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Category: A little bit of everything, and maybe even a little Kyle/Tess pairing. All Conventional Couples!
Teaser (Summary): Liz finally accepts the “destiny” concept, and fulfills one of her own.
Timeline: Takes place somewhere in the middle of season two, probably a few weeks after End of the World.
Rating: PG-13 for future suicidal reference.
Author’s Note: I’m going through “the black hole” and this is pretty much a dark fic, as dark as I can muster. I want to make this clear to everyone. I’m no fan of M/T and this fic won’t end up as M/T in any way so just rest assure. I need tons of feedback please, good or bad, I still would like you to write it down.
Email: darkwitch028@hotmail.com
Title: Fading to Darkness

Part 1

Liz sat there on her bed, staring at the black spot on the wall. She fingers the blade lightly, rhythmically if possible. All she could think about was the fact that Max and Tess was destined to be together. Destiny. How she despised that word. It was destiny that snatched her Max away from her. It was destiny that ruined her once near perfect life. It was destiny she had learned to hate.

But that was all in the past. She also learned to forgive and forget. It wasn’t their fault that they were the Royal Four. They didn’t ask to be. It wasn’t by choice.

She sighed. How did her life ever get screwed up majority like this? Max was the best thing that ever happened to her, but now, it seems to be almost a bad thing. Her mind’s too full of worries for everyone. She feels like she’s suffocating. She needed to find a way out before her air supply gets cut. But where can she go?

Spying her Eager Allen Poe poetry book in the corner of her bookshelf, she suddenly felt inspired to write. Grabbing a clean sheet of line paper from her binder, she sat herself down on desk and attacked the paper with a string of words. She placed the glittering blade in her drawer and whispered to it, “later.”

As she came to a near end of the poem, there was a bang and Maria came barging into her room.

“Babe,” exclaimed Maria, “everyone’s downstairs waiting.”

“Waiting for what?” confusion took over Liz’s mind. She couldn’t remember what was so important about that particular day.

Maria rolled her eyes at her forgetfulness. “Alex wanted us to have a picnic together today. You should remember; you were the first one to agree with him.” She pointed out.

The fog clouding her mind faded temporarily, allowing her catch a glimpse of the agreement made three days ago. “I’ll be right now, I just need to finish this first.”

Not hearing Maria’s response, Liz returned to her writing. Just as she added the period and mentally declared it THE END, Maria jerked her out from the desk and out the door. On the way out, Liz didn’t notice that her window was open, nor the fact that the gentle breeze had lifted the paper off of the desk and blew it onto the floor.

“Maria,” Liz said calmly, “you’re going to rip my new blouse.”

Maria’s eyes widened at the little rip beginning to form at the sleeve of Liz’s pink blouse. “Oh, I’m so sorry girl! I’ll buy you a new one, I promise.”

Liz laughed, but it sounded hallow to her. “Don’t worry about it. Today’s all about having fun right? Then let’s have fun!”

They walked down the stairs and saw everyone there, Max, Isabel, Michael, Tess, Alex, and even Kyle.

“We have arrived!” Maria proudly told the group, “let’s get the show on the road.”

“What took you two so long,” grumbled Michael as he trotted to the door.

Maria frowned and then stuck out her leg, intercepting Michael’s path. He went down with an OOF! Michael quickly got up at the sound of laughter and glared at Maria who just shrugged and sauntered pass him. Michael went close behind her, muttering obscenities at the blonde in front of him all the way to her Jetta. Liz hung back uncomfortably for some strange reason. Max noticed this and told Tess and Kyle that he would be with them shortly. He didn’t receive an answer from both of them; they were too absorbed in their argument over which baseball team was the greatest.

“Hey,” Max greeted the brunette awkwardly, “so, how have you’ve been?”

Liz swallowed down the lump down her throat and tried hard to find reply, “I’m… fine.”

Max snuck a peek from the corner of his eyes. She didn’t look fine to him. There were dark rings under her eyes and her skin looks paler than usual. But what really gave her “fine” health was the fact that she was glassy-eyed. He willed her to look at him straight in the eye, but she refused to do so.

“Liz! Max!” Isabel shouted from outside, “are you guys done making gooey-eyes at each other yet?”

Max blushed but Liz didn’t even bat an eye; her facial expression remained motionless. Maria flagged her over, and Max watched with a torn heart as Liz climbed into the Jetta without looking back at him once.

“Max!” Isabel yelled again in annoyance.

Shaking himself mentally and tearing his eyes off of Liz’s back, he jogged over to his sister and got into the jeep.