Melinda Metz - The Watcher

"I don't think… I think he's still with us," Liz exclaimed.

"Max, don't go into the light," Alex yelled.

Joking as usual. But Liz could hear the raw emotion in his voice.

"Max, we need you," Maria called. "You can't go yet."

Liz heard the squeal of tires outside the house. A second later the front door banged open.

"They're here! Did you hear that? They're back!" She checked his pupils again. This time there was no response. Liz felt as if her body had turned to seawater, heavy and cold.

"I've got them!" Isabel shouted as she exploded into the room.

"I… think it might be too late," Liz answered. She pressed her hand to Max's chest. She couldn't feel his heart beating.

"Try it, anyway," Alex demanded.

Isabel pulled the crystals out of her pockets and placed them in her brother's hand. She curled his fingers, tight around them, keeping them closed with her own.

"You've got to connect to the consciousness, Max," Isabel told him.

"Please, Max," Liz begged. "You can't die on me now that you finally agreed we don't have to be just friends anymore."

Without realizing it, the entire crew had huddled together at Max's bedside to support him. Maria felt Isabel's hand on her shoulder and looked up. Isabel's face was drained.

"Don't worry, Izzy. Max is gonna make it," Maria whispered. "You brought the crystals… and now he's gonna be all right."

Isabel looked straight at Maria, her eyes wide, and exhaled.

"I hope you're right. Because Valenti's got Michael," she said.

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Max took a deep breath and focused on making the connection he would need to heal the gash. Instead of the rush of images from Liz that he expected, he got the same one again and again-the image of him with his eyes rolled back in his head.

Why wasn't it working? Why wasn't he in? Max took another breath. Think of Liz, he told himself. But he only got the same sickening image.

Liz eased his hand away from hers. "It's okay. It's no big deal. Do you have a handkerchief or something? We can just make a bandage."

Max ripped the bottom off his T-shirt and carefully wrapped it across her palm. "Will you be okay to drive?" he asked.

"Yeah." She slid back behind the wheel and pulled back onto the highway. The desert around them felt much darker and dangerous now, now that he knew he no longer had his powers.

[ Version History]

1.0 – scanned, formatted, and spell-checked from mass-market paperback. ISBN: 0-671-77463-8.

2.0 – July 12, 2004 – The_Ghiti – proofed in detail against deadtree format.