Unknown Passions: Fan Fiction
Secrets of the Heart Chapter 3
Theresa carefully helped Liz over to the couch.
She slowly anchored her down on the soft fuzzy cushions.
"OK, what brings you to Harmony?" Theresa asked.
"I was in the neighborhood." Liz smiled.
"Roswell is in New Mexico. Harmony is in Maine. Why?" Theresa asked again.
Liz was silent.
"It's OK, I already know the answer." Theresa smiled at her.
Liz remained silent
"I have also had plenty of problems. I'm assuming you just wanted to get away." Theresa sat down next to her.
"Only for a while." Liz mumbled.
"As long as you want." Theresa corrected her.
"How did you know?" Liz asked.
"I've also thought of running away to Roswell. I actually had my bag packed in my room, but you beat me to it." Theresa noticed Liz laugh for a moment.
An unsettling silence overcast the room.
"Wanna talk?" Theresa asked.
"No." Liz apprehensivly shot back.
"Then what do you want to do?" the young brunette questioned.
"I want to..." she paused for a brief second. "I don't know what I want."
"Nobody does." Theresa reassured her friend.
"So true."
"Can I ask you a question?" Theresa asked.
"Shoot." Liz responded.
"What's the difference?" she questioned.
"Between what?"
"Harmony and Roswell." Theresa went on.
Liz sat there, and thought for a moment.
There were so many differences that she could never tell a word to.
"Harmony is better." was her final answer.
"Liar." an immediate response escaped Theresa's lips.
"Yeah, well it beats Roswell."
"That's only cause you live there. I would probably love a trip to Roswell right now."
"What's so wrong with your life?" Liz asked her friend.
"You don't tell, I don't tell."
"I can't tell. I'm sworn to secrecy." Liz shot back.
"Well I'm not, but I really just don't want to tell my story. For now. It's WAY too complicated." Theresa stated.
"Your life. Too complicated." Liz almost choked over her laughter.
"Look, let's get over each others problems, and just have some fun."
"I didn't come to Harmony to relive heartache or constant questions. I came to see you and have fun. Like we always did. Remember?" Liz told her friend.
"Yeah I remember. You wanted to try some extange program, but strangely enough wanted to stay in the U.S."
"And you wanted a friend."
"You came to Harmony."
"And had fun."
"I still think witches exist." Theresa noticed Liz laugh a bit.
"I may actually believe you now. I have started getting into some of the space stuff recently." Liz responded.
"You couldn't avoid it. You come from Roswell. Home of the E.T'.s."
"That's it. Roswell's most happin hangout is the Crashdown. A restruant. At least Sunnydale gets the Bronze." Liz ranted about her hometown.
"Sunnydale's real?" Theresa asked.
"How should I know. I was talking about TV Sunnydale."
"I haven't watched Buffy the Vampire Slayer since I was 15 Liz."
"Like I said. Our town isn't the most lively. It's too perfect." Liz complained.
"Oh yeah, well you don't have the Bennett's in your town. The only inperfection in that family is Kay and apparentally she was cast out or something. Even Miguel doesn't notice her." Theresa vented.
"Well you kinda have the most powerful family on the face of the Earth about 20 minutes away." Liz responded.
"I have never even met a Crane. The only places in town they can go to fit their perfect image is the country club, and that mansion atop Raven Hill." Theresa told her.
"What. The Crane's aren't perfect."
"Not even close. Mama has a ton of dirt on them. I've heard some of it. That alone could send their entire world crashing." Theresa tried to act though.
"Yet you haven't done that." Liz said.
"#1) I have no proof. #2) I have no reason to destroy the Crane's. If Luis knew what Mama and I knew he would bring them down so fast. Even Miguel knows more than him."
Liz was tempted to bring up Martin Fitzgerald, but she really didn't want to start that.
"Care to share some of this info." Liz gave a sly smile.
"There are only two ways of getting the info out of me. One involves a lot of liquor another deals with the aspects of an NC-17 movie." Theresa tried to sound cool.
"I don't drink and I have a problem with putting guns to peoples heads. I don't expect to hear this info soon."
"How bout a pact right now. Secrets remain secrets. Anything else is baderging ground." Theresa stated her idea.
"Deal." Liz put her hand in the middle awaiting Theresa's.
Theresa immeditally stuck her hand atop Liz's.
There it was.
No more questions.
No more answers.
At least it worked both ways.
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