Rating: PG-16
Category: Max/Liz mostly, but also has to do with the entire show's storyline. Summary: Part I of the "Together" series. Liz receives a vision of how was her life in the alternate future, when she cemented with Max.
Spoilers: You have to watch at least The end of the world and Departure to understand the story, but it's highly suggested to watch the entire Season 2.
Disclaimer: I have nothing to do with writers or producers of Roswell. I don't own the characters of this story. Roswell's rights belong to Jason Katims and 20th Century Fox. Author's Notes: Takes place sometime after Departure.
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It was all dark. It was even darker than how it was before. The four pods were laying in the ground now, covered by hundreds of rocks. What was supposed to be a Pod Chamber was nothing but a destroyed cave now. Liz walked over the ruins of the chamber, and got one of her feet into of one of the pods. She jumped off the little mountain of rocks and then went towards what used to be the granilith chamber. It was and open space now, a big cave with nothing but rocks inside of it. She just sat down in the middle of the cave and opened her hand: she was holding the alien necklace. She watched once and again the alien symbol, printed in the pendant. It was Max's gift. He wanted her to keep it. It would be a way to remember him once he had gone home.

"Remember you? I could never forget you, Max", Liz said in a loud voice. "It's just that... I don't understand. What I did... What I did for you... Was it right? She's pregnant. My God, she's pregnant with your son."

Liz stood up and started walking by the cave, keeping talking to herself. Tears were coming out of her eyes. "The end of the world. That would have happened if Tess had left town in that other future. That future that had the two of us together. Together and married. What does that mean? Now that she's gone, is the world going to end again? God, she killed him. She killed Alex. And she was going to kill you too, and Michael and Isabel. Was it ok to stop you? Or was it your destiny to die too?..." She fell to the ground, crying as she never did before. "I'm so confused...", she said. "I don't know how to feel like. Did I save the world? Or is it going to end by my fault again?".

"I shall believe" started to play in her brain. It was one of her favorite songs, even before she knew that it was going to be Max's and her song. She watched the pendant, again, and touched it. She remembered herself dancing with Max, Max from the future.

"My wedding dance", she said to herself, smiling. Suddendly, she realized that something was brighting in the cave. There was something in the ground, like a little piece of rock. It was mostly purple, but its colors changed every second, from red to blue. Liz picked it up and realized that it was a piece of the granilith. She closed her eyes, and suddendly found herself, 14 years older, standing in the middle of the granilith chamber. Max from the future was inside the granilith, and he was dissapearing. She was crying, trying to touch him, but she couldn't. Suddendly, he left, and she remained alone in the chamber. As she cried, she felt something in her back-like a stab.

She opened her eyes, confused. "What was that?", she said to herself. She sat down again, holding the pendant and the piece of granilith. She closed her eyes again and thought of Max- of his eyes, of his mouth, of his voice. Of how much she loved him. And it happened. She saw him. And saw herself.

It was the year 2000 a.d. and it was late in the night. Liz was watching herself at the mirror. She was pretending that she was wearing a wedding dress. "I, Liz Parker, take Max Evans to be my husband, and I promise to love him and take care of him until I die", she said. She was smiling. It didn't matter to her if she was going to marry Max or not someday. She just wanted to imagine how it would be like. Then, she let her body lay on the bed, remembering all the beautiful moments she had spent with Max. She couldn't get off her head the words of that psychic that Maria had driven her and Alex to. "Intimacy? Sex?... I'm just not ready for that", she said. From the moment that she found out that Max was supposed to be with Tess, her life was destroyed. Liz loved Max and there was nothing that she wanted more than being with him. But it wasn't possible, she knew that. "You can't be with him, Liz. This is just a wish."

Suddendly, music started sounding out of her room. She could recognise it-it was mexican. Her grandmother used to make her listen all those songs sung by mariachis, or something like that. She used to think that they were funny, funny and ridiculous. She walked out to the roof, towards the ladder.

When she saw him, she couldn't believe it. It was him. Max, singing in spanish! She didn't know if she had to be happy or to laugh. The only that was passing by her mind in that moment was that he looked cute. He threw a bouquet of red roses to her, and they suddendly became white in the air, just as she liked them. She caught them and smelled them. And she smiled.

Her dad started yelling from the house, wondering what that music was. "Max, you gotta go", she told him from the roof. The song ended as Jeff Parker entered the room. Liz went to him and told him that it was just some mariachis playing their songs by the street, and that they were gone now. He asked her to go sleep, and she said she was going to. Then, she kissed him in the cheek and locked the door as he walked out. She went back to the roof and climbed down the ladder, just to find Max waiting for her.

"Max, what is this?", she said, in a hard voice.

"It's what I feel for you", he replied.

"You need to stop with this. Max, it's been like 4 months since I started forgetting you, and now you're trying to push me back to you. I don't know how to make you understand me".

"No, I don't know how to make you understand me", he said, and caressed her cheek. "I love you, Liz. Give me one more chance. I know you wanna be with me, I know you love me as much as I love you". He took out two tickets from his pants' pockets: they were for Gomez's concert next Friday. Max knew how much she loved their songs and thought that this concert could be the perfect chance to start getting closer to her.

"Please come with me, just the two of us", he continued to say, putting the tickets on her hands.

"Max, don't you get it?... This is impossible. This isn't normal. This is... Max, I just can't do it", she said, trying to avoid the tears that were just about to come out of her eyes. Liz climbed the ladder, and as she did it she stopped for a second to turn down and tell Max to leave. Max put back the tickets in his pocket and walked through the street, were the mariachis were standing. Liz returned to her bedroom and started crying. She knew that that week would be annoying.

And it was. Max chasing her at school, at the Crashdown, at her roof, just trying to convince her to go to Gomez's concert. But she wouldn't accept. She wouldn't throw by the toilet all her efforts, everything she had done during those months to keep herself away from Max. She knew that they didn't belong together-it didn't matter what Madame Vivian said, what mattered was his destiny. And Tess. Liz knew that.

Friday arrived. It was 10 p.m. and Liz was sitting in her bedroom. Her parents had gone off for the weekend, going to visit her aunt in Florida. She was alone in the house, and couldn't feel more miserable. She turned on the radio and went to the roof. She laid down in the couch that she had there, lighted the candles that she had in the table, and tried to write something in her diary. She couldn't. The only thing that she could see in her mind was Max. As if it wasn't enough, Gomez's "We haven't turned around" started playing in the radio.

"Maybe he took Tess to the concert", Liz said in a loud voice. Part of that would be ok, but the other part wouldn't. Liz couldn't get him off her mind. She couldn't stop thinking of him. She couldn't stop loving him.

She put the diary in the ground and tried to get some sleep, laying in the couch. As she closed her eyes, she saw Max. She saw him healing her in the Crashdown. She saw him touching her cheek, embrassing her after her grandmother's death, kissing her for the first time, dancing together... She could feel Max touching her arms right now, caressing her. She felt his hands on her stomach, on her back. She felt his legs over her legs. She felt his breathe over her nose. She could almost feel his lips touching hers. Suddendly, she opened her eyes.

And he was there.

"Max...", she said. He wouldn't say anything. He would just stay there, laying over her, about to kiss her. With one hand, he touched her hair. It was so soft. Softer than anything in the world. With the other hand, he kept caressing her body. She was the only one for him.

She wouldn't say anything else either. She just started touching his hair, his cheek, his lips. She looked at his eyes, his deep eyes. There wasn't anything more beautiful than his eyes for her. He was the only one too.

Their bodies spoke for themselves. He loved her. She loved him. They just kissed passionately, as they never kissed before. He pulled her up, passing his hands over her entire back, about to remove her shirt, as she took off his clothes. As they kept making out, they laid down on the couch again, she put her arms around his neck and just let her love blow up as he was letting his. They fused, they became one. They cemented.

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