Roswell/X-Files Crossover Fic: The Truth Revealed (2/3)
Author: X_tremeroswellian
Email: X_tremeroswellian@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: Yeah, I know. Not mine. They belong to Melinda Metz, Jason Katims, Chris Carter, and a bunch of other people I will never actually have the privledge of meeting. Don't sue.
Category: M/L primarily. M/M, A/I, and of course, some Mulder/Scully, too! :)
Rating: R for language and violence
Spoilers: For Roswell up through "The Toy House," and for the X-Files, up through this season, but a lot of spoilers from 2nd through 5th season specifically.
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The Truth Revealed (Part Two)
Maria lay in bed, staring at the ceiling in her bedroom. She sighed and moved the bottle of cedar oil under her nose again. She inhaled deeply and closed her eyes. That's when she heard the knock at her window. She knew without a doubt who it was. She took another deep breath and then sat up and stared at him through the window.
Michael stood outside, staring in at her. He motioned for her to open the window.
Maria heaved a sigh and stood up, walked to the window, and yanked it open. Michael crawled inside without awaiting an invitation. "You should keep this thing locked," he stated.
"You knocked," she pointed out.
"Yeah, I did." He glanced around the room, unable to supress a grin at the pink walls covered with pictures of her and Liz and Alex, and a poster of Christina Aguileria, and all the bottles of aromatherapy oils she had sitting around. Then his gaze landed on her bedside table. He felt a wave of shock run through him. There sat the napkin holder he had made her, note still attatched. He looked up at her.
"What?" she demanded.
"You really kept it."
Maria followed his gaze to land on the napkin holder on her table. Her cheeks turned pink. "Yeah, I told you that, Cheesehead."
Michael grinned at her. "I do believe that's the nicest thing you've said to me since the fifth grade."
Maria grinned back. "Yeah, I guess I'm slipping, huh?"
Their eyes met and they stared at each other for a long, silent moment.
"So, what are you doing here?" she asked finally.
He blinked. "I don't know."
Maria lifted an eyebrow. "You don't know?"
"I don't know. I just--got this urge to see you." He turned red at his words and looked over at the window. "So, you're okay?"
"I'm fine. Couldn't be better, actually."
"Right." Michael stared at her floor for a moment. "So I guess I'll just go now."
Maria watched him walk to the window. "Uh, wait. My mom's out of town for the weekend and I have no plans for the day...I mean, like I'm actually going to study for finals. Anyway, do you wanna do something?"
He turned to look at her. "Like what?" he asked suspiciously.
She glared at him. "Like watch a movie or go to the mall or go cheer up Liz at the Crashdown?"
"What's wrong with Liz?" he asked in confusion.
"Where have you been, Spaceboy? Mars?" she demanded.
Michael stared at her. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"Max dumped her, as if you didn't know." She rolled her eyes and dropped down onto her bed, grabbing a vile of fingernail polish.
"Wait, they weren't even going out," he said defensively. "So how could he dump her?"
"Oh, my God. You are like, really clueless sometimes!" Maria said in exasperation. "They definitely, definitely had something going on between them and he walked out on her. Said he needed to take 'a step back.' Gag me."
Michael stared at her. "I'm sure Max had his reasons."
"Right. Yeah, I forgot. Doesn't matter that she's completlely in love with him. He has to be a stone wall."
For a moment, she didn't even realize what she had said. Then her eyes widened and she looked at Michael, who was staring at her with widened eyes, as well.
"And the truth comes out. Score one for Maria DeLuca," she muttered.
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Alex waited nervously on the Evans' doorstep. She's probably not even home, he thought. He considered turning around and going back to the Crashdown, but then the door opened. And Isabel Evans stood before him. He swallowed hard.
"Alex," Isabel said with surprise. "What are you doing here?"
"Uh, I'm here to talk to you, actually," he confessed.
"Is everything all right?" she asked immediatly, sensing his nervousness. "Did something happen?"
"Oh, no. No, nothing happened, not really anyway. Um, can I come in?" he asked hesitantly.
"Yeah. Sure." She opened the door for him and stepped aside as he walked into their living room. Isabel studied him. He was definitely nervous. "So...what's going on?"
Alex swallowed hard again and then turned to face her. He looked directly into her eyes. "I like you, Isabel."
She blinked and then started to smile. "Alex, I-"
"No, wait. I'm not finished. Please just let me get this out before I start babbling like an idiot," he pleaded.
Isabel nodded and waited for him to continue.
"Okay, as I was saying, I like you, Isabel. I like you a lot. I always have, since the first time I met you in fourth grade. And I know I'm like, way below your status level on the social ladder and everything, but I can't help how I feel. I think you're beautiful, and smart, and I think you hide who you really are because you're afraid to let anyone know the real you. You're afraid of rejection and getting hurt. I just wanted you to know that I would never hurt you, Isabel. And it doesn't matter to me that you're different. I've always known it anyway. Maybe not the specifics, but I've always known it. It makes you special," he finished.
She stared at him wide-eyed. She wasn't sure what she had expected to hear from Alex when he showed up on her doorstep, but that definitely hadn't crossed her mind as being one of the possibilities. Isabel knew that Alex had a crush on her, but she had no idea that he understood how she felt, or liked her that much. "Alex," she said softly.
"Look, I know that the three of you are convinced that the three of us could never work in relationships, and maybe that's true. But let's face it. You've been here since 1947. There's never been any indication that someone's coming back for you guys. You may be stuck here for the rest of your lives. I'm sorry for saying that," Alex said immediatly.
Isabel shook her head. "No. You're right, Alex. It's very possible we'll be here for keeps. And the truth is, I'm not sure I'd want to leave," she said quietly.
Alex watched her carefully as she moved to the couch and then motioned for him to sit down next to her. He did so.
"I like it here. I don't really have a desire to leave. I love my parents. I like my life here. Max and Michael--they don't understand what it's like for me. I mean, they have one another, and I know that I can count on them, but it's not the same, you know?"
Alex smiled. "Yeah. Believe me, I know."
Isabel realized he was thinking of Liz and Maria. "You feel left out sometimes, don't you?"
"They don't do it intentionally. And the fact is, I love them both like sisters. But they're both girls and I'm a guy, and, well...I can relate to what you feel, that's all."
"Yeah, I think you can," she agreed quietly, gazing into his eyes. They were a beautiful shade of blue. "Alex, I like you, too. And believe me, there's nothing more I'd like to do than to knock some sense into my brothers and show them that not everyone is out to get us. But they're stubborn. I mean, at first the whole thing with Max and Liz really bothered me, but now...they're both so miserable. I don't think it's worth it."
"What are you saying, Isabel?" Alex asked, his heart pounding wildly in his chest.
Isabel took a deep breath and met his eyes again. "I'm saying, I'd like to go out with you sometime. But I want to take things slowly."
Alex stared at her. Had Isabel Evans just said she wanted to go out with him?
"Alex?"
"I'd love to go out with you, Isabel." He took her hand and brought it to his lips. He kissed the back of her hand gently.
Isabel felt a shiver run through her as Alex let go of her hand and stared into her eyes. Why hadn't she noticed what a great guy he was until now?
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Max was nearly barrelled over as four guys came out of the Crashdown, running as fast as they could. The last one was wearing a suit and tie. He didn't take time to think. He raced into the restaraunt only to see, much to his horror, Liz lying on the floor, and a woman kneeling over her, pressing a dress jacket onto the wound. The jacket was soaked with blood, and more was pooling on the floor. "Call an ambulance," the woman said, looking up at him.
Max shook his head, and grabbed her arm. "Move," he said.
The woman stared at him. "I have to keep pressure on the wound. If I don't, she'll bleed to death!"
"She's going to die if you don't move right now!" Max pushed the woman aside and threw the jacket off of Liz. He tore open her dress, an incredible sensation of deja vu washing over him. He touched her face. "Liz! Liz, can you hear me?"
Liz moaned and her eyes tried to focus on him. Only one coherent thought was going through her mind. "Max, no," she whispered. She moved her head from side to side. "No!" Max started to put his hand over the wound in her stomach, but she grabbed his hand. "No, Max!"
"Liz, if I don't you're going to die!" he whispered. He tried to put his hand over the wound again, but she stopped him again.
"She's FBI," Liz whispered weakly.
Max's heart was pounding wildly in his chest. He glanced up at the woman, who was staring at him. Then he looked back at Liz. "Liz, I can't lose you!" he whispered.
"It's too dangerous, Max." Liz closed her eyes, fighting to stay conscious.
Max nearly panicked as her eyes closed. "I don't care." He took her hand in one of his, and held it to her side gently. Then he placed his other hand over the wound. Nothing mattered except the fact that Liz was going to die if he didn't do something about it. He focused on her and formed the connection. The images came rapidly and he didn't have time to process them.
*Liz and Maria and Alex at the movies, throwing popcorn at one another when they were kids
*Liz and Isabel working on their oral report for history
*Liz talking to Michael outside his trailer
*Liz and him standing on her roof, talking and kissing
*Liz and him, dancing at the Chinese restaraunt
*Liz's tear-stained face as he told her goodbye that night on the roof
Max stared down at her and moved his hand away. The wound was healed. "Liz," he whispered. "Liz, look at me," he begged.
Her eyes fluttered open and locked with his. Then her eyes filled with tears and she closed them again. "You shouldn't have done that," she whispered.
Max swallowed hard, and then pulled her into a sitting position. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her to him, holding onto her tightly. "Liz," he whispered.
She buried her face in his chest, and shook her head.
Dana Scully stood, staring at the two of them in shock. She heard Mulder come up behind her. "They got away," he said, trying to catch his breath. He looked at her face. "Scully, what is it?"
Unable to speak, she just nodded towards the two teens that were sitting on the ground, wrapped up in one another's arms.
Max and Liz pulled apart and then looked up at the two FBI agents. Then they looked at each other.
Mulder sucked in a breath and stared as well. "You must be Max Evans," he finally said.
Email: X_tremeroswellian@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: Yeah, I know. Not mine. They belong to Melinda Metz, Jason Katims, Chris Carter, and a bunch of other people I will never actually have the privledge of meeting. Don't sue.
Category: M/L primarily. M/M, A/I, and of course, some Mulder/Scully, too! :)
Rating: R for language and violence
Spoilers: For Roswell up through "The Toy House," and for the X-Files, up through this season, but a lot of spoilers from 2nd through 5th season specifically.
One | Two | Three
The Truth Revealed (Part Two)
Maria lay in bed, staring at the ceiling in her bedroom. She sighed and moved the bottle of cedar oil under her nose again. She inhaled deeply and closed her eyes. That's when she heard the knock at her window. She knew without a doubt who it was. She took another deep breath and then sat up and stared at him through the window.
Michael stood outside, staring in at her. He motioned for her to open the window.
Maria heaved a sigh and stood up, walked to the window, and yanked it open. Michael crawled inside without awaiting an invitation. "You should keep this thing locked," he stated.
"You knocked," she pointed out.
"Yeah, I did." He glanced around the room, unable to supress a grin at the pink walls covered with pictures of her and Liz and Alex, and a poster of Christina Aguileria, and all the bottles of aromatherapy oils she had sitting around. Then his gaze landed on her bedside table. He felt a wave of shock run through him. There sat the napkin holder he had made her, note still attatched. He looked up at her.
"What?" she demanded.
"You really kept it."
Maria followed his gaze to land on the napkin holder on her table. Her cheeks turned pink. "Yeah, I told you that, Cheesehead."
Michael grinned at her. "I do believe that's the nicest thing you've said to me since the fifth grade."
Maria grinned back. "Yeah, I guess I'm slipping, huh?"
Their eyes met and they stared at each other for a long, silent moment.
"So, what are you doing here?" she asked finally.
He blinked. "I don't know."
Maria lifted an eyebrow. "You don't know?"
"I don't know. I just--got this urge to see you." He turned red at his words and looked over at the window. "So, you're okay?"
"I'm fine. Couldn't be better, actually."
"Right." Michael stared at her floor for a moment. "So I guess I'll just go now."
Maria watched him walk to the window. "Uh, wait. My mom's out of town for the weekend and I have no plans for the day...I mean, like I'm actually going to study for finals. Anyway, do you wanna do something?"
He turned to look at her. "Like what?" he asked suspiciously.
She glared at him. "Like watch a movie or go to the mall or go cheer up Liz at the Crashdown?"
"What's wrong with Liz?" he asked in confusion.
"Where have you been, Spaceboy? Mars?" she demanded.
Michael stared at her. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"Max dumped her, as if you didn't know." She rolled her eyes and dropped down onto her bed, grabbing a vile of fingernail polish.
"Wait, they weren't even going out," he said defensively. "So how could he dump her?"
"Oh, my God. You are like, really clueless sometimes!" Maria said in exasperation. "They definitely, definitely had something going on between them and he walked out on her. Said he needed to take 'a step back.' Gag me."
Michael stared at her. "I'm sure Max had his reasons."
"Right. Yeah, I forgot. Doesn't matter that she's completlely in love with him. He has to be a stone wall."
For a moment, she didn't even realize what she had said. Then her eyes widened and she looked at Michael, who was staring at her with widened eyes, as well.
"And the truth comes out. Score one for Maria DeLuca," she muttered.
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Alex waited nervously on the Evans' doorstep. She's probably not even home, he thought. He considered turning around and going back to the Crashdown, but then the door opened. And Isabel Evans stood before him. He swallowed hard.
"Alex," Isabel said with surprise. "What are you doing here?"
"Uh, I'm here to talk to you, actually," he confessed.
"Is everything all right?" she asked immediatly, sensing his nervousness. "Did something happen?"
"Oh, no. No, nothing happened, not really anyway. Um, can I come in?" he asked hesitantly.
"Yeah. Sure." She opened the door for him and stepped aside as he walked into their living room. Isabel studied him. He was definitely nervous. "So...what's going on?"
Alex swallowed hard again and then turned to face her. He looked directly into her eyes. "I like you, Isabel."
She blinked and then started to smile. "Alex, I-"
"No, wait. I'm not finished. Please just let me get this out before I start babbling like an idiot," he pleaded.
Isabel nodded and waited for him to continue.
"Okay, as I was saying, I like you, Isabel. I like you a lot. I always have, since the first time I met you in fourth grade. And I know I'm like, way below your status level on the social ladder and everything, but I can't help how I feel. I think you're beautiful, and smart, and I think you hide who you really are because you're afraid to let anyone know the real you. You're afraid of rejection and getting hurt. I just wanted you to know that I would never hurt you, Isabel. And it doesn't matter to me that you're different. I've always known it anyway. Maybe not the specifics, but I've always known it. It makes you special," he finished.
She stared at him wide-eyed. She wasn't sure what she had expected to hear from Alex when he showed up on her doorstep, but that definitely hadn't crossed her mind as being one of the possibilities. Isabel knew that Alex had a crush on her, but she had no idea that he understood how she felt, or liked her that much. "Alex," she said softly.
"Look, I know that the three of you are convinced that the three of us could never work in relationships, and maybe that's true. But let's face it. You've been here since 1947. There's never been any indication that someone's coming back for you guys. You may be stuck here for the rest of your lives. I'm sorry for saying that," Alex said immediatly.
Isabel shook her head. "No. You're right, Alex. It's very possible we'll be here for keeps. And the truth is, I'm not sure I'd want to leave," she said quietly.
Alex watched her carefully as she moved to the couch and then motioned for him to sit down next to her. He did so.
"I like it here. I don't really have a desire to leave. I love my parents. I like my life here. Max and Michael--they don't understand what it's like for me. I mean, they have one another, and I know that I can count on them, but it's not the same, you know?"
Alex smiled. "Yeah. Believe me, I know."
Isabel realized he was thinking of Liz and Maria. "You feel left out sometimes, don't you?"
"They don't do it intentionally. And the fact is, I love them both like sisters. But they're both girls and I'm a guy, and, well...I can relate to what you feel, that's all."
"Yeah, I think you can," she agreed quietly, gazing into his eyes. They were a beautiful shade of blue. "Alex, I like you, too. And believe me, there's nothing more I'd like to do than to knock some sense into my brothers and show them that not everyone is out to get us. But they're stubborn. I mean, at first the whole thing with Max and Liz really bothered me, but now...they're both so miserable. I don't think it's worth it."
"What are you saying, Isabel?" Alex asked, his heart pounding wildly in his chest.
Isabel took a deep breath and met his eyes again. "I'm saying, I'd like to go out with you sometime. But I want to take things slowly."
Alex stared at her. Had Isabel Evans just said she wanted to go out with him?
"Alex?"
"I'd love to go out with you, Isabel." He took her hand and brought it to his lips. He kissed the back of her hand gently.
Isabel felt a shiver run through her as Alex let go of her hand and stared into her eyes. Why hadn't she noticed what a great guy he was until now?
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Max was nearly barrelled over as four guys came out of the Crashdown, running as fast as they could. The last one was wearing a suit and tie. He didn't take time to think. He raced into the restaraunt only to see, much to his horror, Liz lying on the floor, and a woman kneeling over her, pressing a dress jacket onto the wound. The jacket was soaked with blood, and more was pooling on the floor. "Call an ambulance," the woman said, looking up at him.
Max shook his head, and grabbed her arm. "Move," he said.
The woman stared at him. "I have to keep pressure on the wound. If I don't, she'll bleed to death!"
"She's going to die if you don't move right now!" Max pushed the woman aside and threw the jacket off of Liz. He tore open her dress, an incredible sensation of deja vu washing over him. He touched her face. "Liz! Liz, can you hear me?"
Liz moaned and her eyes tried to focus on him. Only one coherent thought was going through her mind. "Max, no," she whispered. She moved her head from side to side. "No!" Max started to put his hand over the wound in her stomach, but she grabbed his hand. "No, Max!"
"Liz, if I don't you're going to die!" he whispered. He tried to put his hand over the wound again, but she stopped him again.
"She's FBI," Liz whispered weakly.
Max's heart was pounding wildly in his chest. He glanced up at the woman, who was staring at him. Then he looked back at Liz. "Liz, I can't lose you!" he whispered.
"It's too dangerous, Max." Liz closed her eyes, fighting to stay conscious.
Max nearly panicked as her eyes closed. "I don't care." He took her hand in one of his, and held it to her side gently. Then he placed his other hand over the wound. Nothing mattered except the fact that Liz was going to die if he didn't do something about it. He focused on her and formed the connection. The images came rapidly and he didn't have time to process them.
*Liz and Maria and Alex at the movies, throwing popcorn at one another when they were kids
*Liz and Isabel working on their oral report for history
*Liz talking to Michael outside his trailer
*Liz and him standing on her roof, talking and kissing
*Liz and him, dancing at the Chinese restaraunt
*Liz's tear-stained face as he told her goodbye that night on the roof
Max stared down at her and moved his hand away. The wound was healed. "Liz," he whispered. "Liz, look at me," he begged.
Her eyes fluttered open and locked with his. Then her eyes filled with tears and she closed them again. "You shouldn't have done that," she whispered.
Max swallowed hard, and then pulled her into a sitting position. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her to him, holding onto her tightly. "Liz," he whispered.
She buried her face in his chest, and shook her head.
Dana Scully stood, staring at the two of them in shock. She heard Mulder come up behind her. "They got away," he said, trying to catch his breath. He looked at her face. "Scully, what is it?"
Unable to speak, she just nodded towards the two teens that were sitting on the ground, wrapped up in one another's arms.
Max and Liz pulled apart and then looked up at the two FBI agents. Then they looked at each other.
Mulder sucked in a breath and stared as well. "You must be Max Evans," he finally said.