Journal Entries
These are the canon known entries to her journal up to when she appeared to the Inn. Listed in order.
September 23, 1999
I'm Liz Parker and five days ago I died. After that, things got really weird.
...
I could feel everything he was feeling. I could feel his loneliness. For the first time I was really seeing Max Evans, I saw me as he saw me, and the amazing thing was, in his eyes, I was beautiful.
...
Max Evans has put a force on me. It's like my whole life changed in an instant. It's just so ironic that when something like this finally happened to me, it was with an alien.
September 24, 1999
It's September 24th, I'm Liz Parker and five days ago I died. But then the really amazing thing happened. I came to life.
September 27, 1999
I'm Liz Parker and I will never look at the stars in the sky the same way again. I'll never look at anything the same way again. What did Max Evans mean when he said, "I'll see you in school?" Was it "I won't be able to breathe until we meet again" or was it just something someone says to, like, fill space? And what is he thinking right now? Is he also obsessed, tortured, going through one sleepless night to the next, wondering what's going to happen between us?
...
The thing about Czechoslovakians that you sorta have to factor in, is they have these incredibly soulful eyes.
...
Ever since I found out about Max and Michael and Isabel, I've been thinking a lot about secrets. That for everyone who has a secret, there's someone else who needs to know what that secret is. How sometimes secrets keep people from feeling like they belong. And sometimes secrets make you feel like you do belong. And now even I, Liz Parker, the smallest of small town girls with the simplest of lives-- even I have something to hide.
October 1999
Listening to Topolsky I suddenly realized that it wasn't my future I was worried about at all. My future was filled with all kinds of promise, if I could just get through my present.
...
The future was always so clear to me. A straight path towards my goal. I just never counted on there being any intersections. I guess that's what makes life more interesting. Keeping yourself open, letting new people in, changing your mind.
October 19 1999
It's October 19th. I'm Liz Parker and this is what I've been thinking. Can life ever go back to normal?
...
Part of me wants safety, wants to go back to how things were, to a life that I could predict, where I know how life is going to be. And the other part of me wants to go somewhere else, into the unknown.
...
The tough thing about following your heart is what people forget to mention, that sometimes your heart takes you to places you shouldn't be, places that are as scary as they are exciting and as dangerous as they are alluring, and sometimes your heart takes you to places that can never lead to a happy ending.
And that's not even the difficult part. The difficult part is when you follow your heart, you leave normal, you go into the unknown.
And once you do, you can never go back.
(Also in included in this entry is writing on her grandmother's death)
October 1999
It's funny how the world changes sometimes, how the streets you walked your entire life seem darker, colder. How the silence isn't so quiet anymore. How eyes you've barely even noticed now look at nothing but you. How the walk home every night is no longer routine, but a victory. And then you begin to wonder...maybe it's not the world that's changed. Maybe it's just you.
And then, suddenly...you begin to wonder all over again.
October 28, 1999
I've missed a few days. But in my absence I've been thinking about some things, about life before Max Evans saved me, of how I used to pray for something to happen, something to just break the routine, you know, of school and work...something that would make a small town feel bigger, that would make a small town girl feel bigger, too. And ever since I got my wish and Max Evans patched a bullet hole 2 inches below my ribs, I realized one thing...that the bigger your world gets, the bigger your problems get, too.
November 1999
Listening to Mr. Sommers, I realized how strange it must be for Max, Isabel, and Michael not to even know their own history. And how scary it would be if anyone discovered it before they did.
November 1999
All logic is gone. Here were my plans last night - finish my shift, dinner with the parents, half hour of talking to Maria on the phone, then dive into this issue I've been having with geometry, and hopefully finish in time to watch this A&E biography on Madame Curie. Instead, I took off in an open-air vehicle that probably shouldn't be allowed on the road to begin with, broke into a house, essentially stole things from it, and engaged in general bonding with aliens. Welcome to my world.
Have you ever had a moment when you're with the one person in the world you want to be with and the wind is blowing through your hair and the song that just describes your entire soul happens to come on, and then the person that you want to be with happens to love the same song and suddenly you realize you're listening to it together? And that no matter how crazy your life has gotten there's this one moment...this perfect moment...where you could just say that no matter what happens, nothing can take this moment away from me...
And then, something does.
...
Moments. It's amazing how one can just change things so radically. How a wild horse deciding to cross the road at that exact time could be responsible for Max being discovered. I need one more moment now. One more chance to change direction, to stop something bad from turning into something worse.
December 2, 1999
It's December 2nd, 1999. I'm Liz Parker, and this heat wave has made everyone crazy.
...
Heat expands, melts, makes things boil, sets things on fire. And seeing the effect of this heat all around me just pointed out in this really blatant way how my life wasn't expanding...that I was stuck.
...
The heat wave finally broke and I'm probably the only person in Roswell who didn't benefit from it. But it's for the best. Because if Max Evans and I had given in to temptation, if we had kissed each other even once, it would have taken us somewhere we both know we never should have gone.
(Details of a party in a warehouse and being arrested included in this entry)
December 1999
There are days when everything seems wrong, when little things just irk you for no good reason. And then there are days like today when the whole world just sings to you from the minute you open your eyes in the morning, till the minute you shut them again at night, days when you actually enjoy cleaning the milk shake machine.
...
I've always been the one who comes through in the time of crisis. I do what's necessary, and I don't panic. But seeing Michael so sick and having no way of knowing what was wrong or how to help made me scared. Scared that one day something could happen to Max and I wouldn't know how to help this person who means so much to me, who means everything.
January 2000
I hate the start of a cold. That little tickle that tells you something's about to happen that you know you can't prevent, something that could be mild if you do all the right things, or could knock you off your feet if you're not careful.
...
I guess everyone has their reasons for keeping people away, an instinct to protect yourself from getting hurt. It's part of human nature. I just wish Max would understand that...that he would realize that he's not that different from us at all. Maybe then we'd have a chance.
February 20, 2000
It's February 20th. I'm Liz Parker, and lately I've been having these feelings, like I'm changing inside, and part of me doesn't want to change. Part of me always wants to be my mom's little girl. But the thing is, these feelings are strong...dangerous, undeniable. It's like I have no choice. It's like...chemical.
September 23, 1999
I'm Liz Parker and five days ago I died. After that, things got really weird.
...
I could feel everything he was feeling. I could feel his loneliness. For the first time I was really seeing Max Evans, I saw me as he saw me, and the amazing thing was, in his eyes, I was beautiful.
...
Max Evans has put a force on me. It's like my whole life changed in an instant. It's just so ironic that when something like this finally happened to me, it was with an alien.
September 24, 1999
It's September 24th, I'm Liz Parker and five days ago I died. But then the really amazing thing happened. I came to life.
September 27, 1999
I'm Liz Parker and I will never look at the stars in the sky the same way again. I'll never look at anything the same way again. What did Max Evans mean when he said, "I'll see you in school?" Was it "I won't be able to breathe until we meet again" or was it just something someone says to, like, fill space? And what is he thinking right now? Is he also obsessed, tortured, going through one sleepless night to the next, wondering what's going to happen between us?
...
The thing about Czechoslovakians that you sorta have to factor in, is they have these incredibly soulful eyes.
...
Ever since I found out about Max and Michael and Isabel, I've been thinking a lot about secrets. That for everyone who has a secret, there's someone else who needs to know what that secret is. How sometimes secrets keep people from feeling like they belong. And sometimes secrets make you feel like you do belong. And now even I, Liz Parker, the smallest of small town girls with the simplest of lives-- even I have something to hide.
October 1999
Listening to Topolsky I suddenly realized that it wasn't my future I was worried about at all. My future was filled with all kinds of promise, if I could just get through my present.
...
The future was always so clear to me. A straight path towards my goal. I just never counted on there being any intersections. I guess that's what makes life more interesting. Keeping yourself open, letting new people in, changing your mind.
October 19 1999
It's October 19th. I'm Liz Parker and this is what I've been thinking. Can life ever go back to normal?
...
Part of me wants safety, wants to go back to how things were, to a life that I could predict, where I know how life is going to be. And the other part of me wants to go somewhere else, into the unknown.
...
The tough thing about following your heart is what people forget to mention, that sometimes your heart takes you to places you shouldn't be, places that are as scary as they are exciting and as dangerous as they are alluring, and sometimes your heart takes you to places that can never lead to a happy ending.
And that's not even the difficult part. The difficult part is when you follow your heart, you leave normal, you go into the unknown.
And once you do, you can never go back.
(Also in included in this entry is writing on her grandmother's death)
October 1999
It's funny how the world changes sometimes, how the streets you walked your entire life seem darker, colder. How the silence isn't so quiet anymore. How eyes you've barely even noticed now look at nothing but you. How the walk home every night is no longer routine, but a victory. And then you begin to wonder...maybe it's not the world that's changed. Maybe it's just you.
And then, suddenly...you begin to wonder all over again.
October 28, 1999
I've missed a few days. But in my absence I've been thinking about some things, about life before Max Evans saved me, of how I used to pray for something to happen, something to just break the routine, you know, of school and work...something that would make a small town feel bigger, that would make a small town girl feel bigger, too. And ever since I got my wish and Max Evans patched a bullet hole 2 inches below my ribs, I realized one thing...that the bigger your world gets, the bigger your problems get, too.
November 1999
Listening to Mr. Sommers, I realized how strange it must be for Max, Isabel, and Michael not to even know their own history. And how scary it would be if anyone discovered it before they did.
November 1999
All logic is gone. Here were my plans last night - finish my shift, dinner with the parents, half hour of talking to Maria on the phone, then dive into this issue I've been having with geometry, and hopefully finish in time to watch this A&E biography on Madame Curie. Instead, I took off in an open-air vehicle that probably shouldn't be allowed on the road to begin with, broke into a house, essentially stole things from it, and engaged in general bonding with aliens. Welcome to my world.
Have you ever had a moment when you're with the one person in the world you want to be with and the wind is blowing through your hair and the song that just describes your entire soul happens to come on, and then the person that you want to be with happens to love the same song and suddenly you realize you're listening to it together? And that no matter how crazy your life has gotten there's this one moment...this perfect moment...where you could just say that no matter what happens, nothing can take this moment away from me...
And then, something does.
...
Moments. It's amazing how one can just change things so radically. How a wild horse deciding to cross the road at that exact time could be responsible for Max being discovered. I need one more moment now. One more chance to change direction, to stop something bad from turning into something worse.
December 2, 1999
It's December 2nd, 1999. I'm Liz Parker, and this heat wave has made everyone crazy.
...
Heat expands, melts, makes things boil, sets things on fire. And seeing the effect of this heat all around me just pointed out in this really blatant way how my life wasn't expanding...that I was stuck.
...
The heat wave finally broke and I'm probably the only person in Roswell who didn't benefit from it. But it's for the best. Because if Max Evans and I had given in to temptation, if we had kissed each other even once, it would have taken us somewhere we both know we never should have gone.
(Details of a party in a warehouse and being arrested included in this entry)
December 1999
There are days when everything seems wrong, when little things just irk you for no good reason. And then there are days like today when the whole world just sings to you from the minute you open your eyes in the morning, till the minute you shut them again at night, days when you actually enjoy cleaning the milk shake machine.
...
I've always been the one who comes through in the time of crisis. I do what's necessary, and I don't panic. But seeing Michael so sick and having no way of knowing what was wrong or how to help made me scared. Scared that one day something could happen to Max and I wouldn't know how to help this person who means so much to me, who means everything.
January 2000
I hate the start of a cold. That little tickle that tells you something's about to happen that you know you can't prevent, something that could be mild if you do all the right things, or could knock you off your feet if you're not careful.
...
I guess everyone has their reasons for keeping people away, an instinct to protect yourself from getting hurt. It's part of human nature. I just wish Max would understand that...that he would realize that he's not that different from us at all. Maybe then we'd have a chance.
February 20, 2000
It's February 20th. I'm Liz Parker, and lately I've been having these feelings, like I'm changing inside, and part of me doesn't want to change. Part of me always wants to be my mom's little girl. But the thing is, these feelings are strong...dangerous, undeniable. It's like I have no choice. It's like...chemical.
Dreams of Normalacy
Ned was excited. He could not believe that he and Peter got into the same university and had some of the same classes together! This was going to be the best and so far on campus neither of them had run into Flash, so he was sort of hoping Flash got into some other university other than MIT and neither of them would have to worry about the bully ever again. Of course, Ned sometimes thought about how if Flash wasn't there to bully them, who would take his place? Like Flash was some sort of Hydra creature and they were two nerdy versions of Hercules... well, Peter was definitely like Hercules. Ned just held the equipment or something.
"Dude, do you think the professor's going to be hard?" Ned slipped into a seat in the big lecture hall. They were early, but it felt safer than being late on your first day to theoretical physics class.
"Dude, do you think the professor's going to be hard?" Ned slipped into a seat in the big lecture hall. They were early, but it felt safer than being late on your first day to theoretical physics class.
We need to talk - Peter
Liz walked up to Peter's door with a bag filled with food for lunch including sandwiches, chips, some fruit, and brownies for dessert. They had planned this before, but now she had another reason to sit down with Peter and talk.
She took a breath and knocked. She was a little early, so she hoped she wasn't interrupting anything
She took a breath and knocked. She was a little early, so she hoped she wasn't interrupting anything
Do some studies (Tag Tony)
Liz had a small vial of her own blood she had taken from the infirmary. It reminded her of when she had to take blood from Alex to switch with Max's at the hospital. It seemed like a really long time ago now and Alex... well, Alex was dead.
She pushed the thought away as she rounded toward Mr. Stark's room. She knew he mostly used it for work and she hoped he was working today. She also hoped he would be willing to run some basic tests on her blood.
Liz paused outside his door, then knocked. She briefly wondered if Peter told him what had happened to her. She also wondered if Mr. Stark was aware of how they hadn't been kissing for practically two months and now they were again.
She pushed the thought away as she rounded toward Mr. Stark's room. She knew he mostly used it for work and she hoped he was working today. She also hoped he would be willing to run some basic tests on her blood.
Liz paused outside his door, then knocked. She briefly wondered if Peter told him what had happened to her. She also wondered if Mr. Stark was aware of how they hadn't been kissing for practically two months and now they were again.
Wednesday Jan 23
Liz felt like she was behind which was silly considering she wasn't in actual school and there were no state-wide exams or anything else which would require her to keep up with her studies at regular pace. Still, it bothered Liz that for almost two weeks now her classes and everything had been at a virtual stand still.
She was thankful for getting some notes from Peter and that he promised to help her study. She sat up on the bed, back against the headboard and knees up with her book open. "Do you like having Ned in Kitty's classes now?" She wondered if it was a nice reminder of home or a painful one.
She was thankful for getting some notes from Peter and that he promised to help her study. She sat up on the bed, back against the headboard and knees up with her book open. "Do you like having Ned in Kitty's classes now?" She wondered if it was a nice reminder of home or a painful one.
Liz and Maria
"Okay, so, let me get this straight," Maria said as she sat on Liz bed whole braiding her best friend's hair. "Something really big happened over Christmas to Peter and that's why he's been miserable?"
Liz nodded just a little, cognizant of the fact Maria was braiding her hair. "It's a little more complicated than that, but, yeah." She was grateful that her friend was not pushing the question as to what had happened. She didn't think it was her place to say.
"But Liz," she continued. "No kissing? I know you. That's like, a big thing for you."
"You make me sound like some weird kissing machine or something."
"What I mean is, that's how you express your affection." She said "what do you guys even do? Just hug it out a lot?"
She flushed, mostly because it was just a strange thing to imagine. "It's okay Maria, really. We're doing okay."
"Good." She said, then carefully added, "but you can't maintain that forever."
Maria knew that Liz, at the very least, wanted children someday.
"I know... and I don't think it'll be forever. I just think... I think right now he needs to get comfortable with what happened and then, you know..." She hope so anyways. "Can we talk about something else?"
Maria continued to braid Liz's hair. She was almost done.
"Alright." She agreed. "But only if you promise you're okay."
"Promise." She smiled a little, even thought she wasn't facing Maria's direction, and lifted her hand to hold out her pinky.
Maria pinky-swore with Liz.
"Alright fine," She said. "Let's talk about something else."
Liz nodded just a little, cognizant of the fact Maria was braiding her hair. "It's a little more complicated than that, but, yeah." She was grateful that her friend was not pushing the question as to what had happened. She didn't think it was her place to say.
"But Liz," she continued. "No kissing? I know you. That's like, a big thing for you."
"You make me sound like some weird kissing machine or something."
"What I mean is, that's how you express your affection." She said "what do you guys even do? Just hug it out a lot?"
She flushed, mostly because it was just a strange thing to imagine. "It's okay Maria, really. We're doing okay."
"Good." She said, then carefully added, "but you can't maintain that forever."
Maria knew that Liz, at the very least, wanted children someday.
"I know... and I don't think it'll be forever. I just think... I think right now he needs to get comfortable with what happened and then, you know..." She hope so anyways. "Can we talk about something else?"
Maria continued to braid Liz's hair. She was almost done.
"Alright." She agreed. "But only if you promise you're okay."
"Promise." She smiled a little, even thought she wasn't facing Maria's direction, and lifted her hand to hold out her pinky.
Maria pinky-swore with Liz.
"Alright fine," She said. "Let's talk about something else."
Dogs and drawings (tag Tony)
Liz wasn't feeling well. It came and went and some days were better than others, but there was always some faint feeling of unwell lately. It must have been the flu, she decided and stress. Maybe also it didn't help she was having trouble not being as affectionate as she wanted to be with Peter and while she respected his will not to be kissed, she still missed it.
Currently she sat outside her room, though the door was open. She had out her sketchbook - it had been a while since he used it - and she was attempting to sketch the vase with flowers across the hall. She was distracted a lot though and currently she paused, staring out at the wall lost in thought
Currently she sat outside her room, though the door was open. She had out her sketchbook - it had been a while since he used it - and she was attempting to sketch the vase with flowers across the hall. She was distracted a lot though and currently she paused, staring out at the wall lost in thought
Rock Bottom (tag Peter)
When Liz managed to make it up to Peter's room - and it had been a bit of a struggle - she was distraught to learn he wasn't there. Thankfully she remembered Mr. Stark was supposed to talk to him, according to Thor, so she slowly made her way to Mr. Stark's room.
She pressed her lips together and silently prayed he was here. She knocked and the stood, trying to stay standing up while dealing with an undercurrent of nausea. Liz was a little pale. Her eyes looked tired too.
She pressed her lips together and silently prayed he was here. She knocked and the stood, trying to stay standing up while dealing with an undercurrent of nausea. Liz was a little pale. Her eyes looked tired too.
Xmas Gifts for All
My brain is fried a bit, so if my character is friends with yours, please feel free to handwave they got something for yours
Liz
Peter - A smart watch that also communicates with Karen (handmade by her with supervision by Tony Stark)
Thor - handmade hat
Tony - handmade hat but black, not red.
Loki - She would have made him this glass globe thing (using science!) that charted Earth stars (based from Roswell) and when you light it up in a dark room, it goes everywhere. (She'd preface this with 'I know you can probably do this yourself, but -')
Miguel - Music sheets for him to write on and some cookies
Maria - Some unique shades of nail polish she mixed together herself.
Alec
**Alec would be pretty awkward about most of this - this is the first Christmas he's actually celebrated**
Peter - motion-sensor web claymores
Clarice - A pendant necklace made of metal he shaped himself (shaped like Calypso)
Corbie - Some spools of thread in some different colours without any explanation (but he definitely did find some mountain sheep, sheer them, and turn them into thread. He will never admit this though)
Thor - Homemade moonshine that might help create a buzz better than the top shelf stuff at the inn.
Mary
Sam - A book on ancient, but lesser know lore she picked up in Europe and kept all this time because she's a mom and thinks ahead.
Dean - 5 different kinds of pie
River - Handmade leg warmers (of whatever colour River would like)
Hathaway - A book of Sherlock Holmes, but also the promise of an eventful night with her wearing only a ribbon.
Ned
Peter - A computer video game he coded. It's a text adventure, but it's pretty detailed and there's 3 endings!
Moana - he'd make her more cookies and be super awkward when giving it to her
Bo
Sam - Apart from some sexy fun times of inventiveness, Bo would have gotten Sam a new leather-bound journal
Molly - Apart from some sexy fun times of inventiveness, Bo would have promised a spa day (with Mary's help)
Dyson - Joke gift of boxers with wolves on them. And then something useful and related to his tanning/hunting at the inn
Loki -
Liz
Peter - A smart watch that also communicates with Karen (handmade by her with supervision by Tony Stark)
Thor - handmade hat
Tony - handmade hat but black, not red.
Loki - She would have made him this glass globe thing (using science!) that charted Earth stars (based from Roswell) and when you light it up in a dark room, it goes everywhere. (She'd preface this with 'I know you can probably do this yourself, but -')
Miguel - Music sheets for him to write on and some cookies
Maria - Some unique shades of nail polish she mixed together herself.
Alec
**Alec would be pretty awkward about most of this - this is the first Christmas he's actually celebrated**
Peter - motion-sensor web claymores
Clarice - A pendant necklace made of metal he shaped himself (shaped like Calypso)
Corbie - Some spools of thread in some different colours without any explanation (but he definitely did find some mountain sheep, sheer them, and turn them into thread. He will never admit this though)
Thor - Homemade moonshine that might help create a buzz better than the top shelf stuff at the inn.
Mary
Sam - A book on ancient, but lesser know lore she picked up in Europe and kept all this time because she's a mom and thinks ahead.
Dean - 5 different kinds of pie
River - Handmade leg warmers (of whatever colour River would like)
Hathaway - A book of Sherlock Holmes, but also the promise of an eventful night with her wearing only a ribbon.
Ned
Peter - A computer video game he coded. It's a text adventure, but it's pretty detailed and there's 3 endings!
Moana - he'd make her more cookies and be super awkward when giving it to her
Bo
Sam - Apart from some sexy fun times of inventiveness, Bo would have gotten Sam a new leather-bound journal
Molly - Apart from some sexy fun times of inventiveness, Bo would have promised a spa day (with Mary's help)
Dyson - Joke gift of boxers with wolves on them. And then something useful and related to his tanning/hunting at the inn
Loki -
Surprise - Peter and Liz
Liz wasn't sure if Peter was going to actually like the surprise she had in mind for him, but she had finished it a few days ago and she was proud of it. Liz was pretty sure he'd like it, but there was always a chance. She hoped now, after a couple of weeks the awkwardness that had been the 'therapy session' with Annie and Mr. Stark, Peter might be in the right sort of mood for it.
She sat on her bed, going over some chemistry homework idly as she waited for Peter to show up.
She sat on her bed, going over some chemistry homework idly as she waited for Peter to show up.
Thor, the date-whisperer
Maria was feeling under the weather and so could not help with Liz's current dilemma. When she had left her room to go to the boutique for a new dress, she was thankful to have run into Thor. When she explained she had a date - a more romantic one than usual - and she felt like she had literally nothing to wear, Thor had said he would help her be date-ready in no time.
Liz's big problem was that she felt like Peter had seen all of her wardrobe at least five times and she wanted to 'wow' him. It might have been silly - they had been dating for almost a year now - but she still did.
She dumped the various new dresses from the boutique than had been in her size onto the bed. "Okay... one of these has to look nice, right?"
Liz's big problem was that she felt like Peter had seen all of her wardrobe at least five times and she wanted to 'wow' him. It might have been silly - they had been dating for almost a year now - but she still did.
She dumped the various new dresses from the boutique than had been in her size onto the bed. "Okay... one of these has to look nice, right?"
(backdated) A talk - Peter
Liz hardly used to phone she got in Europe, but she did use it for pictures. She understood why comparatively her flip phone was not as good because you had access to all sorts of memories in one place. Currently she was sitting on her bed flipping through pictures of her and Peter I Europe and at the inn, resisting the urge to lean over and send him a message over the journal. When he was ready, he would come find her... right?
On the table was the drawing Piotr had made for her - she and Peter in New York looking happy and holding hands. It lay face up on the table as Liz hadn't decided to put it up yet or not. It was a complicated choice.
She sighed and flopped onto her back, looking up at the ceiling. Things always seemed so complicated.
Maybe she should go find Maria.
On the table was the drawing Piotr had made for her - she and Peter in New York looking happy and holding hands. It lay face up on the table as Liz hadn't decided to put it up yet or not. It was a complicated choice.
She sighed and flopped onto her back, looking up at the ceiling. Things always seemed so complicated.
Maybe she should go find Maria.
Late Night Knocking - Peter
Liz had ended up going out to the spot she had shown Peter months ago and she just sat and thought and cried and repeated. When she finally made it back to the inn, she took a long shower and tried to sleep, but as the night waned on and she continued to toss and turn, Liz found herself in PJ bottoms, Peter's back-up shirt he kept at her place, and his hoodie. She hovered outside his room door wondering if he was asleep. Wondering if she should knock. Wondering.
After a moment, she knocked softly.
After a moment, she knocked softly.
Consequences & Tough Choices (Peter)
Liz laid there numbly on her bed over the covers looking out at the wall. She had cried herself out and now she just felt tired and stupid. She hadn't been able to look at Peter in the face, but she knew the words she said to him were things she should have never said. She didn't mean any of it, of course, but it felt like she needed to say it. She didn't want to be the wedge between Peter and potentially his daughter.
She stared at the journal from across the room, feeling the urge to reach out to Peter, but she can't muster it. She didn't want to face the damage she created, even though it was all probably for the best.
She stared at the journal from across the room, feeling the urge to reach out to Peter, but she can't muster it. She didn't want to face the damage she created, even though it was all probably for the best.
Old Habits Die Hard (Loki)
By the time Liz reached her room, she felt dizzy. It took her three tries to open the door before she got it to work properly and when she was over the threshold, she suddenly sobbed loud. Back pressed against the door, her feet slid out from under her and she ended up on the ground, crying - the sort of cry that involved your whole body.
She didn't want Peter to have to break Annie's heart. It wasn't fair to either of them for them to be here and have to deal with complications, so clearly it would be better if Annie could just spend time with Peter and Peter wouldn't have to skirt around the issue with Annie.
This was for the best, even if she felt like her world had been hollowed out.
She didn't want Peter to have to break Annie's heart. It wasn't fair to either of them for them to be here and have to deal with complications, so clearly it would be better if Annie could just spend time with Peter and Peter wouldn't have to skirt around the issue with Annie.
This was for the best, even if she felt like her world had been hollowed out.
Aftermath (Peter)
She had been told to rest, and so she did, but she couldn't fall asleep. There were too many thoughts. Too much guilt. She felt stupid and silly - so she finally got up. She messaged Peter that she would like to see him and then she found herself pulling out her Crashdown uniform.
She pulled on the uniform and looked in the mirror. She even put on the headband with bobbing alien attenas.
This was who she was. Liz Parker. She should probably just stop fooling herself.
She pulled on the uniform and looked in the mirror. She even put on the headband with bobbing alien attenas.
This was who she was. Liz Parker. She should probably just stop fooling herself.
Text: private to Peter Parker
I'm sitting here supposed to be writing a paper on native medicial plants around the Madonna Inn, but all I want to do is talk to you.
Is this what it feels like to be in class and have a smart phone?
Is this what it feels like to be in class and have a smart phone?
Time to Leave - Peter
Venice was beautiful. She was glad they had managed to get to it as it near the recommended time the Inn's "travel agents" had told them to take before heading back 'home'.
She was standing in the middle of one of the squares that overlooked a large, old, beautiful church. She was waiting for Peter to bring back some gelato before they headed to the train. It felt... Bittersweet. This other world felt almost like home. The space and the diversity really helped Liz to relax. Spending time with Peter here, too, helped make things feel... Right.
She adjusted her pack on her shoulder as she waited.
She was standing in the middle of one of the squares that overlooked a large, old, beautiful church. She was waiting for Peter to bring back some gelato before they headed to the train. It felt... Bittersweet. This other world felt almost like home. The space and the diversity really helped Liz to relax. Spending time with Peter here, too, helped make things feel... Right.
She adjusted her pack on her shoulder as she waited.