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impala_chickTitle: The Marriage Pact
Fandom: Roswell New Mexico
Characters/Pairings: Kyle/Max/Liz, Eduardo Ramos
Rating: Teen
Word Count: 5,073
Summary: Kyle wakes up in Liz and Max's bed, and discovers that he's somehow married to Liz. The three of them take a trip down memory lane in search of answers.
Tags: Crack Treated Seriously, Some Humor, Woke Up Married, Magic, Getting Together, Sharing Clothes
Fic on AO3
| Chapter 1: Wedding Bands |
Kyle is woken up by the soft sounds of someone else breathing. The left side of his body is way too warm. There’s a blanket on top of his legs that feels heavier than the comforter he went to sleep with. He’d gone out the night before for his birthday, but he’d only had a glass of wine at dinner, and he distinctly remembers going to sleep in his own bed. By himself. He rolls onto his back and opens his eyes.
The room is flooded with sunlight, and it takes a second for his vision to adjust. Something is definitely off because he doesn’t recognize the sheets. He looks to his left and startles so hard he nearly falls out of the bed.
“What the fuck,” he blurts out.
It’s Liz, laying on her side. He recognizes her long eyelashes and the light dusting of freckles on her nose, and the way her long hair is spread out on her pillow.
Her eyes widen in shock as she looks at Kyle, who is now hastily trying to get out of her bed. A sheet gets tangled around his ankle and he lands on his ass with a loud thud.
Kyle can hear someone opening a drawer and Kyle belatedly realizes he must be in Max's bedroom. Once Kyle scrambles to a standing position, Max already has a gun leveled at him. Max’s shoulders are tense and his arms are stock-still. Even without a shirt on, he looks competent as hell with a weapon in his hands.
“Who the fuck are you?” Liz asks. She sounds angrier than Kyle’s ever heard her.
“Don’t shoot. Listen, it’s me,” Kyle says. He tries to think of some way to prove to them that it’s really him, but comes up with nothing. He raises his palms slowly to try and get Max to lower the gun, and he notices that there’s a shiny gold wedding band on the ring finger of his left hand. He doesn’t recognize it. He doesn’t even think he owns any rings.
Kyle looks between Liz and Max, who are scrutinizing him intensely. He feels supremely embarrassed and very nervous, standing there in their bedroom in just his boxers.
“Try to call him, Liz,” Max suggests.
Liz reaches over to grab her phone from the bedside table. She unlocks it and puts it to her ear using her left hand. Now that Kyle is looking at Liz’s hand, he notices there’s a gold band around her ring finger. That should be the last of his concerns right now, but he’s a little miffed that Max and Liz would get married without telling anyone.
After they don’t hear Kyle’s ringtone go off, Liz hangs up. Kyle watches as Liz tilts her head and narrows her eyes.
“Where did you and I first have sex?”
“Back seat of Rosa’s car, parked out in the desert past Sanders’ Auto.” Kyle answers easily. He barely has to think about it. That whole day was special for him, and he is confident he’ll carry that memory with him for the rest of his life.
“Oh my god, Kyle! What is going on?” Liz asks, the anger gone from her voice.
Kyle breathes a sigh of relief as Max lowers the gun.
“Look, I’m really sorry about this. I have no idea how I got here. I’m just as lost as you guys.”
There’s an awkward silence as they all look at each other. Liz has a loose sleep shirt hanging off of one shoulder, and she looks sun-kissed and beautiful with her hair cascading over her shoulders. Max’s tattoos are standing out starkly against his toned body, and his hip bones are sticking out enticingly from the top of his low hanging sweatpants. He looks huge kneeling just behind Liz. Kyle can’t decide where it would be most appropriate for him to look.
But then he remembers the ring he’d seen on Liz’s hand.
“Wait, did someone get married?”
“What are you talking about?” Max asks.
“You’ve got a ring on,” Kyle says to Liz.
Then Kyle holds up his left hand. Kyle’s ring and Liz’s look almost identical.
Max puts the gun on the bedside table and knee-walks closer to Liz to peer over her shoulder. Liz holds up her left hand, and tilts it back and forth like she doesn’t recognize it.
When he tries to pull his ring off, it won’t budge. He looks up to find Liz trying to yank her ring off too.
“It’s stuck,” Liz says heavily.
He turns his hand over. On the outside of the band, there’s an inscription.
K+L
Kyle’s head is spinning. K and L, as in Kyle and Liz. He is very sure that if he had married Liz, he would remember. He pinches himself to see if he’s dreaming, but he doesn’t wake up.
| Chapter 2: Pearls and Lace |
Kyle finds himself on Max’s couch, wearing Max’s sweatpants, and is doing a very good job of not panicking.
“Look, maybe we just need to retrace your steps yesterday,” Max is saying from the kitchen as he makes them all coffee. “You don’t remember anything out of the ordinary?”
Liz is pacing the living room, and she keeps on tugging at the ring.
“Oh, like running into a witch and buying cursed rings?” Her tone definitely conveys her extreme sarcasm.
Max rolls with it. “What if they are cursed rings?”
“Ha. Very funny.”
Kyle is listening to them, but he doesn’t know what to say. They are obviously well-versed in early morning banter, and he feels like he’s intruding.
“Kyle, are you okay?” Liz sits down on the couch next to him and puts her hand on his knee. Max comes over with a steaming mug of coffee, and hands it to Kyle before he sits down on his other side.
“Yeah,” he nods quickly. “I’ve woken up in worse places.”
That startles a laugh from both Liz and Max, and Kyle grins.
Then an idea occurs to him. “As far as weird shit is concerned, there’s one family member of mine who might know what to do.”
“Eduardo?” Liz ventures.
“Exactly. I’ll go track him down.” Kyle sets down the coffee mug and looks down at his bare chest. “Well, after I go home and get some clothes.”
“No way are you going by yourself,” Liz says sternly as she stands up.
“I have the day off today and you guys aren’t going by yourselves. You might need my abilities with whatever it is we’re dealing with,” Max says.
Kyle can’t help but notice how Max said ‘we.’ Like they’re all in this together. Kyle is appreciative of that, even though Max’s team-focused attitude is probably based solely on the fact that Liz might technically be married to someone that isn’t Max.
Max puts down his coffee and purposefully gives Kyle a once-over before dashing off into his room.
“I’ll get you more clothes,” he calls over his shoulder. “C’mon.”
“All of your clothes will be too big for me,” Kyle says, but he follows Max anyway.
Changing now means that Kyle can go straight to Deep Sky without going to his place first to change and get his car. It’s a good, logical idea for Max to dress him. Which is why it’s dumb for Kyle to read too much into it.
Max is carefully looking through the shirts hanging in his closet with his bottom lip between his teeth, and his hair still mussed from sleep, and it feels unbearably domestic to be just standing there, watching him. It feels like Max wants to make sure Kyle is taken care of.
Once Max makes a decision and pulls something off of a hanger, he goes over to his dresser and grabs a pair of pants. Kyle takes the offered clothes with a gruff thanks, and marches into the bathroom.
When he comes back out in rolled up jeans and a shirt that is too big at the shoulders with sleeves that are way too long, he holds up his arms.
“What do you think? Max is even taller than I realized.”
“You look fine, don’t worry,” Liz says as she grabs her purse.
Max doesn’t comment. He just stares at Kyle for a beat too long before he pockets his car keys.
“We, uh. Better go,” Max motions towards the door.
As Kyle goes to follow them out, he notices his wallet is on the coffee table. He definitely had it last night at the bar, and he didn’t bring it over between last night and this morning when he woke up in Max and Liz’s bed.
He grabs it and puts it in his pocket before hurrying to catch up.
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Kyle never rode in Max’s jeep in high school, but he remembers it distinctly. It was always parked in the junior/senior lot, and Max spent a lot of time in it or on top of it. It was sort of like a parking lot hang out spot, at least for Max and his friends. And sometimes Liz.
Now that Kyle is actually climbing into the newer model of Max’s jeep, with Max and Liz in the front seat, he wonders if this is what it would have felt like to get a ride with them.
Max and Liz are talking in low tones, not quite whispering but the conversation is clearly meant for them only. Their bodies are as close as they can get with the center console between them. Max speeds down the two-lane road away from his house, and normally Kyle would make fun of him for being a cop who speeds but it somehow doesn’t feel like the right time. He’s not in a joking mood.
Liz twists in the passenger seat to look back at Kyle.
“You don’t feel any different, right? Like physically?”
“No physical symptoms,” Kyle confirms. The longing he feels in the presence of Liz and Max isn’t new.
“Same. Okay, have any other objects appeared like the rings?”
Liz must be working through a hypothesis in her head, and approaching the situation as logically as possible. Kyle should really be doing the same, instead of musing about jeeps.
“My wallet was on the coffee table just now,” Kyle says as he gets it out of his pocket.
“Weird. Anything different about it?” Liz says. She turns back towards the front and Kyle can hear her rifling through her purse.
He opens his wallet. His ID and credit cards are in their normal places, and his cash from the night before is still there. He nearly closes it before he notices a thin white corner sticking out from behind a credit card. He pulls out a frayed wallet-sized photograph and can’t help but gasp.
It’s Liz, in a beautiful white wedding gown. It has a plunge neckline and a tight lace bodice. The long lace train is fanned out in front of her, and she’s holding a huge bouquet of white roses. She has a pearl necklace and pearl earrings on to match, and a small white flower tucked behind her ear. She’s smiling wide and genuine, and she’s never looked more beautiful, or more happy.
“What is it?” Liz twists around again.
“It’s you,” Kyle says quietly. “In a wedding gown.”
“Whoa, really?” Max says, shock evident in his voice.
He stares at the photo a moment longer. There’s no one else in it, and he can’t tell where Liz is because the background is a little out of focus and he doesn’t recognize it. She’s standing in front of a very modern looking building with clean white lines and splashes of bright purple and pink. She looks just the same as she does now age-wise, and she’s wearing the same gold band on her finger that she woke up with, too.
When Kyle hands it over to Liz, he feels embarrassed. He had nothing to do with conjuring that picture out of thin air, so he shouldn’t feel guilty - but the image looks exactly like something from one of his teenage fantasies.
Seeing Liz as a bride reminds him of just how much he wanted that, back in high school. Now he can’t even imagine himself in some suburban fairy tale life where he and Liz are together. He knows too much about the way Liz feels about Max; there’s no way he’d ever have a second chance with her at this point in his life. And he knows too much about Max, too. He's one hell of a catch himself.
When they come to a red light, Max leans over and Liz turns the photograph towards him.
Max sucks in a breath. “Wow.”
“Yeah, I know,” Kyle mutters.
“You look incredible, Liz.” Max sounds very much in awe and Kyle can’t fault him for that.
“Thanks.” Liz accepts the compliment with grace. “I really love this dress. I don’t recognize the place, though.”
“Me neither,” Kyle says.
“But how can that photo exist? This is starting to freak me out,” Max admits, sounding worried.
Kyle says, “Join the club.”
The cab falls silent as Max guns it for Deep Sky.
| Chapter 3: Curse |
Eduardo is in his office when they arrive. The three of them barrel in without knocking.
“Kyle? Liz? Max? What is going on?” Eduardo asks, sounding alarmed. He stands up from behind his desk. “Is someone in danger?”
“No, at least I don’t think so,” Kyle says quickly. He pushes at his too-long sleeves to try and keep them up on his forearms. Every time his sleeves slide down, he’s reminded that he’s wearing Max’s shirt. Even more distracting is the fact that it smells vaguely of rain, despite the fact that it had been hanging in Max’s closet and presumably was clean.
Eduardo raises an eyebrow and makes a get on with it gesture with his hand.
“We woke up married,” Liz says as she holds up her left hand.
Kyle holds his left hand up too, and the gold ring glints even in the stale office light.
Eduardo looks over at Max sympathetically, like he knows exactly what’s going on and it’s not looking good for Max.
“Okay, I might have some political pull but I don’t know anything about annulling marriages.”
Kyle scoffs. “We didn’t get drunk and make a mistake! I’m saying I somehow woke up in Max’s bed this morning with a ring that matches Liz’s.”
“And we can’t take them off,” Liz demonstrates as she tries to pull the ring off.
“I think they’ve been cursed,” Max supplies unhelpfully.
“Oh,” Eduardo says. He crosses his arms and squints his eyes, looking extremely skeptical.
“Show him, Liz,” Kyle encourages.
Liz gets the wallet-sized photo out of her purse and hands it to Eduardo. The whole room goes silent as Eduardo stares intently at it.
In a burst of motion, Eduardo opens a drawer to get out a small magnifying glass normally used for looking at photo negatives, and then sits at his desk.
Eduardo keeps staring at the tiny photo through the even smaller magnifier, while all three of them just wait. Eduardo occasionally mutters to himself, but Kyle can’t catch any of the words he’s saying. Max has settled into one of the large, square chairs in front of the desk, and Liz is pacing the room.
“Aha!” Eduardo yells out triumphantly. Then he turns the photo to face Max and puts the small magnifier in front of him. “Have a look.”
“How about we cut the dramatics and you just tell us what’s going on.” Kyle is already running thin on patience.
Eduardo tsks through his teeth and puts his hands on the table.
“It would appear that this photo,” Eduardo says slowly, “is from the future.”
Kyle doesn’t think he heard him correctly. “The what now?”
“How could you possibly know that?” Liz turns to glare at Eduardo.
Max grabs the round magnifying glass and slides it over the photo.
“Liz is in front of an Oasian building that I have seen before. And there’s a digital clock in the background,” Eduardo explains.
Kyle feels like he should be sitting down for this, so he lowers himself heavily into the chair Max isn’t occupying.
“I thought my planet was destroyed,” Max says softly as he looks up from the photo.
“I’m not talking about the planet. When Alex fell into the hole that led into another dimension, we realized there could be more than one. So we’ve been looking.”
“Let me guess. You found one,” Liz says with a hand on her hip and her eyes narrowed.
Eduardo nods, barely hiding his sly smile. Either Eduardo is enjoying telling a captive audience this story or he knows the three of them are about to lose their collective minds over what he’s going to say.
“Right inside New Roswell High, actually.”
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” Liz grouses. She utters a string of Spanish curse words that would be truly impressive in other circumstances.
Kyle puts his head in his hands. Just when he thought Roswell couldn’t get any weirder.
Max groans. “Don’t tell me you sent someone inside.”
Eduardo shakes his head.
“No, no. We sent a robot with a camera. And there’s a building just like that inside that dimension. We’ve hypothesized that this third dimension is a replica of some parts of Oasis.”
“And you didn’t tell any of us?” Max interrupts. He sounds pissed. Kyle is still too shocked to be angry, but he’s getting there.
Eduardo dismisses her question with a wave of his hand. “What would you have done with the information? Jumped in the hole? We aren’t done exploring it yet, so there was nothing to tell you.”
Kyle rolls his eyes, but secretly he thinks he was probably better off not knowing that a third dimension exists.
“That doesn’t explain why you think that is me from the future.” Liz points towards the picture.
“The clock in the photo isn’t there on the outside of the building yet. It seems to be a clock from our world.”
“Sure sounds like we’re jumping to conclusions here,” Liz says skeptically.
Eduardo shrugs one shoulder. “The third dimension seems to bend to outside influence. I have several hypotheses about why that is, but for your purposes they don’t matter. What matters is that when you stand close to it, you may see something.”
Kyle feels the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. “Something like what?”
“We’re not sure yet. They might be visions,” Eduardo says. “Or dreams. It’s different for everyone.”
Liz puts her hands on the edge of Eduardo’s desk and leans over. “Just tell us exactly where it is and we’ll go see for ourselves.”
“What? We shouldn’t actually go there,” Kyle says emphatically.
“Is getting close to it going to put us in danger?” Max asks. At least he’s asking the reasonable question.
“For the last few weeks, various Deep Sky employees have stood outside it, and nothing has happened to them,” Eduardo says solemnly as he looks at each of them.
Then he pulls out a piece of paper from a drawer and hands it to Liz. "Here's the location of the third dimension."
Kyle still doesn’t trust Eduardo, because he is very good at keeping secrets, but it doesn’t seem like Eduardo is going to give them any more answers. And Kyle does trust Liz, so if she wants to see what the third dimension shows them, Kyle will go. He looks over at her to find her already watching him. He nods. She gives him a tight-lipped smile before turning to Max.
“I’m curious, too,” Max says. “Let’s go.”
Max takes his keys out of his pocket, and Liz and Kyle follow him.
“Happy belated birthday, Kyle!” Eduardo calls out.
Kyle waves his hand over his shoulder in goodbye, instead of making some snarky remark about being late. After all, very few nephews can say their Uncle got them a pocket dimension for their birthday.
| Chapter 4: Cafeteria |
Liz shows them Eduardo’s handwritten note once they all get to the jeep. Kyle thinks it’s an extremely funny cosmic joke that the portal is hidden away in the New Roswell High cafeteria. He laughs so hard he nearly cries.
Luckily it’s the weekend, and the whole school is deserted. Max unlocks the cafeteria doors for them. As soon as he steps inside, Kyle feels a wave of nostalgia. The cafeteria walls are painted just as he remembers them, and there are a bunch of championship pennants hanging from the ceiling. He sees the one from 2008 that he helped bring home, and he’s glad that he doesn’t feel the rush of pride he used to feel when he was younger. It’s just a fond memory now, instead of a defining feature of his personality.
Max wanders over to a lunch table and raps his knuckles on the hard surface.
“This used to be our table - Michael and Isobel and I.”
“You guys had a certain table?” Liz says as she keeps walking. “Kyle, did we have a certain table?”
Kyle pauses, trying to remember, but then Max speaks up. “Yeah, the one next to the doors on the right.”
Kyle is very much not surprised. Even back then, everyone knew Max was into Liz. You didn’t have to be a neurosurgeon to figure that out.
As he looks around, Kyle remembers hearing the excited buzz of his peers all around him. The whole place feels familiar, almost like he’s visiting his childhood home. Kyle looks across the room at Max, and that feels familiar too. He always knew he could look up and see Max’s eyes on Liz, on both of them. It wasn’t entirely unwelcome attention back then, and now Kyle finds himself looking back.
Just for old time’s sake, Kyle walks over to the table he and Liz used to use. Before he can even sit down, a distant memory resurfaces.
He can see his high school self sitting on the lunch table bench in his varsity jacket, and he can see Liz, too. They are mid-conversation, and the memory plays like a movie clip in Kyle’s head.
“I know we aren’t ready for marriage now, but maybe someday…” High-school Kyle trailed off. He looked hopeful as he stared at Liz with wide eyes.
“Okay, how about this, Kyle. If we’re still not married at 30, we’ll marry each other. We can live together and wear matching rings and everything,” high school Liz said as she squeezed Kyle’s hand.
“Deal,” Kyle nodded and the two of them intertwined their pinky fingers to seal the promise. Kyle leaned in to kiss Liz’s hand.
As the memory fades, Kyle gasps.
“What?” Max asks worriedly.
“I turned 30 last night,” Kyle intones. He sees Max’s face scrunch up in confusion, very obviously saying so what.
“Liz,” Kyle calls as he turns to her. “Do you remember when we made a marriage pact?”
He sees recognition dawn an her face, as her eyes widen in disbelief.
“You don’t think that -”
“Oh, I definitely do. This is Roswell,” Kyle says, theories running rampant in his head. “Where’s the portal?”
“Right behind you.” Liz points to a big plastic bin with a trash can inside of it, to the right of the cafeteria doors.
Kyle is already heading over to the bin when Max calls out, “Does someone want to fill me in?”
The plastic box holding the trash can looks like it’s permanently adhered to the wall, or at least that’s what Kyle had always assumed.
“Just help me move this,” Kyle grumbles. “I’ll explain later.”
Max shakes his head but does as asked. He pulls one side of the plastic bin while Kyle pushes the other side. It’s really heavy, and barely budges. Liz comes over to help them push, and then they are able to move it away from the wall. Once it’s out of the way, Kyle can see the way the floor underneath it shimmers and undulates.
As he carefully leans forward to peer into the top of the portal, the surface starts to ripple as if he’d thrown a pebble in. He feels a tug, emanating from his chest. Then, the surface clears.
He can see Liz, in her wedding dress, just like in the picture. She’s effortlessly beautiful, maybe the most beautiful person he’s ever seen. She is walking towards the front of a huge ornate building built for a queen. It’s magnificent, with soft romantic light reflecting from it. As he watches, Liz reaches two people who seem to materialize from thin air. He recognizes himself standing before her in a perfectly tailored black tuxedo with a bow tie. He’s got tears shining in his eyes and a goofy grin on his face, and Kyle knows that this must be their wedding day. But then Kyle realizes Max is there, too, standing with Kyle. And he’s in a matching tuxedo, except he’s got a tie and a black cowboy hat on. He’s smiling the biggest smile Kyle has ever seen, and his mouth looks sinfully kissable. He and Max are holding hands and they both reach out to Liz, and then they are standing in a circle in front of the beautiful building. The three of them, together.
It’s like a dream come true, and Kyle is certain that he's never felt happier. He wants it to be real. Something is pulling him closer, begging him to jump in, and Kyle wants to do it…
Liz grabs his arm, and Max grabs his other arm, and then Kyle comes back to reality. He leans back and blinks a few times to ground himself. The vision of the strange wedding is gone.
Kyle takes a deep breath and wills himself not to mourn something that wasn’t even real. He looks up at Liz and Max, his Liz and Max, and holds back tears. What he’d just seen has shaken him to his core in a way he won’t be able to adequately explain to them. But his tears aren’t tears of sadness. Liz and Max are his people, however they’ll have him. He knows that in his bones in a way he hadn’t realized before.
Max has a brow furrowed as he looks down at Kyle’s hand.
“Look.”
The gold band around Kyle’s ring finger has disappeared. Liz’s ring is gone, too.
Kyle’s heart is pounding in his chest as he realizes what this must mean. The portal made Kyle and Liz’s marriage pact a reality, right up until the moment Kyle stared into the portal, and it stared back at him.
His old high school dream is dead. The portal saw right through him, and showed him the new fantasy that lives in his heart. Kyle stands there quietly for a moment, unsure what to say.
Liz shakes his arm a little. “Kyle, what’s going on?”
“Just look,” Kyle says as he points towards the portal. He puts out both of his hands. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you won’t fall in.”
Max and Liz each take his hand, and then they both lean forward. Kyle looks between them, and watches surprise and awe take over their facial expressions. Kyle almost regrets having to end the vision for them; he remembers how blissful he felt mere minutes before.
When he notices both of them tip forward towards the portal, Kyle pulls them back to his side.
“Well,” Liz starts, sounding breathless. “I have so many questions. Do you think that was an alternate version of us?”
“Maybe,” Max says with a shrug. “But does it matter if it was?”
Kyle starts to worry. Surely he felt the way Kyle felt when he looked at all three of them together. They could be so happy.
Max shakes his head and looks between Kyle and Liz. He takes a deep breath and starts again.
“What I mean is, it felt so intense looking at all of us like that. In a good way. And we could try it, here, now. In this reality.”
Kyle breathes a sigh of relief. “For sure. I mean, totally. We should, uh. Try it.”
Liz squeezes Kyle’s hand, and then she reaches for Max, and suddenly they’re standing in a circle just as they had inside the portal.
“I felt it too.” Liz smiles softly, and leans over to kiss Kyle on the cheek. Kyle’s face heats up where Liz touches him, and Kyle feels lightheaded from the joy of it. He watches as she leans over to whisper something in Max’s ear. He nods, and then Liz leans over and kisses Kyle full on the mouth.
Liz’s mouth is soft and inviting. They keep the kiss chaste, but Kyle’s whole body tingles from the way she leans into him. She’s so good at kissing him, moving her mouth slightly to keep Kyle guessing. He can feel Max’s eyes on them, which only makes Kyle want more.
Liz pulls away with a laugh. “Okay, I think we should move away from this portal before we break the thing.”
“Wait.” Max pulls Kyle close, until they’re face to face. His gaze drops to Kyle’s lips, and his mouth falls open just slightly, and Kyle closes the gap.
Kissing Max is different from kissing Liz. His stubble scrapes against Kyle’s chin, and his teeth clack against Kyle’s at first before they adjust the angle. Max bites at Kyle’s bottom lip and soothes it with his tongue, and Kyle lets him. He can feel Liz still holding his hand, still connected to him, and he lets that be his anchor.
When Max pulls away, he’s breathing hard and staring at Kyle. He bites his lip, and Kyle tracks the movement, feeling a little thunderstruck.
“Damn,” Liz breathes out quietly.
That shakes Kyle out of his kiss-induced stupor.
“But the portal,” Kyle reminds them. They have had enough alien surprises for one day.
Max springs into action, readying himself next to the trash bin. Kyle and Liz take up their previous positions, and the three of them quickly cover up the portal with it. Then they walk out of the New Roswell High cafeteria hand-in-hand, with Kyle in the middle.
Maybe Kyle should have realized this before an alien portal messed with his life, but sometimes it does take three instead of two.
Fandom: Roswell New Mexico
Characters/Pairings: Kyle/Max/Liz, Eduardo Ramos
Rating: Teen
Word Count: 5,073
Summary: Kyle wakes up in Liz and Max's bed, and discovers that he's somehow married to Liz. The three of them take a trip down memory lane in search of answers.
Tags: Crack Treated Seriously, Some Humor, Woke Up Married, Magic, Getting Together, Sharing Clothes
Fic on AO3
Kyle is woken up by the soft sounds of someone else breathing. The left side of his body is way too warm. There’s a blanket on top of his legs that feels heavier than the comforter he went to sleep with. He’d gone out the night before for his birthday, but he’d only had a glass of wine at dinner, and he distinctly remembers going to sleep in his own bed. By himself. He rolls onto his back and opens his eyes.
The room is flooded with sunlight, and it takes a second for his vision to adjust. Something is definitely off because he doesn’t recognize the sheets. He looks to his left and startles so hard he nearly falls out of the bed.
“What the fuck,” he blurts out.
It’s Liz, laying on her side. He recognizes her long eyelashes and the light dusting of freckles on her nose, and the way her long hair is spread out on her pillow.
Her eyes widen in shock as she looks at Kyle, who is now hastily trying to get out of her bed. A sheet gets tangled around his ankle and he lands on his ass with a loud thud.
Kyle can hear someone opening a drawer and Kyle belatedly realizes he must be in Max's bedroom. Once Kyle scrambles to a standing position, Max already has a gun leveled at him. Max’s shoulders are tense and his arms are stock-still. Even without a shirt on, he looks competent as hell with a weapon in his hands.
“Who the fuck are you?” Liz asks. She sounds angrier than Kyle’s ever heard her.
“Don’t shoot. Listen, it’s me,” Kyle says. He tries to think of some way to prove to them that it’s really him, but comes up with nothing. He raises his palms slowly to try and get Max to lower the gun, and he notices that there’s a shiny gold wedding band on the ring finger of his left hand. He doesn’t recognize it. He doesn’t even think he owns any rings.
Kyle looks between Liz and Max, who are scrutinizing him intensely. He feels supremely embarrassed and very nervous, standing there in their bedroom in just his boxers.
“Try to call him, Liz,” Max suggests.
Liz reaches over to grab her phone from the bedside table. She unlocks it and puts it to her ear using her left hand. Now that Kyle is looking at Liz’s hand, he notices there’s a gold band around her ring finger. That should be the last of his concerns right now, but he’s a little miffed that Max and Liz would get married without telling anyone.
After they don’t hear Kyle’s ringtone go off, Liz hangs up. Kyle watches as Liz tilts her head and narrows her eyes.
“Where did you and I first have sex?”
“Back seat of Rosa’s car, parked out in the desert past Sanders’ Auto.” Kyle answers easily. He barely has to think about it. That whole day was special for him, and he is confident he’ll carry that memory with him for the rest of his life.
“Oh my god, Kyle! What is going on?” Liz asks, the anger gone from her voice.
Kyle breathes a sigh of relief as Max lowers the gun.
“Look, I’m really sorry about this. I have no idea how I got here. I’m just as lost as you guys.”
There’s an awkward silence as they all look at each other. Liz has a loose sleep shirt hanging off of one shoulder, and she looks sun-kissed and beautiful with her hair cascading over her shoulders. Max’s tattoos are standing out starkly against his toned body, and his hip bones are sticking out enticingly from the top of his low hanging sweatpants. He looks huge kneeling just behind Liz. Kyle can’t decide where it would be most appropriate for him to look.
But then he remembers the ring he’d seen on Liz’s hand.
“Wait, did someone get married?”
“What are you talking about?” Max asks.
“You’ve got a ring on,” Kyle says to Liz.
Then Kyle holds up his left hand. Kyle’s ring and Liz’s look almost identical.
Max puts the gun on the bedside table and knee-walks closer to Liz to peer over her shoulder. Liz holds up her left hand, and tilts it back and forth like she doesn’t recognize it.
When he tries to pull his ring off, it won’t budge. He looks up to find Liz trying to yank her ring off too.
“It’s stuck,” Liz says heavily.
He turns his hand over. On the outside of the band, there’s an inscription.
K+L
Kyle’s head is spinning. K and L, as in Kyle and Liz. He is very sure that if he had married Liz, he would remember. He pinches himself to see if he’s dreaming, but he doesn’t wake up.
Kyle finds himself on Max’s couch, wearing Max’s sweatpants, and is doing a very good job of not panicking.
“Look, maybe we just need to retrace your steps yesterday,” Max is saying from the kitchen as he makes them all coffee. “You don’t remember anything out of the ordinary?”
Liz is pacing the living room, and she keeps on tugging at the ring.
“Oh, like running into a witch and buying cursed rings?” Her tone definitely conveys her extreme sarcasm.
Max rolls with it. “What if they are cursed rings?”
“Ha. Very funny.”
Kyle is listening to them, but he doesn’t know what to say. They are obviously well-versed in early morning banter, and he feels like he’s intruding.
“Kyle, are you okay?” Liz sits down on the couch next to him and puts her hand on his knee. Max comes over with a steaming mug of coffee, and hands it to Kyle before he sits down on his other side.
“Yeah,” he nods quickly. “I’ve woken up in worse places.”
That startles a laugh from both Liz and Max, and Kyle grins.
Then an idea occurs to him. “As far as weird shit is concerned, there’s one family member of mine who might know what to do.”
“Eduardo?” Liz ventures.
“Exactly. I’ll go track him down.” Kyle sets down the coffee mug and looks down at his bare chest. “Well, after I go home and get some clothes.”
“No way are you going by yourself,” Liz says sternly as she stands up.
“I have the day off today and you guys aren’t going by yourselves. You might need my abilities with whatever it is we’re dealing with,” Max says.
Kyle can’t help but notice how Max said ‘we.’ Like they’re all in this together. Kyle is appreciative of that, even though Max’s team-focused attitude is probably based solely on the fact that Liz might technically be married to someone that isn’t Max.
Max puts down his coffee and purposefully gives Kyle a once-over before dashing off into his room.
“I’ll get you more clothes,” he calls over his shoulder. “C’mon.”
“All of your clothes will be too big for me,” Kyle says, but he follows Max anyway.
Changing now means that Kyle can go straight to Deep Sky without going to his place first to change and get his car. It’s a good, logical idea for Max to dress him. Which is why it’s dumb for Kyle to read too much into it.
Max is carefully looking through the shirts hanging in his closet with his bottom lip between his teeth, and his hair still mussed from sleep, and it feels unbearably domestic to be just standing there, watching him. It feels like Max wants to make sure Kyle is taken care of.
Once Max makes a decision and pulls something off of a hanger, he goes over to his dresser and grabs a pair of pants. Kyle takes the offered clothes with a gruff thanks, and marches into the bathroom.
When he comes back out in rolled up jeans and a shirt that is too big at the shoulders with sleeves that are way too long, he holds up his arms.
“What do you think? Max is even taller than I realized.”
“You look fine, don’t worry,” Liz says as she grabs her purse.
Max doesn’t comment. He just stares at Kyle for a beat too long before he pockets his car keys.
“We, uh. Better go,” Max motions towards the door.
As Kyle goes to follow them out, he notices his wallet is on the coffee table. He definitely had it last night at the bar, and he didn’t bring it over between last night and this morning when he woke up in Max and Liz’s bed.
He grabs it and puts it in his pocket before hurrying to catch up.
Kyle never rode in Max’s jeep in high school, but he remembers it distinctly. It was always parked in the junior/senior lot, and Max spent a lot of time in it or on top of it. It was sort of like a parking lot hang out spot, at least for Max and his friends. And sometimes Liz.
Now that Kyle is actually climbing into the newer model of Max’s jeep, with Max and Liz in the front seat, he wonders if this is what it would have felt like to get a ride with them.
Max and Liz are talking in low tones, not quite whispering but the conversation is clearly meant for them only. Their bodies are as close as they can get with the center console between them. Max speeds down the two-lane road away from his house, and normally Kyle would make fun of him for being a cop who speeds but it somehow doesn’t feel like the right time. He’s not in a joking mood.
Liz twists in the passenger seat to look back at Kyle.
“You don’t feel any different, right? Like physically?”
“No physical symptoms,” Kyle confirms. The longing he feels in the presence of Liz and Max isn’t new.
“Same. Okay, have any other objects appeared like the rings?”
Liz must be working through a hypothesis in her head, and approaching the situation as logically as possible. Kyle should really be doing the same, instead of musing about jeeps.
“My wallet was on the coffee table just now,” Kyle says as he gets it out of his pocket.
“Weird. Anything different about it?” Liz says. She turns back towards the front and Kyle can hear her rifling through her purse.
He opens his wallet. His ID and credit cards are in their normal places, and his cash from the night before is still there. He nearly closes it before he notices a thin white corner sticking out from behind a credit card. He pulls out a frayed wallet-sized photograph and can’t help but gasp.
It’s Liz, in a beautiful white wedding gown. It has a plunge neckline and a tight lace bodice. The long lace train is fanned out in front of her, and she’s holding a huge bouquet of white roses. She has a pearl necklace and pearl earrings on to match, and a small white flower tucked behind her ear. She’s smiling wide and genuine, and she’s never looked more beautiful, or more happy.
“What is it?” Liz twists around again.
“It’s you,” Kyle says quietly. “In a wedding gown.”
“Whoa, really?” Max says, shock evident in his voice.
He stares at the photo a moment longer. There’s no one else in it, and he can’t tell where Liz is because the background is a little out of focus and he doesn’t recognize it. She’s standing in front of a very modern looking building with clean white lines and splashes of bright purple and pink. She looks just the same as she does now age-wise, and she’s wearing the same gold band on her finger that she woke up with, too.
When Kyle hands it over to Liz, he feels embarrassed. He had nothing to do with conjuring that picture out of thin air, so he shouldn’t feel guilty - but the image looks exactly like something from one of his teenage fantasies.
Seeing Liz as a bride reminds him of just how much he wanted that, back in high school. Now he can’t even imagine himself in some suburban fairy tale life where he and Liz are together. He knows too much about the way Liz feels about Max; there’s no way he’d ever have a second chance with her at this point in his life. And he knows too much about Max, too. He's one hell of a catch himself.
When they come to a red light, Max leans over and Liz turns the photograph towards him.
Max sucks in a breath. “Wow.”
“Yeah, I know,” Kyle mutters.
“You look incredible, Liz.” Max sounds very much in awe and Kyle can’t fault him for that.
“Thanks.” Liz accepts the compliment with grace. “I really love this dress. I don’t recognize the place, though.”
“Me neither,” Kyle says.
“But how can that photo exist? This is starting to freak me out,” Max admits, sounding worried.
Kyle says, “Join the club.”
The cab falls silent as Max guns it for Deep Sky.
Eduardo is in his office when they arrive. The three of them barrel in without knocking.
“Kyle? Liz? Max? What is going on?” Eduardo asks, sounding alarmed. He stands up from behind his desk. “Is someone in danger?”
“No, at least I don’t think so,” Kyle says quickly. He pushes at his too-long sleeves to try and keep them up on his forearms. Every time his sleeves slide down, he’s reminded that he’s wearing Max’s shirt. Even more distracting is the fact that it smells vaguely of rain, despite the fact that it had been hanging in Max’s closet and presumably was clean.
Eduardo raises an eyebrow and makes a get on with it gesture with his hand.
“We woke up married,” Liz says as she holds up her left hand.
Kyle holds his left hand up too, and the gold ring glints even in the stale office light.
Eduardo looks over at Max sympathetically, like he knows exactly what’s going on and it’s not looking good for Max.
“Okay, I might have some political pull but I don’t know anything about annulling marriages.”
Kyle scoffs. “We didn’t get drunk and make a mistake! I’m saying I somehow woke up in Max’s bed this morning with a ring that matches Liz’s.”
“And we can’t take them off,” Liz demonstrates as she tries to pull the ring off.
“I think they’ve been cursed,” Max supplies unhelpfully.
“Oh,” Eduardo says. He crosses his arms and squints his eyes, looking extremely skeptical.
“Show him, Liz,” Kyle encourages.
Liz gets the wallet-sized photo out of her purse and hands it to Eduardo. The whole room goes silent as Eduardo stares intently at it.
In a burst of motion, Eduardo opens a drawer to get out a small magnifying glass normally used for looking at photo negatives, and then sits at his desk.
Eduardo keeps staring at the tiny photo through the even smaller magnifier, while all three of them just wait. Eduardo occasionally mutters to himself, but Kyle can’t catch any of the words he’s saying. Max has settled into one of the large, square chairs in front of the desk, and Liz is pacing the room.
“Aha!” Eduardo yells out triumphantly. Then he turns the photo to face Max and puts the small magnifier in front of him. “Have a look.”
“How about we cut the dramatics and you just tell us what’s going on.” Kyle is already running thin on patience.
Eduardo tsks through his teeth and puts his hands on the table.
“It would appear that this photo,” Eduardo says slowly, “is from the future.”
Kyle doesn’t think he heard him correctly. “The what now?”
“How could you possibly know that?” Liz turns to glare at Eduardo.
Max grabs the round magnifying glass and slides it over the photo.
“Liz is in front of an Oasian building that I have seen before. And there’s a digital clock in the background,” Eduardo explains.
Kyle feels like he should be sitting down for this, so he lowers himself heavily into the chair Max isn’t occupying.
“I thought my planet was destroyed,” Max says softly as he looks up from the photo.
“I’m not talking about the planet. When Alex fell into the hole that led into another dimension, we realized there could be more than one. So we’ve been looking.”
“Let me guess. You found one,” Liz says with a hand on her hip and her eyes narrowed.
Eduardo nods, barely hiding his sly smile. Either Eduardo is enjoying telling a captive audience this story or he knows the three of them are about to lose their collective minds over what he’s going to say.
“Right inside New Roswell High, actually.”
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” Liz grouses. She utters a string of Spanish curse words that would be truly impressive in other circumstances.
Kyle puts his head in his hands. Just when he thought Roswell couldn’t get any weirder.
Max groans. “Don’t tell me you sent someone inside.”
Eduardo shakes his head.
“No, no. We sent a robot with a camera. And there’s a building just like that inside that dimension. We’ve hypothesized that this third dimension is a replica of some parts of Oasis.”
“And you didn’t tell any of us?” Max interrupts. He sounds pissed. Kyle is still too shocked to be angry, but he’s getting there.
Eduardo dismisses her question with a wave of his hand. “What would you have done with the information? Jumped in the hole? We aren’t done exploring it yet, so there was nothing to tell you.”
Kyle rolls his eyes, but secretly he thinks he was probably better off not knowing that a third dimension exists.
“That doesn’t explain why you think that is me from the future.” Liz points towards the picture.
“The clock in the photo isn’t there on the outside of the building yet. It seems to be a clock from our world.”
“Sure sounds like we’re jumping to conclusions here,” Liz says skeptically.
Eduardo shrugs one shoulder. “The third dimension seems to bend to outside influence. I have several hypotheses about why that is, but for your purposes they don’t matter. What matters is that when you stand close to it, you may see something.”
Kyle feels the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. “Something like what?”
“We’re not sure yet. They might be visions,” Eduardo says. “Or dreams. It’s different for everyone.”
Liz puts her hands on the edge of Eduardo’s desk and leans over. “Just tell us exactly where it is and we’ll go see for ourselves.”
“What? We shouldn’t actually go there,” Kyle says emphatically.
“Is getting close to it going to put us in danger?” Max asks. At least he’s asking the reasonable question.
“For the last few weeks, various Deep Sky employees have stood outside it, and nothing has happened to them,” Eduardo says solemnly as he looks at each of them.
Then he pulls out a piece of paper from a drawer and hands it to Liz. "Here's the location of the third dimension."
Kyle still doesn’t trust Eduardo, because he is very good at keeping secrets, but it doesn’t seem like Eduardo is going to give them any more answers. And Kyle does trust Liz, so if she wants to see what the third dimension shows them, Kyle will go. He looks over at her to find her already watching him. He nods. She gives him a tight-lipped smile before turning to Max.
“I’m curious, too,” Max says. “Let’s go.”
Max takes his keys out of his pocket, and Liz and Kyle follow him.
“Happy belated birthday, Kyle!” Eduardo calls out.
Kyle waves his hand over his shoulder in goodbye, instead of making some snarky remark about being late. After all, very few nephews can say their Uncle got them a pocket dimension for their birthday.
Liz shows them Eduardo’s handwritten note once they all get to the jeep. Kyle thinks it’s an extremely funny cosmic joke that the portal is hidden away in the New Roswell High cafeteria. He laughs so hard he nearly cries.
Luckily it’s the weekend, and the whole school is deserted. Max unlocks the cafeteria doors for them. As soon as he steps inside, Kyle feels a wave of nostalgia. The cafeteria walls are painted just as he remembers them, and there are a bunch of championship pennants hanging from the ceiling. He sees the one from 2008 that he helped bring home, and he’s glad that he doesn’t feel the rush of pride he used to feel when he was younger. It’s just a fond memory now, instead of a defining feature of his personality.
Max wanders over to a lunch table and raps his knuckles on the hard surface.
“This used to be our table - Michael and Isobel and I.”
“You guys had a certain table?” Liz says as she keeps walking. “Kyle, did we have a certain table?”
Kyle pauses, trying to remember, but then Max speaks up. “Yeah, the one next to the doors on the right.”
Kyle is very much not surprised. Even back then, everyone knew Max was into Liz. You didn’t have to be a neurosurgeon to figure that out.
As he looks around, Kyle remembers hearing the excited buzz of his peers all around him. The whole place feels familiar, almost like he’s visiting his childhood home. Kyle looks across the room at Max, and that feels familiar too. He always knew he could look up and see Max’s eyes on Liz, on both of them. It wasn’t entirely unwelcome attention back then, and now Kyle finds himself looking back.
Just for old time’s sake, Kyle walks over to the table he and Liz used to use. Before he can even sit down, a distant memory resurfaces.
He can see his high school self sitting on the lunch table bench in his varsity jacket, and he can see Liz, too. They are mid-conversation, and the memory plays like a movie clip in Kyle’s head.
“I know we aren’t ready for marriage now, but maybe someday…” High-school Kyle trailed off. He looked hopeful as he stared at Liz with wide eyes.
“Okay, how about this, Kyle. If we’re still not married at 30, we’ll marry each other. We can live together and wear matching rings and everything,” high school Liz said as she squeezed Kyle’s hand.
“Deal,” Kyle nodded and the two of them intertwined their pinky fingers to seal the promise. Kyle leaned in to kiss Liz’s hand.
As the memory fades, Kyle gasps.
“What?” Max asks worriedly.
“I turned 30 last night,” Kyle intones. He sees Max’s face scrunch up in confusion, very obviously saying so what.
“Liz,” Kyle calls as he turns to her. “Do you remember when we made a marriage pact?”
He sees recognition dawn an her face, as her eyes widen in disbelief.
“You don’t think that -”
“Oh, I definitely do. This is Roswell,” Kyle says, theories running rampant in his head. “Where’s the portal?”
“Right behind you.” Liz points to a big plastic bin with a trash can inside of it, to the right of the cafeteria doors.
Kyle is already heading over to the bin when Max calls out, “Does someone want to fill me in?”
The plastic box holding the trash can looks like it’s permanently adhered to the wall, or at least that’s what Kyle had always assumed.
“Just help me move this,” Kyle grumbles. “I’ll explain later.”
Max shakes his head but does as asked. He pulls one side of the plastic bin while Kyle pushes the other side. It’s really heavy, and barely budges. Liz comes over to help them push, and then they are able to move it away from the wall. Once it’s out of the way, Kyle can see the way the floor underneath it shimmers and undulates.
As he carefully leans forward to peer into the top of the portal, the surface starts to ripple as if he’d thrown a pebble in. He feels a tug, emanating from his chest. Then, the surface clears.
He can see Liz, in her wedding dress, just like in the picture. She’s effortlessly beautiful, maybe the most beautiful person he’s ever seen. She is walking towards the front of a huge ornate building built for a queen. It’s magnificent, with soft romantic light reflecting from it. As he watches, Liz reaches two people who seem to materialize from thin air. He recognizes himself standing before her in a perfectly tailored black tuxedo with a bow tie. He’s got tears shining in his eyes and a goofy grin on his face, and Kyle knows that this must be their wedding day. But then Kyle realizes Max is there, too, standing with Kyle. And he’s in a matching tuxedo, except he’s got a tie and a black cowboy hat on. He’s smiling the biggest smile Kyle has ever seen, and his mouth looks sinfully kissable. He and Max are holding hands and they both reach out to Liz, and then they are standing in a circle in front of the beautiful building. The three of them, together.
It’s like a dream come true, and Kyle is certain that he's never felt happier. He wants it to be real. Something is pulling him closer, begging him to jump in, and Kyle wants to do it…
Liz grabs his arm, and Max grabs his other arm, and then Kyle comes back to reality. He leans back and blinks a few times to ground himself. The vision of the strange wedding is gone.
Kyle takes a deep breath and wills himself not to mourn something that wasn’t even real. He looks up at Liz and Max, his Liz and Max, and holds back tears. What he’d just seen has shaken him to his core in a way he won’t be able to adequately explain to them. But his tears aren’t tears of sadness. Liz and Max are his people, however they’ll have him. He knows that in his bones in a way he hadn’t realized before.
Max has a brow furrowed as he looks down at Kyle’s hand.
“Look.”
The gold band around Kyle’s ring finger has disappeared. Liz’s ring is gone, too.
Kyle’s heart is pounding in his chest as he realizes what this must mean. The portal made Kyle and Liz’s marriage pact a reality, right up until the moment Kyle stared into the portal, and it stared back at him.
His old high school dream is dead. The portal saw right through him, and showed him the new fantasy that lives in his heart. Kyle stands there quietly for a moment, unsure what to say.
Liz shakes his arm a little. “Kyle, what’s going on?”
“Just look,” Kyle says as he points towards the portal. He puts out both of his hands. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you won’t fall in.”
Max and Liz each take his hand, and then they both lean forward. Kyle looks between them, and watches surprise and awe take over their facial expressions. Kyle almost regrets having to end the vision for them; he remembers how blissful he felt mere minutes before.
When he notices both of them tip forward towards the portal, Kyle pulls them back to his side.
“Well,” Liz starts, sounding breathless. “I have so many questions. Do you think that was an alternate version of us?”
“Maybe,” Max says with a shrug. “But does it matter if it was?”
Kyle starts to worry. Surely he felt the way Kyle felt when he looked at all three of them together. They could be so happy.
Max shakes his head and looks between Kyle and Liz. He takes a deep breath and starts again.
“What I mean is, it felt so intense looking at all of us like that. In a good way. And we could try it, here, now. In this reality.”
Kyle breathes a sigh of relief. “For sure. I mean, totally. We should, uh. Try it.”
Liz squeezes Kyle’s hand, and then she reaches for Max, and suddenly they’re standing in a circle just as they had inside the portal.
“I felt it too.” Liz smiles softly, and leans over to kiss Kyle on the cheek. Kyle’s face heats up where Liz touches him, and Kyle feels lightheaded from the joy of it. He watches as she leans over to whisper something in Max’s ear. He nods, and then Liz leans over and kisses Kyle full on the mouth.
Liz’s mouth is soft and inviting. They keep the kiss chaste, but Kyle’s whole body tingles from the way she leans into him. She’s so good at kissing him, moving her mouth slightly to keep Kyle guessing. He can feel Max’s eyes on them, which only makes Kyle want more.
Liz pulls away with a laugh. “Okay, I think we should move away from this portal before we break the thing.”
“Wait.” Max pulls Kyle close, until they’re face to face. His gaze drops to Kyle’s lips, and his mouth falls open just slightly, and Kyle closes the gap.
Kissing Max is different from kissing Liz. His stubble scrapes against Kyle’s chin, and his teeth clack against Kyle’s at first before they adjust the angle. Max bites at Kyle’s bottom lip and soothes it with his tongue, and Kyle lets him. He can feel Liz still holding his hand, still connected to him, and he lets that be his anchor.
When Max pulls away, he’s breathing hard and staring at Kyle. He bites his lip, and Kyle tracks the movement, feeling a little thunderstruck.
“Damn,” Liz breathes out quietly.
That shakes Kyle out of his kiss-induced stupor.
“But the portal,” Kyle reminds them. They have had enough alien surprises for one day.
Max springs into action, readying himself next to the trash bin. Kyle and Liz take up their previous positions, and the three of them quickly cover up the portal with it. Then they walk out of the New Roswell High cafeteria hand-in-hand, with Kyle in the middle.
Maybe Kyle should have realized this before an alien portal messed with his life, but sometimes it does take three instead of two.
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Date: 2023-08-06 05:54 am (UTC)I absolutely cackled at the portal being inside the high school! XD But awww, finding out it was because of Liz and Kyle's high school marriage pact was super cute. I loved how sweet Kyle's new OT3 vision of the future is. And when they finally all kiss, it's so hot and intense and full of feelings. No wonder Kyle is thunderstruck. :D
They are obviously well-versed in early morning banter, and he feels like he’s intruding. Awww, Kyle.
Every time his sleeves slide down, he’s reminded that he’s wearing Max’s shirt. Loved this moment.
Liz and Max are his people, however they’ll have him. He knows that in his bones in a way he hadn’t realized before. Ahhh, so sweet!!
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Date: 2023-08-19 04:33 am (UTC)