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I am not suggesting that any of the characters, or indeed the actors who play them, are (or should be) homosexual. This fanfic includes homosexual and sometimes graphic sexual contact between teenage (albeit alien) guys, and if this offends you or you are not of legal age, please go away :)...
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INSTALLMENT ONE - DESTINY
Max, Michael, Isabel and Tess stood in the Pod Chamber with the communicators in their hands.
Liz Parker looked on in amazement as images and lights swirled around the cave, dazzling her eyes with their beauty. The images swirled and formed a picture... More than a picture... It was as if this beautiful woman in front of them was actually here, in front of them. But that couldn't be possible... Could it? The woman began to speak.
"If you are seeing me now, it means that you are alive and well. I take this form because it will be familiar to you, and it will help you to understand what I am about to say. You have lived before. You perished in the conflict that enslaves our planet but your essence was duplicated, cloned, and mixed with human genetic materials so that you might be recreated into human beings. My son, Max, you were the beloved leader of our people. I have sent with you your great love - your second in command - the one you will call Michael."
Liz gasped in horror, tears flooding her eyes as she realized that Tess was right. Max was destined to be with someone else... Just not with Tess... She felt herself gag as she thought about the situation she was now in, her whole world turned upside-down... Again...
Michael threw Max a serious, solemn look as he considered the consequences of this bombshell. What would happen now? Would Max realize that he needed to follow his destiny? Would Max realize what Michael had felt since he broke out of his pod - that they belong together?
Max immediately turned to Liz, seeing the wounded look on her face. He wanted to go straight over there and comfort her, tell her that they'd make their own destiny... But something inside of him stopped him. Instead he felt himself turn and look right into Michael's eyes, and stare. It felt so natural, so right... But why? 'Snap out of it Maxwell. What are you thinking?'
Max's mother continued. "My dear daughter, Isabel, and your beloved Tess. I cannot stay for long, and there is something very important that I must tell you. Our enemies have come to the Earth. You will know them only by the evil within. Learn enough to use your skills, your knowledge, your leadership to combat the enemy so that you can come back and free us. And that I may once again hold you both in my arms. I live for that moment. Help us. I love you."
Isabel looked to Max, tears stinging her eyes. "Our mother... She`s so beautiful."
Tess turned to Isabel. "So... I guess I got the destiny thing a little mixed up."
"You think?" Barked Michael from across the room. He may want this whole thing to turn out to his advantage eventually, but knew he had to work on Max slowly.
Isabel spoke up. "We were created. Created for a purpose, to save our planet. Our mothers, fathers... God, who knows who is up there that needs saving? Our destiny is a part of that, we have to follow it."
"No we don't" Max said, firmly, talking more to Liz than to anyone else. "Whatever we have to do for our planet, we're still our own people. No destiny can change who we love."
"It hasn't," Tess said as she walked over to Isabel and kissed her softly. Surprisingly to everyone, even herself, Isabel kissed back. It felt so natural so right.
Michael shot Max a questioning look. Max turned away, walking towards Liz. "Look, everything I told you before is still true."
Liz, her eyes and her cheeks covered in tears, answered back. "Max, you do have a destiny. You just heard it. I can't stand in the way of it."
"But you mean everything to me" Max softly said, as he leaned in and kissed Liz.
Liz kissed back, but only momentarily. This had to be their last kiss. She couldn't stand in the way of a whole race. Tess, yes. Michael, definitely... But the lives of Max's entire race? She couldn't compete with that. "Goodbye, Max." Liz turned and walked out of the cave, not turning to look back at Max once, for fear that she might run right back into his arms.
Max couldn't believe what he was hearing. He ran after Liz, desperation in his voice as he said "Liz. Liz, wait..."
He was interrupted by Michael's hand on his shoulder. "You've gotta let her go, man. She's right."
Michael didn't know exactly what he meant by that, and was sure that Max had intentions of 'following his destiny' the way Isabel and Tess were right now... But he had time to work on that. What was more important was that they now had real enemies. Real alien enemies. He summed it up for all four of the 'Royal Four' when he asked "What happens now, Max?"
Later That Day:
"Nasedo, what the hell is this? My destiny is Michael? Is this some sick kind of alien joke?" Max was filled with rage and anger about what went down with Liz today, taking it all out on Nasedo and screaming down the phone.
"No, it's no joke, Max," Nasedo answered from his - well, 'Agent Pierce's' - cellphone. "Our planet became grossly overpopulated. The ruler - you, in fact - decided that the only way in which we could be sure to 'cut down on numbers' if you will, was to ban reproduction. That is, sex between a male and female. Necessary numbers of newborns were produced through a method similar to Earth's test-tube method. Eventually, because of our species' urge for sex - another personality flaw we share with humans - many people took to other 'methods' in which to, to coin a phrase, 'get off'."
"Our planet is full of homos?"
"Not everyone. But most. It's the socially-accepted thing now. Even you did it... Or, you and Michael, should I say? You were quite the model couple, if I remember. Completely in love..."
Max hung up. He couldn't deal with this. He turned to Michael, Isabel and Tess and explained everything to them, too shocked to be uncomfortable around Michael, although he couldn't seem to manage to look him in the eye anymore.
Michael stared into Max's eyes as he spoke, watching them spark with passion and fire. He looked at his soft pink lips moving, willing them to kiss his. Someday. Someday Max would realize. He would hold Michael in his arms, kissing his neck softly and lovingly. Someday he would let Michael show him just how much he loved him. Michael had looked up to Max since they first met. He felt an instant connection. An instant attraction. Max didn't seem to have felt the same way, but now that he knew it was their destiny, he had to feel it, he had to. But for now, Max needed to get over Liz, and get used to the situation. Michael decided to stay away from Max for a while.
One month later - Summer Break:
Liz had gone away to Florida for the summer, to stay with some aunt or other. Max couldn't believe that she didn't even say goodbye. She just took off, right after... Right after he found out he was destined to be with Michael. That had been playing on his mind, but he just couldn't stop thinking about Liz. Everyone had been around. 'Helping'. Trying to take his mind off of Liz. But none of them could do it. He just kept seeing, over and over again, Liz walking away from him. He couldn't bear it. No matter how hard he tried, that image would come back to him.
All summer long so far, Max had done one thing only - lie on his bed listening to Counting Crows. On repeat. He was doing that right now when that unmistakable knock came on his window. "Michael?"
"Yeah, Max, it's me. Can I come in, please?"
"Yeah of course. Where've you been, I haven't seen you in weeks... Everyone else has been over, trying to get me to forget about Liz."
"And I bet it hasn't worked. Because you, my friend, are pathetic."
Max laughed. For the first time in a month, Max actually laughed.
Michael knew this was going the right way, so he continued. "What are you laughing at, you big dumb pathetic loser?"
"Who are you calling a loser? You're the second in command, remember? I order you to take that back!"
"Ooooh... Using your kingship to your advantage, huh? We'll see about that, 'Oh Powerful One'." With that, Michael picked up a pillow and whacked Max over the head with it.
"That's it, this is war!" Max exclaimed, as he got on top of Michael and started tickling him. They laughed as they play-wrestled like they used to when they were on the school field as kids. But somehow it was different. Even as they were innocently playing about on his bed, Max felt it. He felt the urge to do something more... Something sexual... With Michael... But it felt right. Completely natural, and perfect...
And so he did it, he leant down and kissed Michael. Michael didn't need to think twice to respond. The feel of Max's muscular body pressing down on his, Max's soft lips pressing against his, the feel of Max's hands stroking his hair... It was heaven. Something Michael had dreamed about for years. And it was really happening. Michael parted Max's lips with his tongue, making their embrace even more passionnate and more meaningful. They were finally together.
As they parted from their perfect kiss, each with a contented smile on their face, Max noticed through his thoughts of passion and love for Michael that he wasn't thinking about Liz. That he was actually over her. That that one, single, perfect kiss with Michael had changed his world. For the better.
"We're together now Michael, and nothing is going to change that. Ever. It's our destiny, and you and I, we're going to make it through whatever it is we have to go through."
"You have no idea how long I've been wanting to hear that from you, Maxwell." Michael said. And with that, their lips met again for another long, passionnate, kiss.
TO BE CONTINUED...
Get back to me at guerin@yours.com to let me know what you all thought of that. I'd like to hear anyone's opinions at all, about what you think I could improve or add or even to praise me if you want to. Personally I think the hottest things about Roswell are Nikolas, Brody and Rath, and they will be included in future installments, as well as some actual sex :). Part 2 should be written and sent within a couple of weeks so let me know what you'd like to see in it.