Roswell High - The Seeker Part 14

Tears streamed down Maria's face. This had to work. What she had felt that night in the cave, the night Max had formed a connection between them, was the most powerful experience of her life. Stronger and deeper than anything she'd felt using the Stone. If the force of the group connection wasn't enough to save Michael, then it was over. He was dead.

"Come on, Michael. Come back to us," Max cried.

"Don't you dare walk away from me," Isabel added.

"I love you, Michael," Maria whispered.

They waited.

"Concentrate, everyone," Maria begged her friends.

She could feel Max's death grip on her left hand, and Isabel's nails digging into her right hand.

Slowy, slowly, a new color appeared, mixed with the bands of blue, green, orange, purple, amber, and white. The brick red of Michael's aura. It grew brighter and brighter until it soaked the room, throwing red light on everything.

Michael opened his eyes. "Can't you get along for one second without me?" he mumbled.

"Are you sure this is safe?" Maria asked. She kept a tight grip on Michael's hand. She didn't think she'd ever let go.

"It's the only way," Ray replied. "I don't want to put it back out in the world where some other innocent human might find it. And nothing on this planet could destroy it. If I keep the Stone here, it will be safe."

"You won't use it?" Michael pressed. "I don't want my 'death' to go to waste. Those bounty hunters were nasty."

"I'll never use it," Ray promised. "How about another Lime Warp?"

"I'd love one," Michael said.

When Ray headed into the kitchen, Maria turned to Michael. "Are you sure you're okay? You didn't really tell us what happened."

Michael's beautiful eyes took on a pained expression. "I don't want to talk about it," he murmured. "They killed me, I know it. I was dead. I don't know how you saved me."

Isabel took Michael's other hand and smiled at Maria. "Teamwork," she said gently. "Turns out we all need powers."

"No," Maria corrected her. "We all need each other."

"That was pretty intense," Liz commented to Max as they started down the stairs to the parking lot. "I have to say, my life's gotten a lot more exciting since we became . . . friends."

Max winced. "Maybe we should stay away from each other completely," he said. "Even being friends might be too-"

"Stop." Liz grabbed him by the arm and pulled him around to face her. "Don't even say that. Didn't you feel what happened in there? Do you think that would have happened with just any group of people? There's something special between us . . . between all of us. You can't throw it away."

Max stared down into her eyes for a long moment. "You're right." He slipped his arms around her, pulling her against him.

Liz leaned into the embrace, resting her cheek on his chest. Even if they were just friends, she could stay like this forever. Just holding Max, feeling his heart beat.

His heart . . . it didn't sound right. Didn't sound strong.

Max's arms dropped away from her. Liz watched, terrified, as his eyes rolled up into his head. He slumped to the ground.

"Max?" she cried. "Max!"