Agent Fox Mulder (i_want_2) wrote in multi_fiction, @ 2010-03-26 15:54:00 |
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Entry tags: | het, rated: teen, roswell, slash |
Fic: Memories In Time 1/? Roswell
Title: Memories In Time
Author: Lopaka Tanu
Disclaimer: I do not own Roswell.
Characters: Kyle, Max, Liz, Michael, Maria, Isabel, Alex, Jim.
Words: 1788
Prompt: Something strange is happening between Max and Kyle.
Fandom: Roswell (TV Series)
Pairing: Kyle/Max, mentioned Liz/Kyle, one-sided Max/Liz
Rating: Teen
Warnings: Language, Angst, Alien Biology, Sexual Situations, Violence.
Summary: A painful revelation leaves Kyle with questions and Max seeking answers.
Author's Note: Spoilers for Season 1.
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How It Started.
The noise in the diner was almost enough to kill Kyle's train of thought. After school crowds were always the worst for talking. "I won't bother you with all the boring details, suffice to say, I am now banned from the art room."
This earned him a snort from Liz but nothing else. She kept her focus on the sugar jars she was refilling.
He sighed. Picking up a cooling French fry, Kyle twirled it in the ketchup. With it, he etched a box shaped X on the center. "If Ms. Jones had her way, I am certain that I would be banned from the art world completely."
Snickering, Liz rolled her eyes to the ceiling. "I tried to warn you." The stupid alien antenna on her head bobbed as she twisted her head to move the hair from her face. "So, what are you going to do for the time period?"
"I don't know, and before you ask, no, my dad doesn't know yet." Glancing up from the ketchup, he grinned at her. "Which is probably a stupid thing to say considering where we are." He turned a little to his right so he could face Maria.
"What?" Her own uniform sparkling in the afternoon sunlight, Maria sniffed from a tiny bottle. "It's not like the fact you're a total failure at everything not sports related is a secret."
"Gee, thanks, I needed that." His deadpan delivery had Liz snickering. Smile firmly entrenched on his face, Kyle turned back to his girlfriend. "Let's forget about the problems for a while and focus on the positive."
Maria capped her bottle. "I couldn't agree more." After stuffing it in her apron, she reached across the counter to grab Liz by the arm. "Excuse us, we are 'both' on duty." She gave the other teen a patronizing smile. It slipped as she dragged Liz through the gap and back on to the diner floor.
"Maria!" After glaring at her friend, Liz sent an apologetic look to her boyfriend.
This left him alone on the stool again. So much for sympathy. Sighing again, he checked the clock on the wall. He had four hours until his dad would be home, at the earliest, that was.
"He's looking at you again."
Kyle was pretty sure the words were supposed to be whispered, but he heard them from ten feet away. If there was one thing Maria was good at, that was attracting attention. There was no need to look around. He knew who the 'he' was. 'He' had been watching Liz for years now.
It was an old problem, one that would probably never resolve itself. Kyle knew of several of his dad's friends who still watched the same girls they did when in High School. Really, it was quite pathetic. If he went down that path himself, he would definitely shoot himself and save the nut house the paperwork.
He was checking the time again when he heard voices raised. Kyle started to turn around and see if he could help when he heard it. Before he knew it, he was thrown off his seat. Crashing down, he hit his forehead on the next stool. The next thought to register was that the tiles were cold.
"Liz!" Maria again.
The world was a blur of bright lights and noise. Pain radiated from several parts of his body, but the largest amount was surprisingly in his back. Funny, he didn't remember hitting it on the way down.
Kyle tried to take a breath, but his side hitched. That was when he realized the pain was more to the left of his back. Whatever had hit him nailed him from the left.
The longer he lay there the more the pain increased. By the time he could blink the spots from his vision he was in agony. His breaths came in shallow pants from his good side.
"Liz, open your eyes. You've got to look at me."
He knew that voice. Kyle usually disliked that voice, but right now he hated it. That fire he felt gave him the strength to fight the pain. He concentrated on pushing it away. Gritting his teeth he used every ounce of will power he contained to crush it.
Then, suddenly, the pain was gone.
Gasping in relief, he panted heavily. As he lay there gasping, he heard muted voices. Kyle realized they had been speaking the entire time. Well, correction, Max had been speaking to his girlfriend.
Liz. She was hurt!
His eyes shot open. Despite the pain, Kyle forced himself to turn on his side. The pain in his head caused him to waver, but he managed to get up on one elbow and look.
Max, the bastard, was taking advantage of the situation. He was ripping open the front of Liz's uniform. When he got it open, despite her attempts at stopping him, the teen froze. He gasped. "You're not hurt."
"I've been trying to tell you that." She sounded more amused than angry. "I was just startled. I guess I must've slipped on something and fell."
Some how that pissed Kyle off more. At the very least, she should have been affronted. That was how those women in those trashy books Maria read would have reacted. It occurred to him that Liz would probably be surprised he knew what the word meant.
Kyle felt like smacking himself in the head. He had to remain focused. Feeling dizzy, he pushed himself up in to a sitting position. "Get your stinkin' hands off my girlfriend, you damn, dirty ape!" Snorting, he tried to keep the grin off his face. That isn't what he had wanted to say.
May be he had a concussion? Whatever, his growled words were enough to break the other teens in to action.
Jumping back as if Liz were snake, Max released her uniform. He scooted back until his back hit a chair. Turning beet red, he forced himself to look away. "Sorry. I'm sorry, Liz."
"It's okay." She actually sounded sympathetic to the perve.
It was enough to make Kyle sick. He wanted to kick the other teen's ass. "No, it's not okay!" Putting a hand under him to help get up failed when it slipped on something slick. "Evans, you pervert, I'm going to rip those big, monkey ears off your head!" He slipped a second time, bouncing off one of the stools.
That was the final charge Max needed. Pushing up from the floor, he shot for the door. He looked back only once, but it wasn't to check on Liz.
Still on the floor, Kyle flipped the dork off. "Later!" And he meant it. Another wave of dizziness hit him and this time it brought a friend. Putting a hand to his mouth, he burped. The taste of bile gagged him.
The world began to tilt. Leaning forward, Kyle dropped his forehead to his knees. This was a big mistake as pain spasmed from the laceration. "Ah!" Carefully, he sat back against the counter.
"Yeah, I'm fine, Maria." Liz was fine. She even got up on her own. Pushing her friend aside so she could, Liz wiped her uniform off.
Resting his head back against the tile, he closed his eyes. This only eased the nausea. The room was still spinning around him.
Definitely a concussion.
Groaning, he dropped his hands to his sides. His right one landed in a sticky puddle and he winced. "Oh, man." He moved to wipe it off on his pants when his fingers hit something.
The object went rolling across the tiles. It stopped against his leg.
Curious, he picked it up, then froze. He knew instantly what it was just from the shape.
"Kyle!" Liz's cry echoed in the quiet of the restaurant. "Oh my god, are you all right?" The sound of her shoes hitting the floor heralded her arrival at his side.
Kyle winced as her words echoed in his ears. It figured she would notice he was hurt only when he was finally getting things under control. "Yeah, just, keep it down." He didn't know why, but he stuffed the bullet in his pocket. He used the motion of wiping his hand off on his pants to hide the action. "Got any idea what I put my hand in? I would look, but if I open my eyes I'm afraid I might throw up."
"Oh my god, Liz!" Maria's shrill voice shot up an entire octave. "He's bleeding like a stuck pig. Considering...never mind, I'll crack jokes later." She sounded more than a little freaked out. "I'll go call an ambulance."
"Yeah, you do that. Thanks." He would have flipped her off if he could think of which direction her voice had come from. As it was, he winced. "Geeze, does she naturally have a voice like an ice pick or does she practice it in the shower?" Realizing what he said, he held up a hand. "Never mind, forget I ever said anything about her and a shower."
Chuckling, Liz leaned in close. Her breath ghosted over Kyle's cheek. "That cut looks pretty bad. I think you're going to need stitches."
"Damn, my pretty face." He tried to get another laugh out of her with a smile, but it was too much effort. His entire head hurt now and it was starting to throb.
The touch of her hand on his shoulder made him tense up. She gently squeezed it to comfort him.
"Hold on, Kyle, it's going to be okay." She sound a little unsure of herself. Her swallow was clearly audible against his ear. "I'm sure...your dad's on his way. Everything will be okay when he gets here."
"Yeah." Sliding a hand up his body, he reached up to grab hers off his shoulder. "I'm sure it will be."
"There's so much blood." This time she was almost breathless. Her free hand grabbed at his shirt. "Are you sure you're okay?"
He reacted quickly, jerking his body away from her probing touch. "I'm fine!" It was true, if he ignored the painful gash in his forehead. "Just peachy, aside from this mild concussion."
She swallowed again, nodding. "Okay. I think." Liz gave his hand a stronger squeeze than the one he had given hers.
That was when it happened. Loud and ear splitting, a siren ripped through the diner's open door.
Wincing, Kyle jerked away from the noise. In his attempt to hide his ears he smacked his head against the tiles again. "Ah! Son of a bitch!" Growling, he released Liz's hand and covered his ears. "I'm going to kill that fucking idiot, whoever it is. Especially if it's my dad!"
TBC