"Yeah," I said. "Yeah, we'll be fine."


Liz smiled shyly at me as the jeep rumbled down the road. I couldn't help but smile back.

Michael. Michael who loved me. Michael who understood me. Michael who would do anything for me. Michael who didn't need to use words to talk to me.

Liz. Liz who I wanted. Liz who didn't understand. Liz who was scared. Liz who I loved desperately. Liz who could express anything she ever wanted to say to anyone, but couldn't seem to say anything to me.

My head hurt.

I tried to concentrate on driving.


Liz smiled at me across the table as she continued to eat. I couldn't think of anything to say, but she seemed content with doing all the talking. Her lips kept moving, her eyes kept shining, and her hands kept flitting back and forth between her mouth and her plate. It was really rather entrancing, watching her. Like watching Michael fidget.


Guilt suddenly welled up in me, both for thinking about Michael while I was out with Liz and for being out with Liz and leaving Michael at home by himself.

I looked away from Liz's eyes and stared at my food as I stirred it, never eating any of it.


She leaned over the edge of her balcony and pulled my face towards hers. Our lips brushed against each other. Nothing. I didn't feel anything as our lips touched for that briefest moment. It was just a touch. A meaningless touch. I could've cried.

She smiled sweetly as she stepped back from the balcony and went into her room, closing the door behind her.

I climbed back down the ladder and drove home.


"How was it?" Isabel asked the moment I went through the door.

"Is Michael here?" I asked.

"Hmm?" Michael's voice came from the couch.

"How was your date? With Liz? Remember?" Isabel pestered.

"I-I-I-" I replied intelligently. Michael's hand reached out for mine. I took it in mine. It felt right. The warmth of his skin against mine. The rhythm of his pulse gently vibrating against my palm. It wasn't just skin on skin.

"Max?" Michael asked softly. "Is everything okay?"

"Hello? Max? Are you still in there?" Isabel asked as she poked me repeatedly.

"I can't do it," I mumbled.

"Can't do what?" Isabel asked.

"You don't have to," Michael said in the same moment. "Come on. You can tell Isabel everything tomorrow." Isabel gave Michael a quick questioning look, but let it drop. Michael rose from the couch, his arms slipping around my waist. I fell back into his embrace, just letting him hold me.

He slowly pulled me down the hall.

"Max?" my mom's voice came from the end of the hall.

"Yeah, mom?" I replied.

"Isabel said you were going to stay at Michael's. Change of plans?" she asked. Isabel shot us a quick grin before walking around us and going into her room.

"No, mom," I replied. "Just came home to say good night."

"Good night, dear," she answered.

"Good night, Mrs. Evans," Michael called.

"Good night, Michael," she answered.

"Huh?" my dad's voice asked.

"Go back to sleep, sweetie," she told him.

"Uh," he grunted. Michael smiled at me, and I couldn't help but return the smile.


"What made you decide?" he asked me as the two of us lay next to each other on his slightly small bed.

"Decide what?" I asked.

"That you couldn't... with Liz," he gesticulated.

"She kissed me," I said.

"What?" he asked. His eyes whirled in confusion as he stared into me. Our eyes met for a moment, and his eyes seemed to glaze over momentarily. It was beautiful.

"It wasn't anything. It was just a touch. I didn't feel anything," I explained. He leaned over and kissed me softly. The slight touch of his warm lips against mine sent raw waves of emotion rushing through my body.

"Did you feel anything just now?" he asked.

"Yeah," I answered, pressing myself against him. His arms wrapped around me, holding me tightly against him.

"What?" he prodded.

"You," I whispered in his ear.


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