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by Annie, Kristin, Bri, Cole and Mark
by Liz, Carol, Lisa, Mark and Monica
Outside of Yosemite, California – Journal
I’m Liz Parker (Evans), and it has begun,
again. You see I have recently been married, to not just any man but my
soul mate, my true love, who just happens to be from another planet. Yet,
once again that alien-ness has threatened to weave its way back into our
already complicated lives. I saw this girl, I felt this girl, but I am not
sure exactly how to express what I saw to the others. She is… odd. Not
someone like me, or Maria, or Kyle. Rather, someone like Max, Isabel, or
Michael. She is someone “different.”
It all happened at the Carnival, a typical place
for happiness, for childhood fun. And once again, an alien found a way to
turn this simple pleasure upside-down. Everyone keeps asking how I am so
sure that this girl, this being, is different. The truth is that I really
don’t know how I do – I just do. She just is. How is it possible to
explain something like a future version of my husband coming to visit me,
telling me these things? How do I explain this to anyone without getting
myself committed to the mental ward?
I tried to explain to the others that I thought
the mystery girl I had a flash of might be different, but they didn’t
want to accept it without more proof. It gets so frustrating sometimes,
like they don’t want to listen every time I stick my neck out for them.
Of course Max believes me, he trusts me completely. Don’t get me wrong,
I can understand where the others are coming from. I mean I have felt the
fear and hunted feeling over the past few months too, but that it still
does not compare to living a whole life in this manner. I was onto
something, I knew it.
I had thought that Yosemite might help to settle
things down a little, help Max to relax some of his control demons, allow
Isabel to see that we really are here for her. I thought Yosemite could be
a place for Maria and Michael to start working on their relationship, and
give Kyle a chance to bond more with the people he is forever linked to. I
guess that deep down I hoped that maybe, if even just for a short time, we
as a group could just pretend to be normal. Possibly forget about the
problems that plagued us and be normal teenagers, normal high school
grads, normal newlyweds. I suppose, at least for most of us, it happened.
Yet, the universe decided to crash my little
party. Ever since I got the flash of this girl’s dying mother, I can’t
seem to get it out of my head. All that I hear in the silence of the night
is the echoing voice of “Find him, find him.” I haven’t had a flash
like this since the premonition that I had of Max, Isabel, Michael, and I
dying at graduation, and even that didn’t linger around for days. Funny
how sometimes a gift can also be a curse. I think I can understand now how
Max might feel about his ability to heal others.
Max is sleeping right now. He looks so peaceful,
like an angel sent from heaven above. Sometimes I think that he might be
one, sent to me to teach me a lesson about life and how things really are.
When I wonder how different things would be if I had never met Max Evans,
I realize that I wouldn’t be the same person that I am today. Life
without him wouldn’t even be possible. Max and I are as much one person
as I am a new person.
Problems can come and go, but one thing will
remain the same. Nothing will change how I feel about Max… or my
friends. As sappy as it sounds, I know we can handle whatever comes our
way, as long as we have each other. And in the morning, we will decide
what to do about my latest vision and the girl. We will face this new
“So all we have to go on is that this alien is
a girl with red hair,” Michael grumbled. “Nothing else… Like tall,
short, thin, fat, green skin…”
“C’mon, chica,” Maria intervened, before
Michael went too far. “There’s nothing else you can tell us?”
Liz ran her hand through her hair in
frustration. “It happened too fast. Plus, these images were powerful…
intense. And we were only connected for a moment. They really knocked me
for a loop.”
Kyle began to pace back and forth. “Now, are
you sure it’s an alien? Not just some random spark of power that
happened to land on the closest person?”
“I know what I saw,” Liz stated flatly, only
because she was struggling to keep her emotions in check. “She’s an
Max slowly began to rub her shoulders, bending
over to lightly kiss her on the top of the head. He could sense the
tension rolling off her in waves, like how heat creates a desert mirage.
“No one is doubting what you saw,” Max told
her, eyeing the rest of the group pointedly. “What we need to do now is
to figure out what our next step should be.”
“We need to find her,” Isabel finally chimed
in from her normally quiet perch in the corner of the room. “And when we
do, we get rid of her.”
“Isabel,” Max scolded, reeling that his
sister would say such a thing. “We can’t just kill her. Not without
finding out who she is, what she wants. It’s just not that simple.”
Isabel stood up straight. “Yes it is Max. I,
for one, am tired of living in fear. First, we are on the run from the
FBI. Now we have to add more aliens hunting for us too? I say we eliminate
one of the threats. Since we can’t eliminate the FBI,” she trailed
Liz slowly got up from her seat and approached
“But something is different here. Max is
right.” Liz registered the little scoff she got from Isabel, but kept on
going anyway. “Yes, whoever it was that I bumped into was an alien.
However, there was more to it than that. The connection was so strong, I
need to know why. We all need to know why.”
“Fine,” Isabel conceded, sitting back down
in her chair. “Does anyone have any brilliant ideas on how to find
“The carnival!” Michael exclaimed.
Everyone in the room turned to look at him.
“What?” Michael asked. “It makes sense. That’s where Liz ran into
her. It’s a crowded place, which makes it easy for her to hide, so I
doubt that she would be far from it.”
“And Spaceboy hits one out of the park,”
Maria jested, rolling her eyes. She said it with a smile though, to let
him know that she was just kidding.
“That’s a great idea,” Kyle added. “We
can find her and keep an eye on her. Find out what she’s up to.”
“Sounds good,” Max decided, still not
removing his eyes from his sister. He knew that something was wrong with
her, something more than just her losing Jesse. He could feel a change in
her, something powerful. He just found himself hoping that she would start
confiding in one of them. At this point he didn’t care who, just
“Alright then,” Liz broke the silence that
befell the group. “I say we split up and search.”
“But who will go with who?” Kyle asked.
“I’ll go alone,” Isabel called out.
“I’ll go with Liz,” Maria said at the same
Both Max and Michael turned to look at her.
“No offense Max,” Maria continued. “But Liz and I need a little girl
time. Besides, she has some kick-ass powers, so I’m safe.”
“Well, what about the rest of us?” Michael
questioned, a little annoyed by Maria’s reluctance to go with him.
“You two can go together,” Maria said,
gesturing between Max and Michael. “A little male bonding might do you
two some good.”
“What am I?” Kyle chimed in. “Chopped
“No,” Maria muttered defensively. “No,
it’s just that someone has to stay here and watch the van. Kind of hold
down the fort, you know.”
“Fine,” Kyle sighed. “I’ll be the
glorified guard. Safer that way, I suppose.” He rolled his eyes.
“I’m thinking more along the lines of
rent-a-cop,” Michael added dryly.
“Wasn’t that your last job Michael?” Kyle
said as he stood up, moving towards him, but Isabel held him back.
“Okay boys, is everything decided now?” she
exclaimed, looking for a sign from each of them that they weren’t going
to kill each other. Kyle nodded slightly, looking down at her holding on
to his arm. “Good,” she grumbled. “Let’s just get going.”
Max passed out the three portable VFR radios
they had picked up while at a flea market in Arizona.
“Okay. We will drive to the carnival, perform
our search, and meet back here in one hour. Any trouble, and get on the
horn… otherwise maintain radio silence, got it?”
Everyone mumbled their agreement as Liz moved
closer to Max. “Be careful,” she whispered, leaning in to give him a
The others began packing their gear. It was only
a few minutes’ drive to the carnival from here, but they had learned
from hard experience that it was always best to come prepared.
“You too,” he said softly, kissing her
lightly on the cheek. “Radio me if anything happens, anything at all.”
Liz looked up into his compassionate eyes. “I
will. Trust me. Even if I wouldn’t, you know that Maria would, so
we’re all squared away there.”
Max gave her a small smile before bending his
head down to taste the sweetness of her lips. You never know when it may
be your last.
“Maxwell,” Michael uttered, breaking the
moment. “Are you ready?”
Max took a step back, his jaw clenching.
“Sure,” he managed to bite out.
Isabel watched as Max and Michael loaded up the
van, followed soon after by Liz and Maria. She was just about to head out
herself, when Kyle put his hand on her shoulder.
“Isabel, can I talk to you for a minute?”
Turning around, Isabel let out an exasperated
sigh. “What is it, Kyle? I need to get searching.”
Kyle looked her straight in the eyes. “I saw
you Isabel,” he told her sincerely.
Isabel’s eyes widened slightly in horror. “I
have no idea what you are talking about Kyle,” she said coldly. “You
“I saw you mindwarp,” he whispered, leaning
in slightly even though none of the others were around. “One second no
one was sitting on that bench at the carnival, and then the next second
Pulling away, Isabel took a few steps back.
“So what! I mind warped a little. Michael got Max’s powers when he
died. Must be some genetic thing we didn’t know about yet. Nothing to
Kyle couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Who
did she think she was talking to? Hell, his whole world changed because of
a mindwarp, and this was supposed to be no big deal? Kyle could feel his
anger left over from Tess rising, only this time he wasn’t going to
fully stop it. Reasoning hadn’t worked, neither had space. Now he was
going to resort to anger to break open the wall that Isabel had built
around herself again.
“That is a bunch of crap and you know it,”
he exclaimed, a little surprised that still had it in him.
Isabel could only stare at him. “Great
Kyle,” she retorted a moment later. “Just yell me. That is really
going to solve this.”
Kyle took a step towards her. “It might not
solve it, but it might just be enough get you to ask for help. We all know
what is going on, Isabel. You can’t hide it forever.”
“You told them,” Isabel gasped. “How could
you do that! It’s not your decision - ”
“No, I didn’t tell them anything yet,”
Kyle confessed. “But you can’t keep this a secret forever. Max and
Liz, Michael and Maria… they know that something is up with you, that
you’re withdrawing. It’s only a matter of time before they figure out
the big reason why.”
“And what would you know about it Kyle,”
Isabel cried in frustration. “Do you think I asked for this? Hell, it is
just another thing that has been shoved on to me, and now I have to deal
with it. Which I will do, by myself, as usual.”
“Just like you did when Alex died,” Kyle
blurted out hastily. However, the second the words left his mouth, he
regretted them. The expression that crossed Isabel’s face made him feel
“You son of …” Isabel started, choking on
the words as they came out of her mouth. “Leave me alone!” she
demanded, and was gone. Kyle watched as she stormed out, running out to
the van and slamming herself in.
“Could I have been more stupid?” he scolded
himself. “I can’t just let her go off like that.”
Quickly, Kyle ran around the small economy hotel
room they had stayed at tonight, searching for his shoes and jacket.
Isabel wanted to get away from the carnival after the incident with the
little girl, so they had stayed there. A few minutes later, he ran out the
door, locking it hurriedly behind him. Isabel gave him the dirtiest of
looks when he began to approach the van.
“This is going to be like finding a needle in
a haystack,” Michael scoffed, glancing around at all the people near
them. “A red headed needle, that is.”
Max rolled his eyes. “Very funny.”
“Yup,” Michael added. “I’m a regular
comedian. Just call me George Carlen.”
“I was thinking more along the lines of Bozo
the Clown,” Max jested, a smirk on his face.
“Whose the funny man now,” Michael grumbled,
then stopped suddenly. “Red head, two o’clock,” he whispered to Max.
“My clock or your clock,” Max asked, still
trying to be funny.
Michael let out a deep sigh. “Jesus, just look
over there,” he ordered, gesturing with his hand.
Max turned his head, catching a glimpse of the
red headed girl just before she disappeared behind a booth. She was about
five feet, five inches tall and a little chubby, wearing jeans and a white
Michael looked at Max. “So what’s our
move?” he asked stealthily.
“You go around to back of the booth, and
I’ll follow her from the front,” Max told him, going into full
commando mode. “Keep your eye out for anything strange.”
“Duh,” Michael retorted.
“Just go,” Max ordered, pointing towards the
They both crept along their separate ways. Max
watched as the girl walked in-between two booths, heading towards a ride
off in the distance. Then, he saw Michael approach the girl from behind.
“Damnit” he groaned.
Next, he watched as a man as tall as Michael,
but much beefier around the midsection, headed towards them. And he
didn’t look happy. That could only mean trouble.
“Michael,” Max called out, rushing towards
the little group. “Where have you been?”
The three just looked at him. “Do you know
him?” the beefy guy asked, pulling the red headed girl towards him like
she were a wrestling trophy.
Max nodded. “He’s my brother. He wandered
off.” Then Max turned towards Michael. “Mom has been so worried!”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
Max gave him the distinct
you-better-go-along-with-this look. “You know how she worries when you
wander off this close to medication time.”
The girl gave him a knowing look. “He’s not
all together is he?” she whispered.
“No,” Max snorted, using all of his control
not to laugh. “Well, I better get him back, hope he didn’t bother
you.” Max reached out and grabbed Michael roughly by the arm, pulling
him in the other direction.
When they were a safe distance, Michael pulled
his arm out of Max’s grasp. “What the hell did you do that for?”
“The guy was going to pound you,” Max
informed him. “What did you say to her anyway?”
“I just asked if she was sending your wife any
weird vibes,” Michael said.
“No wonder the guy wanted to clobber you,”
Max groaned. “Have you ever heard of tact, Michael?”
Michael shrugged his shoulders. “Takes too
much time. I just say what I mean, if they can’t deal, well that’s not
my problem. Besides, I could have taken him, piece of cake.”
Max gave him a sarcastic look. “So what
now?” he questioned, looking out at the sheer number of people around
“I guess we could keep looking,” Michael
“And see how many red heads you can piss
off?” Max added. “I don’t think so. Let’s just make a quick sweep
of the grounds, and then go find the girls.”
Michael nodded. “Sounds like a plan.”
“Oh... carnies, carnies everywhere. So, what
exactly are we looking for here, Liz? Any redhead within the tri-state
area, or is there something more local we’re in search of?” Maria said
as she searched the crowd conspicuously.
Liz sighed. “I just have a feeling that I will
know what I am looking for when I see it... her... whatever.”
“Great... thanks— that helps a bunch,”
Maria said sarcastically.
Liz eyed their surroundings. “I wish I could
explain better about what I saw, but you know how my flashes have been
going... kind of impressionistic, you know?”
“Perfect,” Maria grumbled.
“I know that she has red hair,” Liz said
defensively. “That’s something.”
“That’s all you can give me?”
“Vibrant red hair,” Liz bit out. “Oh, and
she can run.”
“So, it’s a vibrant red-haired runner now,
eh,” Maria retorted, eyeing a girl near one of those booths where
goldfish could be won.
“Yes, vibrant red hair is what I saw... I wish
I could give the shade a name... then maybe that would help you since you
change your color every five seconds,” Liz trailed off and looked at
“Oohhhhh,” Maria taunted. “Harsh.”
“Sorry, ‘Ria... just a little on edge
here,” Liz apologized. “It just always happens, you know?”
Maria looked at Liz. “What happens?”
“Everything seems to be settled and then
something new comes along, stirring things back up again,” Liz
explained. “Max and I were in line for food, happy... just off our
honeymoon... it still should be the happiest time in my life and here I
am, no offense, not even with Max, searching for an alien.”
Maria nodded her head in realization. “I know
what you mean, chica,” she said softly.
“But if this is how it is going to be, then it
is fine with me... I’ll do anything as long as it includes keeping Max
and the rest of you safe. I couldn’t imagine life without him.” Liz
said with a secret smile.
“I’m totally with you,” Maria sighed.
“Looking back on everything, I am glad that I rejoined the alien chaos.
If I had stayed in Roswell, I just know the FBI would have taken me into
custody. I mean, they had pictures of Michael and me together. I don’t
know I ever told you this, but when Michael was going to leave before
graduation, he said some amazing things to me. He left me speechless,
which you know rarely ever happens. You know, I didn’t even know
Spaceboy had feelings that deep, but that was the moment when I knew my
path-- when I knew I didn’t want to be anywhere else. Oh, and the
mind-blowing hot alien sex doesn’t hurt either... right?”
Liz blushed, “Uh, No, it certainly
They giggled together, Maria making rough
examples with her hands.
Liz laughed. “Maria, stop it!”
Maria just couldn’t pass up the opportunity to
get some details out of her best friend. “Amazing, wasn’t it?”
“That doesn’t eeeeeeeeeven begin to describe
it,” Liz said with a wide smile.
“Now, you got it...I am surprised you and Max
waited all this time...”
Liz rolled her eyes. “Really,” she asked,
Maria nodded her head vigorously.
Liz couldn’t help but giggle at Maria’s
reaction. “I’m glad you made the decision to come with us ‘Ria. I
couldn’t imagine doing this without my best friend.”
“I know you would be lost without me, but
enough of this mushy girl stuff,” Maria said as she laughed too. “So,
you were just in line and you got a flash?”
“No, I was going to the bathroom and I saw
this girl who looked odd to me, so when I walked past her, I kinda brushed
her shoulder. Then I got a bunch of images from her. I almost fell and had
a hard time walking for at three hours after that.”
Maria raised one of her eyebrows. “And all you
remember is the red hair? Creepy, if you ask me.”
“Yeah the images didn’t last long. I just
remember seeing this girl with long red hair leaning over someone lying on
the ground. I remember that they were talking, but it was all really
strange, like, surreal. They kept talking about finding ‘him’, whoever
“Do you have any idea what it means?” Maria
“I’m not sure, but it felt like my head was
on overload... I know there were more images, maybe tons more, my mind
just couldn’t process all of them. I guess I only make a so-so alien
hybrid,” Liz said, chuckling.
The two girls kept walking around their area of
the carnival, not even catching one vague glimpse of a redhead.
“This is useless...” Liz groaned as she
“Wait... Liz, look over there,” Maria said,
pointing to a redhead who was buying cotton candy at a popular stand.
“Maria, are you serious?” Liz started to
“What?” Maria asked, shrugging her
“That’s not a woman...that’s a man!”
“Oh,” Maria said, as she watched the
long-haired redheaded man turn around and walk away from the stand. He
appeared to be one of the carnival’s band members, or perhaps part of a
traveling freak show. “I guess you’re right. Wonders never cease I
guess,” she laughed.
The two girls began to walk in the other
direction, wondering if the redheaded mystery woman even existed.
“Hey! Maria look over there,” Liz quietly
exclaimed, as she tapped her best friend in the side and nodded her head
towards the line of the Ferris wheel.
“Come on,” Maria scoffed. “Sure that is
vibrant hair, but I am willing to bet the whole $17 in my pocket that she
is not a ‘real’ redhead -- that is so not even real. I mean, my god,
you can see her roots from here!”
“Maria, you are not helping,” Liz said as
she watched the woman. “But you’re right, it isn’t her.”
“We’ll find her, Liz,” Maria reassured
Liz. “Eventually... I mean she has got to be around her somewhere.”
“This is so useless,” Liz cried out in
frustration. She rubbed her forehead and groaned out loud. “There are
tons of people here. The odds are so against us.”
Maria looked at her watch. “I wonder if the
others have had any luck.”
Liz took a deep breath. “Who knows?”
Maria snapped her fingers as an idea came to
her. “Maybe she took off because she got some flashes from you. It
could’ve happened, right?”
“I suppose it’s possible,” Liz said,
contemplating Maria’s theory. However, she shook it off immediately.
Deep down, Liz knew the girl was still around there somewhere. It was
almost as if she could feel her presence among the crowd.
“Why don’t you go check in with Michael and
Max,” Liz suggested. “See if they have found anything. I bet they’re
around here somewhere. Tell them we haven’t seen anything that is full
“What are you going to do?” Maria
questioned. She crossed her arms and positioned herself more fully in
front of Liz.
“First, I am going to go to that bathroom over
there,” Liz said as she pointed to a cement structure a few feet away.
“Then I am going to grab a big pickle and be right behind you.”
“Maybe I should stay with you,” Maria
suggested, not really liking the idea at all.
“No, I’m fine,” Liz told her. “I just
need some time alone to pull myself together.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah, I will be with you and the guys in a
few minutes,” Liz added for reassurance.
“All right, we’ll see you in a few minutes
over by the nacho and funnel cake stand.”
“Yeah,” Liz said as she walked away towards
the bathrooms, leaving Maria standing alone amongst the strangers.
Once Maria saw that Liz was safely to the
bathrooms, see turned, shook her head, and went to find Max and Michael.
Liz went into the smelly public bathroom and
waited in the short line for her turn. When she came out, she went to wash
her hands. She looked at herself in the mirror and splashed water on her
face. You have to pull yourself together, Liz.
“If only I could remember more,” she said as
she watched the water drip from her face. “What did you see?” she
asked her reflection.
“Focus,” she chided herself.
As hard as she tried, nothing new came to her.
She shook her head as she gave her face one more splash and grabbed a
paper towel. Liz wiped her hands, threw the paper towel in the garbage,
and exited out the same door in which she came. Liz carefully made her way
through the crowd on her way to the pickle stand. Careful as she was, a
lanky teenager fell into her after being pushed by his buddy, sending her
flying into the crowd - and person next to her. All of a sudden, the world
went blank and image after image started throbbing through her mind like a
fast-action slide show.
It was as if Liz was watching her life flash
before her eyes from someone else’s perspective. She watched herself
sitting on her balcony writing her journal about three years ago, her
thoughts ringing through her head as if she was speaking them aloud. She
saw the shooting from Max’s point of view, with him running to her side
immediately after, with no hesitation, even though Michael pleaded for him
to stop. She watched Max fixing her hair thing at the Crash Festival right
after they tried to deflect Valenti from their trail. She looked into the
Crashdown as Michael returned her journal. She watched Michael and Maria
bickering, for the 167th time. She felt her heart leap into her
throat as she relived her and Future Max dancing on the balcony, and how
she felt when he disappeared.
Suddenly, Liz was flash forwarded to Las Vegas,
and she watched all of them enter the hotel together. She saw Alex and
Isabel dancing at Prom. And then, unexpectedly, Alex’s funeral. Her
father. Her grandmother. A baby, a few months old with a hint of red hair.
The V-constellation, blinking at her. The map of the alien symbols in the
sand in front of the pod chamber. Tess, Max, Isabel, and Michael in a four
square. Herself, Max, Isabel, and Michael in the four square. And then,
Max, Isabel, Kyle, Maria and herself surrounding Michael, in his mind,
trying to bring him back from the sickness the sweat had caused.
The images stopped coming, leaving Liz in awe as
she regained her surroundings and looked up into the brightest green eyes
she had ever seen. The pretty young woman turned and ran into the crowd,
terrified, disappearing immediately. Liz tried to follow her, but it was
useless, she couldn’t stand.
“Liz!” Max yelled as he, Maria, and Michael
caught up to her.
“We – we have to hurry... I just saw her
“What?” Michael asked, helping Max pick Liz
up off the ground.
“She is here... and close... I just ran into
her and it was like a massively strong connection. Not like the one with
you,” she said, holding her head and looking straight at Max. “But
almost as strong. I think she knows who we are somehow.”
Deep down, Liz also had a feeling she knew who
the girl was, but needed more proof to convince herself.
Isabel had been walking around the perimeter of
the carnival for almost an hour now. She was sick of this place, it
disgusted her. No one with red hair had even entered her line of sight,
but Isabel was not about to give up. She was tired of running, tired of
hiding. This time she wasn’t going to take the threat lying down.
Instead, she was going to hunt it down and eliminate it, no matter what
Max or Michael said.
The funny thing was, however, she was still
running in a way. Deep down, Isabel knew it, but that didn’t make it any
easier to deal with. Now she could mindwarp. Like Tess used to. Like Tess
had done to Alex, killing him in the process.
Isabel could deal with the fact that she used to
be someone who had betrayed her family. That she used to be Vilandra.
Hell, Max and Michael had forgiven her a dozen times for it. Yet
somewhere, lurking in her soul, Vilandra was hiding, was still part of
her. And now she had a new power to play with. Isabel had no idea how that
might affect her or what she was going to do with these new powers.
The thoughts kept running through her head, over
and over again. Then, suddenly, something else caught her attention. It
was a petite red headed girl, twenty years old at the most. The girl
appeared to be normal, but looked frightened. No funky clothes combination
or weird hairdos, just normal. “Almost too normal,” Isabel thought,
remembering back at how she hid her differences from others. “Jean
jacket, blue tee, jeans,” Isabel made a mental list of the girl’s
But it was something else that was striking
Isabel as strange. She couldn’t quite place it, but she decided to
follow the girl anyway. Keeping a safe distance away, Isabel noticed how
the girl kept ducking behind trees or booths, sort-of like she knew she
was being followed, or was afraid of being followed. Then, the girl
stopped, and Isabel found herself and the girl, cornered in the remotest
part of the park.
“I knew this was a bad idea,” the girl
mumbled to herself as she started pacing back and forth¸ looking behind
her warily. “I never should have come.”
Those words sparked Isabel’s interest. She
quickly ducked behind the nearest tree where she could hear what the girl
was saying without getting noticed. “Okay, Red,” Isabel whispered.
“Time to let me hear all your secrets.”
“God,” the girl cried out in frustration.
“She could be anyone,” she sighed, running her heads thought the thick
mane of hair. “Damnit. I’ve bumped into her twice, and both times have
knocked me for a loop.”
“She’s got to be talking about Liz,”
Isabel thought to herself.
However, the girl kept right on going with her
soliloquy. “I know what I have to do,” she muttered to herself, as she
brought her hand up, resting it just below her neck. She started to finger
a pendant hanging there from a chain, which was kept hidden under her
That’s when Isabel noticed it. The pendant…
it was a symbol. Identical to the one that Max had given to Liz, the one
she had found in Atherton’s basement.
Isabel let out a small gasp of realization. She
had found the alien, the threat. Now she could stop it… right here,
Out of the corner of her eye, Isabel saw the
girl begin to storm off, a glint of determination in her eyes.
“Oh no you don’t,” Isabel whispered. “I
am not going to let you hurt any of them.”
That’s when Isabel saw the van. One of those
economy sized vans, moving way too fast. Perhaps it was out of control, or
perhaps she just wished it was. It would never have enough time to make a
stop, poor thing. Not that anyone was going to see anything anyway. They
were sheltered from the rest of the carnival by the cluster of trees that
lined the perimeter.
Isabel closed her eyes and began to throw all of
her energy into a mind warp. This was the first time she had ever
consciously attempted to create one on purpose, and soon Isabel found
herself sucked into it. It was almost as if she couldn’t stop – it was
a mental addiction. The energy consumed her like fire, and it was taking
all of her strength to focus what she could on the driver and the alien
She didn’t hear Kyle come up behind her, or
him yelling at her, shaking her in an attempt to bring her out of the
trance. At least until he saw what she was going to do.
“Oh no,” Kyle exclaimed when he spotted the
van headed straight towards the red headed girl. It was as if they
didn’t even see each other. Kyle turned to Isabel, and he knew what she
It only took a moment for Kyle to react. He ran
as fast as he could towards the girl. She screamed as he grabbed her
around the middle, throwing both of them out of the way of the moving van.
Hitting the ground with a thud and rolling in
the dust, Kyle vaguely heard the van’s tires screeching to a halt before
it hit a tree. However, most of his attention was on the girl struggling
in his arms.
“Let me go!” she cried, kicking and
Kyle just laid there for a moment, half dazed
and half entranced. But he quickly came out of it when he felt her teeth
sinking into his arm. “Ow!” he yelled out, jerking his arm away.
“What the hell,” he asked. “I pushed you out of the way of that
van!” Then, he looked down at his arm, watching the as the teeth marks
began to swell. “Save someone’s bacon and they bite you? There’s an
A few tears trickled out of the girl’s eyes.
“Please let me go.”
Too late. They both saw the rest of the gang
approaching at the same time. The girl made another move to get away, but
Kyle held fast with his uninjured hand.
“Oh my God,” Liz shouted. “Are you two
Kyle finally stood up, unintentionally pulling
the girl with him. She was perfectly comfortable staying on the ground, as
far away from these people as possible. “Yeah, we’re okay, I think.”
“What the hell happened?” was Michael
“A van almost hit her,” Kyle explained,
leaving out the biggest piece of information- that Isabel had used a
mindwarp to almost kill someone. Then it hit him. “Isabel,” he yelled,
rushing off to the trees, searching for the spot where he had left her.
The rest of the group followed him, the girl
included, only because Kyle had yet to let go of her. They found Isabel
sitting, leaning cock-eyed up against a tree, her eyes clamped shut. A
pained expression clouded her face.
Max knelt down next to her. “Isabel,” he
whispered. “Isabel, open your eyes. Please Iz.”
Slowly, her eyelids fluttered. “Did it
work?” she choked out.
Kyle watched her. “No,” he said dryly. “It
didn’t work Isabel.” He looked down and away from her, trying to keep
his emotions in check.
A weak cry forced its way from deep down inside
her, breaking open the floodgates and spilling out on the dusty earth
beneath her. For the first time since they had all left Roswell, Isabel
felt tears overtake her in public. She began to shake, sobs pouring from
her. As much as it hurt, it also felt good to let the terrible truth out.
In the meantime, Liz found herself staring at
the girl trying to wrench herself away from Kyle. The same green eyes,
vibrant red hair, she thought. It was her, Liz just knew it. “It’s
you,” she stated, never flinching in her gaze.
The girl’s movements stopped. She lifted her
head, meeting Liz’s stare. “I have no idea what you are talking
about,” she said weakly. “Now please let me go.” She began
“We’re not going to hurt you,” Liz tried
to reassure her.
However, the girl started to shake her head
furiously. “I don’t think that almost getting me hit by a truck backs
up that last statement.”
“That’s not what happened,” Maria chimed
“Yes it is,” Kyle mumbled flatly.
The entire group looked at him, including
Isabel. She met his eyes, and immediately knew what he was talking about.
“Tell them Isabel,” Kyle demanded. “Tell
them what happened.”
The tears immediately stopped flowing from
Isabel’s eyes. “You bastard!” she cried out, stumbling to her feet.
She could feel everyone’s eyes now focus on her, but she didn’t care.
All she wanted to do was get out of there. So she stormed off into the
woods, making her way towards the cabins.
They all watched as she walked away. “What’s
happening?” Max demanded to know, directing most of the comment at Kyle.
“The mindwarp,” Kyle whispered, watching
Isabel’s disappearing form.
“Did you just say ‘mindwarp,’ Kyle?”
Came Liz’s distant inquiry.
That is when the girl took her chance. She
yanked at her arm, finally managing to free it from Kyle’s strong hand.
Then, she ran, going as fast as her agile legs could carry her.
Michael only took a second to react. He rushed
off after her, follow closely by Maria. Kyle reacted too, only going in
the opposite direction - he went after Isabel.
Kyle had to practically run to keep up with
Isabel’s long strides. “Isabel,” he panted, “Slow down!”
She stopped and whirled around, furoious.
Kyle’s eyes grew perplexed as she lifted her hand in front of her, palm
up, as though she were going to blast him. Kyle knew that she was
cautioning him, trying to keep him away, but for some reason he kept
running, and only yelled, “What the!”
Before she had a chance to respond, Kyle had run
right into her hand. A shot of energy was released, the sheer force of it
sending him stumbling backwards. “I said to stay away from me,” she
Kyle just stared in disbelief as she promptly
turned on her heels and began walking again, her long, shapely legs
swishing as they brushed together underneath her skirt. He thanked Buddha
for the view, but cursed his ability to control himself. “Karmapa, help
me,” he muttered under his breath, and immediately began following her.
She finally slowed down as they neared the
cabins. This was his last chance to get his feelings off his chest, while
they were alone.
He grabbed her as she neared the door. She
turned around and looked at him, more irritated than before. What could he
possibly want? After all, he has spilled her secret to the entire group.
There was nothing left that he could do.
“Isabel, I really wish you would stop this
mind warping crap while you have the chance. You see what it did to Tess,
and the rest of us for that matter. What it almost made you do. It’s
“Well, I’m not Tess,” came the mocking
“I’m not so sure,” Kyle bit out. “You
almost killed that girl. I don’t want to see anyone get hurt, Isabel.
“Spare the sentimentalities, ‘Theo’. I can
And before he could protest, she had
disappeared, just like that. He could hear the twigs crumble under her
feet as she stomped off into the woods, away from the cabins.
The group decided the best course of action
would be to rent the same rooms they had at Yosemite again that night and
stay there. The clerk looked at Max quizzically when he handed him yet
another stack of $10 bills, but they looked fine, so he didn’t question
it. “11 am Mr. Swift, thank you,” came the reply.
Liz sat cross-legged on her bed, threading her
wet hair with an ornate comb. They had left Roswell so unexpectedly; it
was the one item from home that she had brought with her, only because she
always brought it with her – that is, besides her journal. Funny that
the one reminder she had of home reminded her of someone who wasn’t even
there anymore. She signed sadly. Liz had been very close to her
grandmother. It had been excruciating to watch her die in that hospital,
with Max the Healer at a loss to save her. Max, the Healer. Max, her new
Maria sat at the end of the bed, watching the
local news on the fuzzy television screen.
“Ugh, I can’t watch this anymore,” she
snapped. “It will only depress me more.”
“Tell me about it,” Liz sighed, rubbing at
her eyes slightly. “It has been one hell of a day.”
“Yeah,” Maria exasperated, stretching out on
the bed. “You got more flashes. Isabel got ticked off, and Kyle is in
the living room either half berating himself or half meditating to Buddha
for some answers. Add on Michael being a doof and nearly getting himself
killed, and I think we have things summed up.
“Michael was just trying to help,” was
Liz’s defense. “Besides, you followed him.”
“Sure,” Maria groaned, rolling her eyes.
“If you’re going to use logic on me, the situation sounds right.
Still, he didn’t think. She could have blasted him or something.”
Liz leaned back against the headboard. “She
didn’t hurt Kyle.”
“True,” Maria agreed. “But she still got
Liz let out a disappointed sigh. “I know. But
I guess we can look on the bright side.”
Maria threw her a questioning look. “The
“We’re not dead,” Liz joked.
Maria’s left eyebrow arched in disbelief, as
she whispered under her breath, “Yah, we’re right back at square one.
Running from the FBI, and the big bad aliens, and all the hundreds of
other people who -”
Liz had quit listening to Maria; it was obvious
her mind was elsewhere.
“What’s eatin’ you?” she teased.
“Huh?” Liz responded absently, then she
stuttered, “Oh, nothing,” as she began to twiddle with her hair again.
Maria sat up, reaching for the comb. She finally
managed to wrestle it from Liz and placed on the bed nearby. “Liz,
I’ve known you forever, and you’ve never been able to keep a secret
from me yet. Not even the whole alien soap-opera. Something is bothering
you, and I’m not leaving you alone until you tell me what it is.”
Liz sighed, “It’s really nothing. I mean,
I’ve just been having weird feelings, that’s all.”
“What do you mean weird feelings?” Then her
eyes grew huge, “Oh, my gosh, you’re not preg -“
“Oh, come on, Maria. I would know if that was
Maria looked hurt, “Well, I didn’t know,
with the whole alien thing….you know? Look how fast things happened
Liz knew she was referring to Tess, and she
didn’t want to go in that direction. “I meant having flashes of that
red-haired girl. You know the one I’m talking about,” Liz clarified.
“Not at all, Liz. We’ve only been looking
for her all day.”
“I think I know who she might be.”
“That’s great, Liz!” Maria encouraged as
she opened the door. “We’ve got to tell Max! Max!!” she yelled into
the living room area, unsure if anyone heard her.
“No, Maria, no,” Liz whispered fiercely as
she slammed the door shut and grabbed Maria by the shoulders. “We
can’t tell Max.”
“But we have to,” Maria insisted. “What if
“Serena is not dangerous.”
“Serena? You know her name? Ok, Liz, what else
are you hiding from me? You know, I’m like your best friend, and I
always seem to be the last one to know anything anymore. What’s gotten
into you lately, girl? You’re even keeping secrets from Max now?”
A deep voice cut her off. “Like what?” Max
interjected, walking into the room. Liz and Maria both jumped - in their
heated discussion, they hadn’t seen Max open the door.
“What are you hiding from me, Liz?” he asked
sternly. He only got that tone of voice when he was thrust into the leader
“Oh, nothing,” Liz responded quickly. Then
her eyes dropped to the floor, guiltily. She began to ramble quickly,
“Well, nothing really important, that is. Nothing you need to worry
about. It’s not like there’s anything we can do about it anyway…”
Maria began to gather up her things and head
toward the door. “Looks like you two need to talk.”
“No, really, Maria,” Liz pleaded. “It’s
nothing. There’s nothing to talk about.”
Maria looked back and forth from Max to Liz. Liz
was her best friend, but there was something Max needed to know, and he
clearly wanted Maria to leave so he could tear into Liz about it.
“Well, suit yourselves,” she responded
flippantly. “I need to see what mischief Michael is up to. See you two
later,” she added as she closed to door behind her.
Liz began gathering up her shampoo and her
towel. “I’m going to take a shower,” she muttered, her eyes still
focused on the floor.
Max grabbed her wrist, and then swung her around
roughly as if to kiss her. But, instead, he brushed his fingers through
her damp hair. He knew good and well that she had already had her shower.
As Liz lifted her eyes to his, she saw the hurt look in them. She
couldn’t stand to see that look. Why did he always have to make it so
“Max, you don’t understand. I love you, and
it kills me to keep anything from you. But I just can’t tell you,
because it could alter the future. Bad things could happen, Max, terrible
“Terrible things could happen if you don’t
tell me,” he replied.
“Well, I guess you’re right,” she
admitted. Then it hit her like a sonic boom. The whole point of not
telling Max about the end of the world was because it would have spoiled
the whole plan, to get Max and Tess together, so she would feel accepted
and not leave the group. Tess had left Earth anyway, and now she was dead;
the plan was spoiled, so was there any point in keeping this from him?
Maybe if she got Max involved, they could find some other way to prevent
the end of the world. Maybe Serena could help. Yes, she had to tell him.
Tears began to well up in her eyes as she choked
out, “I’m sorry, Max. I’m really sorry. It has been killing me to
keep this from you all this time…”
Max’s face softened, and he pulled her head
into his chest, kissing her gently on the top of the head. “Liz, you can
tell me anything, you know that. I can’t protect you if I don’t know
what to protect you from.”
“I don’t think it’s like that. I mean, I
think she’s here to help us. You said she would be my friend.”
“Serena,” Liz choked.
“When you visited me from the future to tell
me about the End of the World… You said that Serena had helped us, our
future selves, to use the granolith to return to the past. You said, well
the future version of you said, you’d come back to…to…” she
sniffed and began to sob again, “To break us up so that Tess would have
a place in the group and stay, because…” she choked out, “Because
she would only stay if she could be your wife, and if she left, the three
of you would be too weak to withstand our enemies, and then…and then…
they would kill us all, and bring about the end of the world. Oh, Max, it
was so hard to make you think I didn’t love you, to fake sleeping with
Kyle for you, to say I didn’t want to die for you, when really I would,
a million times. I would. It was necessary Max, and I’m so sorry.”
Max pushed her tear-stained face away from his
chest so he could look at her. Despite his welling multitude of questions
and emotions, he had never seen anyone so beautiful before. Although he
was hurt that she had kept things from him, he felt compassion for her.
She had painfully gone against her nature to apparently save the world. He
leaned down and kissed her tear-stained cheek, and she could feel a huge
weight lifting off her chest. Max knew about the future.
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