One Moment More Saga Pt1, Ch1
Here is CH 1 of One Moment More. I already have 6 chapter already done and I will add the rest in weekly installments.
One Moment More Saga
Rating: Mature
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything. Not the characters, the music lyrics, and episode quotes. I just enjoy borrowing them.
Category: M/L CC
Summary: Part One of this trilogy begins during the episode Departure. Max and Liz say a painful goodbye. That all I can give away. There's a lot more to it just read it and you'll find out.
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Possessed
The pain was overpowering.
It stifled, constricted, overwhelmed, and was unyielding.
Max sat in his jeep with giant stinging tears streaming down his face trying to compose himself before he had to face Tess and his fate. He didn’t know for sure how long he had been sitting there with his fingers gripped around the steering wheel-he didn’t care. Time seemed to stop for him the second he watched his soul leave him and walk inside the café. He roughly wiped his face with the back of his hands and began to turn the key in the ignition. He knew he should be getting back; the others would be waiting for him. Isabel and Michael depended on him to be their leader and stay strong. Even though he never felt like it was a role he was cut out for. Then there was his theoretical queen Tess, who depended on him to make sure their son survived. But as important and unquestionable those responsibilities were he could not stop himself from stepping out of the jeep and walking toward the ladder that led to Liz’s balcony.
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This can’t be happening. Liz chanted over and over as she manically paced around her room. She was completely consumed-far beyond the pain of loss. It was much worse. The tears were stuck and burned liked fire in her eyes but they didn’t leave and roll down as expected, just burned until she couldn’t see. Her chest felt like it was being squeezed tightly and very little air managed to escape. This must be what it feels like to die. She morosely resigned herself.
He was leaving and going somewhere she couldn’t follow. She would never see his beautiful face again-hear his sweet heavenly voice-feel his warm arms around her ever again. The cold hit at once and made her shiver from head to toe.
“Come death, I’m ready”
This was the way it’s supposed to be. He never belonged to her. He had a wife and now had a son on the way. There was no room for her in his life. Every loving word he spoke, every tender heated touch he made on her body was never supposed to be. Were they all just illusions and infatuation-nothing as real and as binding as destiny? She clutched at her heart and slid down her bedroom wall until she was seated on the cold hard floor.
She should’ve begged him to stay; pleaded for the sake of their love and what they’d shared, even though she knew in her heart it wouldn’t have done any good. His son was dying and couldn’t stay on the planet. For that alone Max had to leave.
“His son.” The words came out of her mouth but sounded foreign to her ears. “His son with Tess.” Liz always thought she would someday be the one to give him a child. It seemed so long ago that she scribbled the names of those children in her notebook and fantasized walking down the aisle to a smiling Max. Those dreams are all gone now.
Liz pulled her knees up to her chest, buried her head in her arms and sobbed. She sobbed for Max, for herself, and for the life they would never have together.
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With each rung of the ladder he took, a part of him-the very part he had been trying to restrain to keep from feeling the pain of being without her, seemed to come to life and have a mind of its own. It wouldn’t allow him to do the right thing and walk away. Instead he stepped on to the floor of the balcony a possessed man.
He took slow deliberate steps; too afraid he might leap toward the window and startle Liz. Once in front of her window he was taken by surprise. His heart clenched from what he saw in her darkened room.
Curled up against the wall like a reprimanded child sat someone he considered to be the strongest person he knew. But with the quaking of her tiny frame and the loud pitiful sobs that were coming from under her arms, Max knew it had all been a mask that she wore. Worse still was the fact that he was to blame for all of this. It had to end. It was too much to take. He quietly opened the window and stepped inside. He knew he had no right to be there. He had nothing to offer her but a shoulder to cry on. He was leaving her possibly for good, not to mention another woman was carrying his child. A child he never planned for or wanted. It was all a big mistake he felt obligated to make right. So why was he standing in front of Liz in her bedroom?
Liz hadn’t heard the window when it creaked open or the loud shuffle of a pair of boots as they walked across her wooden floor and stopped in front of her. She was too lost in her misery to hear anything around her. So when she finally looked up to wipe her face, there stood Max looking down at her. Through her tear blurred eyes, she thought he must have been a mirage but when he spoke her name in the voice she’d recognize anywhere, she knew he was real.
TBC>>>>>>>
