I do not own Roswell or anything affiliated to it. This is a fan fiction story meant only for the enjoyment of myself and other Roswell fans.

Title: Doomed

Genre: Science Fiction, Romance, Fantasy

Setting: This story is set directly after the season two finale of Roswell

Rating: K+ (According to new ratings), for violence

Written By: Jennifer S. a.k.a. AssissinElektra

Author's Note: Okay, so here's the final chapter to Doomed. I hope you all enjoyed reading it as much as I did writing it! Please post your reviews and let me know what you thought!

Chapter 13

Tears poured softly down Liz Parker's cheeks as she looked out at the highway. She watched the cars pass by under the stormy sky and was suddenly very jealous of every person she saw. They would get to live normal lives, they would never have to fear that if they said something…did something even, that someone else would die. They would never have to worry about the safety of the last few surviving beings of an alien race. They would be able to live under the illusion of life.

"Because it was you." Liz heard Max's voice clearly in her head. He had told her that when she had asked why he'd risked his life to save hers.

The tears slipped down her face rapidly, and Liz shuddered at the clap of thunder that sounded in the distance. The air was electric, the way it gets before a storm, and the hairs on Liz's arms were standing up.

"I'm not going to say I understand, because I don't." Liz jumped at the sound of Chris's voice and looked at him. "I followed you, Liz."

"Why?" She asked, coldly.

"Because I was worried about you." He answered.

"You don't even really know me, Chris." Liz told him, knowing that if he did know everything about her he probably wouldn't have stuck around at all. "You have no idea who I really am."

"Sure I do." Chris said. "You're a lost, lonely, hurt girl." He told her, and Liz's tears started again. "I've seen it before. A girl falls in love then gets her heart broken and is never the same again. They come into the shop all the time."

"Is that why you started talking to me to begin with?" Liz asked accusingly.

"Well, yeah, but then I realized that there was more to it with you." Liz became nervous, afraid that Chris suspected something. "You're more complicated than that, Liz. When you get attached to someone, you really get attached." He sighed. "So, who's Max?"

"What?" Liz was surprised that he knew Max's name.

"You mentioned him when your skin shot off sparks, then you ran away." He reminded her.

"Oh yeah." She said, wishing she hadn't said Max's name. "Um, Max is…" She looked out at the passing cars, glancing at one that looked oddly familiar, "in that car down there!" She said, jumping to her feet and pointing to the car he was driving.

"What?" Chris asked.

Max glanced up and his eyes met Liz's and that hurt look, the look of utter desperation and hopeless hope ripped through Liz's heart. "Max, what are you doing here?" She whispered, not surprised at all when he pulled off of the freeway and pulled over where she was standing.

Once he was out of the car, standing a few feet away from her, they didn't say anything. They just stared at each other, Max not wanting to move for fear of scaring Liz away.

Finally, he found himself able to whisper her name. "Liz."

"Why are you here Max?" She asked, almost sounding irritated. But the tears in her eyes were not of irritation or anger, she was surprised to find that they were in fact from relief. She was relieved that Max was there, that he had followed her from miles away, just left his home to find her.

"I came to…" Max glanced at Chris, and Liz looked at the ground.

"This is Chris." Liz said, motioning toward him. Chris waved, and Max nodded, then turned his attention back to Liz. He took a step towards her, but she backed away. "Stop!" She snapped. "Don't get close to me, Max! I don't want us to get hurt again."

"The only reason I'm hurting right now, Liz is because you're not in my arms!" Max replied, and it hit one of Liz's nerves because she felt the same way. But how could she get back with Max? How could she compromise the safety of the world just to indulge on her own feelings? It was selfish! If she got back with Max it would ruin things years later.

"I need you to help me fall out of love with you."

She thought for a moment, glanced at Chris, then took a step towards Max. He didn't move, afraid that if he did she'd stop walking towards him. Carefully, Liz held out a shaky hand, wondering if her theory—the one she had just come up with—was true or not.

Max reached for her hand and clasped his around it. No sparks. Liz smiled at Max through her tears. "How did you…?" He paused, unable to finish his question.

"We weren't being honest with each other, Max." Liz said, and he looked confused. "You about Tess, and me about that night with Kyle. But I've decided that I'm ready to be honest." She told him. "After these last few days out of Roswell I've come to realize that you're as much a part of me as my soul. Sometimes I think you are my soul, Max."

"Then you'll come back with me?" He asked, his voice hopeful.

Liz looked at the ground. "Let me tell you everything first. And then we can leave."

"Liz, I thought that…" Chris stopped talking as Liz glanced at him.

"Thank you for letting me stay with you." Liz said. "You helped me realize that I truly missed what I didn't have." She said, turning her gaze back to a happy Max. He had tears in his eyes that was how happy he was.

"So, Max, let me tell you how you visited me that night…" Liz said, as they started walking towards Max's car. And that was when she told him everything. Life wasn't going to be perfect, there would still be problems between them, but the difference now was that Liz was willing to work them out rather than run away from them.

And Alex and Isabelle? They got their fairytale ending, and the others did see them again. A month later, at their wedding.

The End