Melinda Metz - The Wild One

"I thought about calling you," Liz said. "But I didn't because I didn't think there was anything you could do. You or any of us."

Max dropped his head into his hands. He didn't need anyone to call him. He'd felt power being used last night. Why hadn't he kept Isabel away from Nikolas? He should have tied her to a chair if he had to.

Yeah, like that was a real option. But there must be something he could have done, some way of-

Liz reached out and took his hand. "You look just like my papa when he's thinking about my sister. He stares into space, and I can practically hear him thinking, 'What if, what if, what if.' Don't start blaming yourself, Max. It's a waste of time."

She was right. It was a waste of time. He should be figuring out what to do now . He scrubbed his face with his fingers. Okay. First thing he had to do was warn Isabel about Valenti.

"I'll be right back," he told Liz. He stood up so fast, he knocked over his chair. He left it lying there and searched through the museum for Ray. He found him dusting some fossils in the exhibit that illustrated how man really evolved from aliens and not from primates.

"Uh, Ray, I have sort of a family emergency. I know I just took a break, but I need to leave. I'll come back. I'll work late. You don't have to pay me or-"

"Go," Ray said. "And let me know if there's anything I can do."

"Thanks." Max trotted back to the coffee shop. "Let's go find Isabel," he said to Liz. They rushed out to his Jeep. "I guess we'll just try my house first. If she's not there, maybe Michael, Maria, and Alex will help us look."

"Of course they will," Liz answered.

He pulled out of the parking lot. He wanted to floor it, but he forced himself to drive at the speed limit. Getting stopped by Valenti right now would not be a smart thing to do.

It was only a couple of miles to his house, but it felt like hours before he turned onto the street.

"She's there," Liz said. "I can see Nikolas's motorcycle in your driveway."

Max checked for his parents' car. It wasn't there. Good. He pulled up in front of the house, leaped out of the Jeep, and strode across the front lawn. Liz was right beside him. He was glad she was here. He knew he shouldn't be. But he was.

"Isabel," he yelled as soon as he was through the front door.

"I'm right here," she answered from the living room. "What's your problem?"

He rushed down the hall and saw Isabel and Nikolas on the couch. She was practically sitting on his lap, and her lips looked all swollen. Obviously he'd interrupted a major make-out session. He didn't even want to think about Nikolas touching his sister.

"Congratulations, Nikolas," he spat. "You've been back in town, what, a few weeks? And you've already got Valenti coming after you."

"What?" Isabel cried.

"He asked me a bunch of questions," Liz said. "He knows I have some kind of connection to the aliens he's looking for. He just can't prove it."

"Are you okay?" Isabel began.

"Don't you have anything to say?" Max interrupted. He locked gazes with Nikolas.

"I told you I'm not worried about Valenti," Nikolas answered.

"I guess you weren't worried about that security guard at the bowling alley, either. The one you knocked unconscious," Max said. He turned back to Isabel. "How could you let him use his power like that? You know we never use the power to do harm."

"Hey, she didn't let me do anything," Nikolas said, anger creeping into his voice. "And you may have a lot of rules about how you use your power, but I don't."

"Max, he didn't hurt the guy," Isabel said.

"Don't defend me," Nikolas snapped. He stood up and pulled on his jacket.

"How do you know he didn't hurt the guy?" Max demanded. "How do you know that he didn't do permanent damage to that guard's brain or something?"

"Oh, please. I can't stand listening to one more second of your whining," Nikolas said. "You want to see what I did to the guard? Will that make you feel better?"

In three long strides he reached Liz's side.

"Nikolas, no!" Isabel screamed.

Nikolas touched Liz's forehead, and she crumpled to the floor.

"What did you do?" Max bellowed.

"Just a little demonstration," Nikolas replied as he strolled out of the room.

Max wanted to run after him and pound him into the ground. But he couldn't leave Liz. He dropped down on his knees next to her. She was so still, so pale.

"Is she okay?" Isabel cried.

Max ignored her. Form the connection, he ordered himself. Forget Nikolas. Forget Isabel. Forget everything but Liz. He gently rested his hand on her forehead. Instantly he was in. He had become so close to Liz that he could probably form a connection without even touching her.

Okay, what did Nikolas do to Liz's body? No, to their body. Nothing separated Max and Liz now. He could feel her heart beating inside him. Feel her blood rushing through his veins.

Max focused his attention on her brain. No fracture lines on her skull. No tears on the gray cauliflowerlike surface. He went deeper, exploring the cranial vault. Searching the deepest, oldest ganglia where the brain becomes the spinal cord. Checking the blood vessels for tears.

Yes. He found it. A rip in one of the arteries was forming a blood clot. The brain tissue around it was swelling. And the pressure was forcing the brain stem down through the hole at the base of the skull.

She was going to be okay. He could fix this. He just had to concentrate.

Max nudged the molecules of blood with his mind, gently breaking the clot apart. Then he squeezed the cells of the damaged artery wall together, closing the rip. The brain stem shifted slightly, moving back into position.

Liz's eyes fluttered, then opened.

"Is she okay?" Isabel repeated, her voice high and shaky.

Max didn't answer. He stared down at Liz, watching as the color slowly returned to her face.

"What happened?" she mumbled. She struggled to sit up, and a few drops of blood ran out of her nose.

Max gently pushed her back to the floor and carefully blotted the blood away with his sleeve. He grabbed a pillow off the couch and slid it under her head. "Don't try to move yet."

"Max, what happened ?" she repeated.

"Liz, I'm sorry. I'm really, really sorry," Isabel said softly.

"What do you remember?" Max asked Liz. He was stalling. He couldn't stand to tell her what Nikolas had done. It never should have happened. Max should have seen it coming. He should have stopped it.

"I remember telling you what happened with Valenti. I remember coming over here. I remember Nikolas saying no one was going to tell him… tell him any rules about how to use his power."

"Then he used his power on you. He knocked you out to demonstrate what he did to the guard," Max continued. He shot an angry look at Isabel, then returned his attention to Liz. "Except what he did to you must have been more severe. He gave you a blood clot that would have required neurosurgery."

"If you hadn't been here," Liz said. "You saved my life again. My hero." She smiled, and for a moment Max found it hard to breathe. The way she looked at him… it just made him go all weak inside.

Max shook his head. "Saving your life isn't very heroic when I'm the one who put your life in danger. I should have stopped this," he told her. "I should have-"

Liz reached out and pressed her fingers against his lips. "No," she said simply.

Max kissed her fingertips. He knew he shouldn't touch her. Not like that. But he couldn't stop himself.

"Should I get her some water, or-" Isabel began.

He sprang to his feet. " You have done enough," he yelled. "This wouldn't have happened if you'd stayed away from Nikolas."

"You're blaming me?" Isabel cried. "I didn't do anything."