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by Annie, Cole, Jeslyn, and Kristin
by Lisa, Lizzy, Mark, Sherry and Tiff
1. “Here We Go Again”
by Riddlin’ Kids
2. “Times Like These
(acoustic)” by Foo Fighters
3. “There, There” by
4. “My Skin” by Natalie
“Damn,” Michael cursed
softly as he read over his hours for the week.
Glancing up, he spotted his
boss serving a rum and coke from behind the bar.
“Hey, Vince,” Michael
called as he approached, then stopped when he saw the recipient of the
drink. The man looked to be in his mid-forties, wearing a crisp suit with
a loosened tie. He looked familiar to Michael somehow.
“You new around here? I
don’t think I know you, do I?” Michael asked, suspicion edging his
“No, you don’t,” the
man answered simply, then stood and tossed his money on the counter before
striding out, leaving his drink untouched.
“Rude, much?” Michael
muttered under his breath, scowling after the man’s retreating form.
Vince cracked a smile.
“That guy's been coming in for two weeks... always wearing the same
suit, same tie... and always ordering a rum and coke. Strange fella, but
he helps pay the bills.”
Michael deadpanned, “But, speaking of paying the bills, I'd like to know
why my hours suck this week. Do you really think I can make rent and put
food on the table when I'm only scheduled for twenty hours?”
“Look, Michael,” Vince
said as he picked up a glass and began to clean it. “I know you just
moved in with your girl and all, but I got a lot of guys with the same
needs. Not to mention that ever since Calypso mysteriously disappeared, so
has my biggest revenue. Just look at it out there…it’s dead.”
Michael tensed. “Yeah,
she had to skip town. Family emergency or something...” he trailed off
as the proverbial light bulb slowly turned on. “But you know, her sister
is my girlfriend and she sings too... better even.”
That caught Vince's
attention. “Calypso's sister?” he asked, the rag in his hand stopping
abruptly. “I never knew she had a sister.”
Michael added hastily.
“Well I’ll tell you
what,” Vince started. “You get your girl here a couple nights a week,
and we can up your hours.”
“And?” Michael asked.
“And, well... Maria, she
really wants these certain drapes and bed sheets...” Michael rolled his
eyes, seeing Vince’s suspicious look. “To match the walls with the
floor, or something like that. Chick things, you know? But anyways they'll
make her happy, and she always sings better when she's happy.”
Vince drawled as he opened the cash register and pulled out a few
twenties. “Here's a hundred dollars. It’s what Calypso got at the end
of the night – her twin better not disappoint.”
Michael took the money
eagerly. “You're making my night Vince, thanks,” he said, heading
towards the door.
Vince waved the wet towel.
“Go on, get your chick things.”
Outside, the evening sun
had started to set, the golden springtime rays casting long shadows down
the street. This made it difficult to see the shop signs, and Michael
almost walked past the quaint house wares shop before noticing it.
Michael searched his
memory. She had said something about “neutral tones” and “earthy
colors,” and then “layaway” but he hadn’t been paying attention at
the time. He looked forlornly into the shop and sighed. What had to be
done had to be done and he finally forced himself to open the door.
Inside he perused aisles of
various furnishings and house wares, and a lone man and his wife stood
over some gaudy His & Hers towels. She fawned at the cute
inscriptions, while the man looked bored.
Michael grimaced; the fact
that he was here of his own free will struck him like a brickbat. “Oh
God, I must be whipped…”
“Excuse me,” an older,
female voice came from behind. Michael spun around on his heels.
“Do you know where the
toiletries are?” the lady asked.
The woman smiled and went
back to her searching.
Michael just shook his
head. Determined, he strode up to the service desk. The bed sheets and
drapes Maria had picked out, but couldn’t afford at the time, had been
put aside for pickup on Friday. He vowed to himself that there would be a
time when money wouldn't be an issue.
He stepped up to the desk,
and then pulled back abruptly at the delicate scent that assaulted his
nose. From the basket of bath salts on display next to the register
emanated a rather nauseating odor. “What the heck is that?” he
wondered irritably. “Eau de fermented pineapple?”
He shook his head
disgustedly, eager to escape this place. “Excuse me,” he said, trying
to get the attention of the clerk behind the counter.
The teenage girl, who was
possibly two years younger than he, rolled her eyes. “Yes?” she asked
with an air of boredom, not even looking up from her Seventeen Magazine.
About to say something
snide, Michael stopped when he caught sight of the man in the suit from
the bar, standing by the door… staring straight at Michael.
“What the hell?”
Michael breathed, his skin starting to crawl.
“Excuse me?” the
girl said irritably, finally looking up from her article on the
best-dressed teens of the week. She straightened abruptly, seeing Michael
on the other side of her counter. “Well hey there, what can I do for you?”
she asked sweetly, glancing down at the magazine and back, trying to
nonchalantly flip back to the “best-dressed men of ‘03” pages.
Momentarily distracted by
the girl's lame attempt at a come-on, Michael glanced away from the doors
for only a split second. When he looked back, the man in the suit was
gone, and the doors weren't even left swinging.
Taking a deep breath,
Michael shook his head. “Paranoid,” he muttered. “I must be
“Excuse me?” the girl
said again, frowning.
“Oh, I need to pick up
something I have on layaway, under the name Michael Guerin,” he replied,
getting down to business and pulling out his wallet.
“Michael, huh?” the
girl said with a smile. “You know, that's always been one of my favorite
names,” she added as she pulled the order out from under the desk and
rang it up.
“Yeah? My girlfriend
likes it too,” Michael replied coldly, picking up the bags. “But
thanks just the same,” he said before heading out the door without as
much as a backwards glance. He was much more interested in where the man
in the suit had gone.
The girl exhaled softly,
melting into her chair. “What a hottie...”
“So, this is it,” Kyle
said anxiously, parking the rental car next to his old house – the house
he had called home for so long. Kyle shook his head, realizing he called
the house “old.” It seemed like he’d been gone forever, but it
looked better than he could have imagined.
Serena was looking out the
window intently, not really saying anything. Kyle said jokingly, “Geez,
I know it isn’t much to look at, but...”
“No, Kyle... it isn’t
that… it looks like a great place to grow up,” she said quietly,
fidgeting with her purse.
“Yeah, it was,” he
agreed, getting out of the car and going around to the other side to help
They were slowly walking up
the walkway when Kyle kind-of chuckled to himself.
“What?” Serena inquired
“The whole bus ride here,
I kept thinking that this place had probably changed, you know? Like I
would step in Roswell and things would be so different I wouldn’t
recognize any of it.”
“It’s all exactly the
same. The WRHS football field, the Crashdown, the Evans house… all of it
is right where I remember it, and even my house looks the same... the
shutter is still hanging by a thread. My dad’s old truck is still in its
normal place in the driveway, and the mailbox still looks like it is about
to fall over from sheer boredom,” he snorted with amusement. “I
thought that if I wasn’t here, the place would change... at least some.
But it hasn’t--not at all.”
“Exteriors can be
deceiving,” Serena murmured, looking up at him.
They arrived on the
doorstep, both nervously anticipating their reception.
“Well... here goes
nothing,” Kyle said as he gave the door a knock, the whole time watching
Serena’s eyes dart nervously around.
“You look like you just
stole a cookie from the cookie jar,” Kyle joked, trying to ease the
“What if he hates me? I
mean this is your dad, Kyle... and – and what if he doesn’t
agree of us…being together?” Serena asked, her eyes showing she was on
the verge of panic.
Smiling, Kyle shook his
head and took her in his arms, his hand rubbing her back soothingly.
“That’s not even remotely possible. How could he not like
Serena shrugged. “I
“Well I do. He’ll like
you because I like you, okay?” he said, placing a soft kiss on her
“Are you sure?” Serena
asked, still feeling insecure.
“Of course I am,” he
answered, giving her a squeeze.
Turning, Kyle knocked on
the door again, and immediately a voice came from the inside. “Hold on,
hold on, I’m coming. Keep your pants on!”
The door suddenly opened to
reveal a very disheveled Jim Valenti. He looked like he hadn’t slept in
days and might have been trying now, judging by the pajama pants and robe
he was wearing.
It took him a moment to
comprehend just who it was standing in the doorway, but Jim’s face soon
broke into a stunned smile, and he seized hold of his son’s upper arms
to get a good look at him.
“Kyle?! What in
the world are you doing here? Is everything okay? Is EVERYONE okay? I
“Dad, Dad! Hold on for a
second before you hyperventilate,” Kyle said with amused affection.
“It’s just… I’m in
shock... You guys have been gone for so long, and we weren’t sure
whether you were alive or dead, and now all of a sudden here you are on my
doorstep. Ha! I just can’t believe it!” Jim said in a tone of shocked
joy, running his hand over his face, straightening his unkempt beard only
marginally. “I’m afraid if I blink you’ll just vanish... or this is
“It’s no dream, Pop.
I’m home,” Kyle assured him with a smile.
Convinced at last that this
was really happening, Jim finally stepped out onto the entryway and closed
his arms around Kyle in a fierce hug.
“I was so scared, son. I
can’t tell you how scared I was. I thought I was never gonna see you
again,” he choked out against Kyle’s shoulder.
“I thought that too.
I’ve missed you so much, Dad,” Kyle said gently, hugging his dad back
Serena watched their
heart-warming reunion with a small smile. Kyle finally had what he’d
wanted so badly. He was back with his father.
The two men pulled away
from each other with grins as wide as the Grand Canyon. Suddenly
remembering his manners, Kyle said, “Oh! Dad, I’d like you to meet my
partner in crime.” Turning to smile at Serena, he pulled her forward and
made the introductions. “Dad, this…is Serena. Serena…this is my dad,
Jim gave Serena a warm
smile and shook her hand lightly. “It’s nice to meet you,” he
offered in his best composure.
Jim turned back to Kyle and
eyed them both. “So, what do you mean by partner in crime?”
“Well...I think we’d
better go in and sit down,” Kyle gestured into the house. Jim stood
aside and watched them passed, feeling apprehensive about this sudden
Jim followed the two into
the living room and watched them settle on the couch. Not too close, he
noticed, but not too far away either. Had his son finally found someone?
He took a seat in the recliner next to the couch and kept his eyes on
“So...” Jim started,
tidying up the junk on the coffee table.
“Well, I guess you must
be wondering who Serena is,” Kyle ventured.
“That is one of many
questions that I have.”
“We kind-of picked her up
along the way. You know, there was this whole… other thing.” Kyle
grinned sheepishly, glancing between his father and Serena. “Liz bumped
into her at a carnival and got flashes from the past.”
Serena shifted nervously in
“I see,” Jim spoke,
confusion dotting his face.
“But she isn’t an alien
or anything. Her mom had some ties with the aliens apparently, and told
her to help us out when the time came. So, I guess the time came, and here
she is...after much convincing of course. She’s been with us ever
Jim nodded, knowing that
his son would share more information when the time was right. “So where
are all the others? Here in Roswell?” he asked.
“Um...no, not exactly,”
Kyle said uncomfortably. Jim straightened in his seat.
“Kyle...what exactly is
going on?” Jim demanded.
“Liz, Max and the
others... well, they didn’t come because they had no idea that I was
coming home,” Kyle admitted.
“Kyle! Do you know how
dangerous that was?! Max is--”
“Dad, don’t do this.”
“Do what? Act
worried...act like I care? Because you know Kyle...not a day has gone by
that I didn’t worry if you were okay, if you were sick, hurt...or
worse,” Jim said as he closed his eyes, resting his head in his hands.
“We’ve had some rough
times, Dad, but I’m okay. I’m here now.”
“Yes, Kyle. I can see
“I just couldn’t be
away any longer.”
“The boy who wanted to go
and never come back to Roswell, and now he’s homesick.” Jim said
lightly, shaking his head.
“What can I say? I missed
With a tearful smile, Jim
shook his head. “I never thought I’d get to hear you say anything like
that again. I missed you more than you will ever know.”
Kyle nodded, his throat
tight with emotion, feeling the need to lighten the mood. “So, you’re
still living here in the old house? The ‘Kit Shickers’ didn’t get a
Jim smiled. “Not really
much time for the band. I gave it up shortly after you all left. I had so
much to deal with, climbing the rope at the sheriff’s department all
“Oh,” Kyle said, biting
“I had my fun, but it
didn’t pay the bills. It reminded me of you guys anyway. It just seemed
weird that you weren’t at my shows, and I missed Maria’s singing
duets. In the end, I just didn’t see the point in it.”
Kyle wanted to say what had
happened to Maria, but held that back for now. “That’s too bad. You
guys were all right.”
“Thanks. Anyway, looking
on the bright side, I am the sheriff again,” he said proudly.
“Co-sheriff with Hanson, actually.”
Kyle said sincerely. “I knew you’d get your badge back once you put
your mind to it. So…keep the info coming. What all has been going on in
“Well, everything is
pretty much the same. The Crashdown is doing well,” Jim said, scratching
his head. After a pause, he started again. “Business is better now, all
the ‘alien sightings’ and ‘FBI cover-ups exposed’ have more than
doubled the tourist trade in just one year. You realize you guys are like
celebrities around here, right?”
“Is that so?” Kyle
asked, smiling pompously.
Jim returned to scratching
Narrowing his eyes at the
gesture, Kyle asked, “And…what are you keeping from me?”
“I know when you’re
hiding something, ‘cause you always scratch your head like that,” Kyle
said as he watched Jim remove his hand from his head, looking at it
Jim sighed. “It’s hard
to say, son.”
“So, just say it.”
Jim hesitated then finally
confessed, “Kyle, your grandfather is in the hospital.”
Stricken, Kyle asked,
“What happened? Is he all right?”
“He had a heart attack.
Things are still...he’s in serious condition.”
In a wordless gesture of
sympathy, Serena reached over to take Kyle’s hand in hers, stroking it
“What are we still doing
here then, let’s go see him,” Kyle said anxiously.
conscious…” He glanced from Kyle’s anxious face to Serena’s
worried one. “But okay, if that’s what you want, we can see him.”
“Yeah.” Kyle said,
standing up immediately, not wanting to lose another moment to see his
Ava sat on the couch
reading the daily paper, trying to familiarize herself with her latest
surroundings. Life seemed to be in constant motion around her and she was
fascinated by it. The information she read in the paper was only
scratching the surface of what she really wanted to know. It was a
transitional time for her, not only moving from one place, but one phase
to another. With what little quiet time she managed to whittle out for
herself away from the prying eyes of the group, Ava found herself needing
to absorb all that she could... before it changed again. Seeing all these
other places had shown her that there were different ways to live than in
a sewer, different clothes to wear and new hairstyles and makeup to try.
She could vaguely hear
Hanley whispering on the phone in the next room, and it was distracting
her. Glancing down, she realized that she had read the same paragraph at
least three times. Sighing, she gave up in frustration. Moving the paper
up in front of her face in a casual deception, she peered around its edge
towards the cracked door and strained to make out what was being said on
the other side. Hanley’s form was visible, pacing back and forth through
the crack in the door. She had a feeling whatever it was he was talking
about, could not have been good.
However, before she could
make out any pertinent information, Hanley got off the phone. She quickly
readjusted the paper in front of her as he opened the door and
distractedly walked over to take a seat on the stool next to her. His face
was red, apparently from anger or frustration with whoever had been on the
other end of the conversation. Ava lowered her paper and studied him
“Is everything okay,
Hanley?” she finally asked.
“No, actually it’s not.
Nothing is very good right now, Ava,” Hanley replied in agitation, and
abruptly stood again. “I’m going for a walk,” he informed her,
striding briskly from the house.
Ava watched the front door
close behind him. She stood up to go into the kitchen, where she found Liz
sitting with Isabel at the table.
“Is everything okay?”
Liz asked, sensing Ava’s tension.
“I dunno,” Ava
admitted, taking a seat across the table. “I think somethin’ is goin’
on with Hanley. It jus’ seems like he knows somethin’ he’s not
tellin’. I heard ‘em talkin’ on the phone a few minutes ago and it
didn’t sound good, he split, gone.”
“Sounds worth checking
into,” Isabel suggested.
Liz nodded her agreement.
It was nice to see Isabel at least giving Ava a chance, even if she was
still a little wary of trusting her. “Any ideas on how?”
Isabel shook her head. “I
thought coming up with ideas was your department,” she lightly teased
her sister-in-law, and Liz smiled in reply, before chewing on her lip in
Lately they had all noticed
the way Hanley was acting. While he had always been concerned about their
well-being in the time they’d known him, the concern was quickly turning
into an overwhelming worry. One that got worse after each phone call he
received. And over the past week there had been several.
Liz knew that the key was
in those phone calls. “We could find out whom he’s been talking to,”
she thought aloud.
Just then, Max walked into
the kitchen. “So this is where everyone is,” he commented, looking
from his wife to his sister, and then finally glancing in Ava’s
direction. Stiffening slightly, he crossed her path with forced casualness
to stand by Liz’s side and placed his hands on her shoulders.
Ava shifted uncomfortably
in her seat when Max entered the room. Everytime they were in a room
together the tension level shot through the roof. She knew that it was a
trust issue. Most of the time, Max tried to hide it and pretend he was
giving her a chance. Most likely it was for Liz’s sake, because she gave
Ava more credit than anyone else, but it didn’t make being around each
other any easier. In fact, it was almost worse.
“Well I’ll just be goin’,”
Ava muttered under her breath. “Give
The remaining three watched
as she sauntered back towards the living room, newspaper in hand.
“What was that all
about?” Liz questioned softly, turning to face Max.
Max shrugged innocently,
wrapping his arm about Liz’s shoulders again. “I’m not sure,” he
replied, looking down at her, his gaze falling to rest on her lips. He
inched closer, his head dropping with the anticipation of tasting her soft
“Still in the room,” a
voice broke in to halt his descent.
Both Liz and Max jerked
apart and looked at Isabel, who had an amused look on her face at the
other end of the table.
“What?” she teased
defensively. “I just didn’t want you to forget that there was another
person in the room. Trust me, after all this time, I am more than used to
the two of you forgetting that anyone else is present when you start to...
you know... gravitate, or whatever it is you two do when you get
Max opened his mouth, ready
with a witty retort, but again, he found himself interrupted.
“Anyone home?” Jesse
called out from the front door.
Isabel’s face instantly
lit up as she got to her feet. “You guys can resume what you were doing.
I’m going to... you know... gravitate with my husband now,” she
said with a wicked smile, turning to hurry from the room.
Returning his attention to
his wife, Max couldn’t help the grin that crossed his face. “Are we
that obvious?” he joked.
Resting her head against
the back of her chair as she gazed up into his face, Liz grinned back at
him, nodding her head. “Actually, I think everyone would call it
oblivious, not obvious,” she corrected, her fingers reaching to brush
his defined jaw line.
“Either way,” he said,
moving his head back down towards hers. “Where were we...”
Gently, their lips met in a
soft caress, welcoming the other to what they truly considered home.
“So how are you?” Max
breathed with a soft smile as the kiss broke.
Mourning the loss of his
lips, Liz pouted a little, sighing as well. “Okay,” she answered
“Hey, how about once more
with less feeling this time?” Max teased, then winced when the words had
the opposite effect than the one he was hoping for, and Liz’s face grew
more sober still.
Sliding from her chair, Liz
moved away, wrapping her arms around herself.
Frowning with concern, Max
came up behind her, and soothingly rubbed her upper arms. “Liz, what is
it? Tell me,” he said gently.
“Things are just so tense
around here,” she admitted. “Michael and Maria, Serena and Kyle....
who’s going to go next? And now, Hanley...”
“What about Hanley?”
Max asked, his voice full of alarm.
Liz looked down to the
floor, hating that she was going to cause Max to worry about more than he
already was. “He’s just so on edge. And he’s been getting more and
more phone calls. I mean, do we even know who he’s talking to?”
Slowly, Max turned Liz in
his arms and tipped her face upwards. He could see the concern etched on
her face, realizing that this was something she had been worried about for
“I know who it is,” he
Her eyes widened. “How?
Who is it?”
Max took a deep breath.
“Last week, before Kyle and Serena left, I saw Hanley talking on the
phone and I confronted him about it. It’s his sister, Liz. She feels
that something big is coming, and I have a feeling that he’s worried
sick about her... us... about everything.”
“What can we do?”
“Lead,” Max muttered,
fearing telling her this. Being a leader, a king, was what had always
driven them apart. That was something he couldn’t let happen again. Yet,
looking into her eyes, Max knew that he had to tell her all of it, his
greatest fear. “Hanley wants me to accept the role of King again. He
told me that there are others... others who need guidance, who need their
Max nodded, tightening his
arms around her, urging her closer. “Of our kind, shapeshifters... I’m
not sure. But, according to Hanley, there are a lot of them on Earth. They
need a leader… they want me to be their leader. I guess that
something really big is coming, whether we want to believe it or not.”
Liz could feel his
hesitation, the way he was afraid to tell her any of this. She leaned into
him, moving her arms around his waist to offer what comfort she could.
“Do they have any idea what it is, this ‘something really big’
that’s coming?” she murmured against his chest.
His fingers found
themselves tangling in her hair, reveling in the feel of her. “I don’t
think so, but Hanley insists the royal four is needed to stop whatever it
is. They need our help.”
Tilting her head up, Liz
caught his gaze. “And what do you need, Max?”
“You,” he whispered,
almost choking on the word with the emotion swelling behind it. “I just
want you to be with me, I need you to be, Liz. It’s the only thing
I’ve ever wanted.”
She realized in that moment
where all this hesitation was stemming from – it was about her – he
didn’t want to lose her.
“I’ll always be with
you, wherever you go, whatever you decide to do… I’ll be by your side.
I love you, and nothing is going to change that.”
“I love you too,” Max
said softly, leaning down to capture her lips once more, but Liz had other
plans. Instead, she took his hand, leading him to their room.
tapped her pen nervously against her to-do list on the kitchen counter,
while repeatedly glancing towards the front door over and over, waiting
for something to happen there. On instinct, she strode over to the door
and opened it, even though there had been no prompt to do so. Opening the
door revealed Michael standing in the hallway, keys in one hand, and two
bags in the other. With a confused smirk, he stepped through.
“How'd you know it was
me?” he asked, setting the bags down on the table.
Maria walked around the
counter and placed her hands on her hips. “I didn't. I was only hoping.
Why are you home so late? You said ten and it's nearly twelve. I was
“And why are you
opening the door like that when you don't know who's there?” Michael
“I asked you first.”
Michael sighed in defeat,
too tired to argue. “I worked over for some extra money and talked Vince
into a bonus so I could get these.” He pushed the bags across the
counter toward her.
Maria raised an eyebrow at
the bags. “Are those from the linen store?”
Michael nodded with a small
Smiling, Maria went for the
bags. “You're forgiven.”
However, Michael moved the
bags and threw them to the couch. “But you're not. I don't want you
opening the door like that again,” he scolded. “I could have been
Maria rolled her eyes. “Michael!”
me. You may as well hang a sign on the door that says single, white
female - home alone.”
“But I'm not single,”
Maria corrected, laughing softly as she stepped up to him and wrapped her
arms around his waist. “And I’m not alone. Why are you so paranoid?”
she asked, setting her chin against his chest as she stared up at him.
Taking a deep breath,
Michael replied, “I don't know. I saw something earlier and it – it
was really nothing, but...”
“What was it?” Maria
asked, starting to unbutton Michael’s shirt.
“There was this guy...
this guy in a suit and he looked familiar. Not so much him as the way he
was dressed... it was like… like he was FBI.”
Maria's fingers stilled on
the last button, and her eyes snapped up to Michael's. “No!”
“Hey...” Michael said
softly, taking her hands in his. “I'm not sure if it was the FBI, only,
interrupted. “How many times did you have to dress up and play FBI? You
know one when you spot one… you have to tell Max.”
Turning away, Michael laid
both hands on the kitchen counter and leaned into them restlessly. “Are
you sure you want me to do that? You know what will happen.”
“No... of course I
don’t want you to, ” Maria replied without hesitation, as she
stepped up behind him and began brushing her fingers up and down his back.
“The second they think there's danger, they'll want us back under lock
Michael sighed in response.
Maria continued, “When it
comes to our future...we make the decisions, but...when it comes to
something like this, something that could affect all of us...”
Michael nodded. “They
need to know.”
Maria leaned her chin on
his shoulder. “But they don't need to know tonight, do they?”
Looking over his shoulder
at her, Michael remained quiet for a moment before shaking his head
negatively in response.
“Good, because I want a
chance to properly thank you for the linens,” Maria trailed off as she
picked up a bag and headed into the bedroom, casting a saucy look over her
shoulder as she went.
And as Michael followed, he
got a strange feeling... a feeling of calm before the storm.
and Kyle arrived at the hospital and followed the directions Jim had given
them to find Jim Senior’s room. They got off the elevator and walked
along the long hallway until they reached room 317 and paused outside the
door. Kyle took a deep breath as he read his grandfather’s name on the
label of the medical chart next to the door. It was real... his
grandfather was here... no joke. He always knew this day would come, he
just hadn’t figured it would be this soon.
“Do you want me to stay
out here?” Serena asked, her tone subdued.
“No, I want you to meet
Serena nodded and gave him
a reassuring smile. They entered the room holding hands tightly. The only
sound was the steady beep of the heart monitor machine and the slow,
ragged breaths of the old man lying on the bed.
It was so hard to see him
this way. This man barely resembled the man that had once held Kyle on his
knee while entertaining him with seemingly jovial stories of aliens.
“Hello,” a plump nurse
said, looking up from changing his IV. “I’ll be out of your way in
just a second.”
“No hurry,” Kyle said
absentmindedly as he stared at his grandfather.
“You must be the
grandson,” she said.
Kyle smiled weakly. “How
did you know?”
“You look a lot like your
father... he’s been here every day and into the night for the past week,
bless his soul. Poor thing looks like he hasn’t gotten a lick of
“How is he?” Serena
asked, nodding towards the man in the bed as she watched Kyle stare off.
“Well, not so good,
honey. He’s had a massive heart attack. The doctors thought that he
wasn’t going to make it through the night and that was a week ago when
he first came in, but he’s still here fighting.”
The nurse finished up and
walked past them, but stopped as she reached the door.
“You know,” she said
gently, “They say that even when someone’s unconscious, they can still
“Thanks,” Kyle said
The nurse gave them one
last sympathetic smile and left them alone in the room.
Kyle slowly made his way
over to the bed, taking a seat next to it in a nearby chair. Gingerly
taking hold of his grandfather’s hand, he ripped his eyes away from the
still form lying against the sheets to look up at Serena for strength.
Immediately, she walked over to him and placed a gentle hand on his
Turning his face back
towards his grandfather, Kyle swallowed. He paused for a second, before
saying faintly, “Hey, Grandpa. I’m sorry I was gone for so long, but I
was um... ‘traveling’ with some friends. Some good friends, friends
that mean the world to me, but still, it’s nice to be home. I wish I
could have been here for you and Dad.” He swallowed hard. “Anyway,
I’d like you to meet Serena. I met her while I was away, she also means
the world to me... and well,” Kyle said, his voice cracking, “I wanted
you to meet her.”
Serena gave Kyle an
assuring squeeze as he glanced up at her again, and her heart twisted when
she saw the tears gather in his eyes.
“I’m sorry I left,”
he choked out, looking back at his grandpa as tears streaked down his
face. “I missed so much time with you... so much time we could have had.
Even when I was here, I didn’t spend much time with you, things were too
hectic and I am so sorry for that.”
He paused and wiped his
tears quickly with his free hand.
“But what I’m sorry for
the most; Grandpa... was when I was young... I thought you were crazy,
always talking about aliens and how they were right here in Roswell, how
they looked just like us. I was so embarrassed. My friends made fun of me,
they made fun of you, and I never stopped them. I… I should have stopped
them,” he said harshly in self-condemnation, regret making his chest
Kyle looked at Serena once
more, her features twisted with sorrow, before going on. “The thing
is... you were right, Grandpa, about everything. And I just wanted you to
know that I know that now... and I’m sorry I ever doubted you.”
Her throat tight with
emotion, Serena kept a comforting hand on Kyle’s shoulder and reached
down to lay her other hand over his and his grandfather’s. “Hi, Mr.
Valenti, I’m Serena,” she said softly. “I know you don’t know me,
but I know you from what Kyle has told me about you, and I know that’s
only the tip of the iceberg. I’m sure there will be many stories to
come... he really loves his family, and he’s missed you so much over the
past year. I just wanted to let you know, that I will always be here for
him. He is the most amazing man I have ever met and I’m sure that has to
be a reflection of you and your son’s influence. I’ll be good to him,
Kyle gazed up at her in
wonder, his eyes still awash with tears, and knew in that moment that he
truly loved her.
“Are you sure about
this?” Maria asked again for the tenth time.
Michael looked over at her
as he reached for the doorbell, a reassuring smile gracing his face.
“I’m sure, Maria. Something is going on. We have to figure out what it
Letting out a deep sigh,
Maria conceded. “Okay.”
With that, Michael pressed
the button, and the bell chimed faintly behind the door. A moment passed,
“Still sure this is a
good idea?” Maria questioned, joking nervously.
Michael opened his mouth to
deliver a ready quip, when the door in front of them flew open.
The expression of polite
curiosity froze on Liz’s face, her jaw dropping slightly. Nothing could
have prepared her to see both Michael and Maria standing there in the
“Hello,” Maria finally
said, breaking the awkward silence.
“Hi,” Liz squeaked
“Liz?” a voice called
from the living room. “I need you to talk to Max about Michael. He has
to at least get him to come by.”
“I don’t think that’s
going to be a problem,” Liz responded weakly.
The three standing in the
doorway turned to face Hanley as he approached. For an instant, he looked
just as surprised as Liz had a few minutes before.
“Never mind,” he
recovered quickly, a smirk crossing his lips. “Are you guys coming
“Yeah,” Michael said,
moving past Liz into the apartment. Maria followed silently behind him.
Still recovering from the
fact that they had come back, Liz found herself leaning against the
doorway, millions of possible reasons for their return running through her
head – few of them good.
Hanley glanced back at her.
“Liz, you’ll need to hear this too,” he told her, motioning for her
to come into the living room.
Nodding slowly, Liz shut
the door and made her way into the living room.
looked up as everyone started to filter into the living room. “Looks
likes we havin’ a party,” she commented, putting her newspaper down.
At this rate, she was never going to finish reading it.
“This isn’t really a
party occasion,” Michael commented, taking a seat on the couch. Maria
instantly sat down next to him, eyeing Liz the entire time.
Liz, for her part, remained
standing in the archway, her eyes avoiding Maria’s gaze. Finally,
turning to Hanley, she prompted him. “What were you saying before?”
Hanley glanced at her, then
to Michael and Maria. “I was going to say, that Max--”
“Max what?” Max
interrupted questioningly, walking into the room. He stopped the second he
spotted Michael and Maria there. “What’s going on?” he asked
“Listen, Maxwell, we
don’t want to be here anymore than you want us to be,” Michael
started, but Max cut him off.
“I never said that
Michael,” he insisted. “I just didn’t agree with you two moving
“That’s not a decision
you get to make,” Michael argued.
“Which is exactly what
you wanted to prove by doing so,” Max retorted.
That brought Michael to his
feet. “That’s it,” he exclaimed, reaching out his hand for
Maria’s. “Come on, we’re leaving.”
“Don’t,” Liz pleaded,
finally looking at Maria. “Please don’t go.”
Maria shook her head.
“Why should we stay for this?”
shouted. “Everyone sit down, now! We don’t have time for this childish
The room fell silent as
everyone looked at him in surprise, and after a moment, they obediently
moved to do as he said. Isabel and Jesse walked into the living room just
as everyone got seated.
“What’s going on?”
Jesse questioned, looking around the room, surprise flickering across his
face as he saw Michael and Maria there. That was quickly replaced by an
expression of foreboding when she noted the somber expressions gracing
“You both had better sit
down too,” Hanley advised. “Everyone needs to hear this.”
Quickly, Isabel and Jesse
joined them, moving to sit down by Ava.
“Okay, Han-man.” Ava
spoke up. “What’s with the ‘tude and cryptic-ness? All ears are
open... speak already.”
“Fine,” Hanley said,
pacing back and forth. “For a couple of weeks now, I’ve been getting
phone calls. I know that you’ve all noticed.”
“From whom?” Maria
interrupted. This was all news to her and Michael.
Hanley glanced over at her.
“My sister. You see, we were all part of a tertiary mission to help you.
We knew things had gone horribly wrong down here. We were sent to help
“Well that worked out
brilliantly, didn’t it?” Michael commented sarcastically.
“Better than you
think,” Hanley replied, doing his best to keep irritation out of his
voice. “It took time to find you when we first landed. Not to mention,
you weren’t our only concern.”
This time the question came
from Jesse. “Who else is there to be concerned about?”
“Other aliens,” Hanley
admitted. “There was a faction of Khivar’s group called the Serpent
Guard... or soldiers, whatever you want to call them. Part of us were
keeping them distracted, the rest were trying to find you.”
“And you belong to the
‘finding us’ group,” Isabel said in realization.
Hanley nodded. “My sister
and brother, another shapeshifter, and I, set out to find you. The other
shapeshifter, she was found and killed shortly after landing by some of
“The skins,” Liz
confirmed. “But they are not the only ones. There are others. Newer and
tougher skins. She was captured and killed just after we landed, that’s
why my sister, brother, and I split up. It was the only way.”
“Where’s your sister
now?” Michael asked.
“We don’t give that
information out over the phone. It’s too easy to trace. But with the
twang in her voice, I would assume someplace south.”
“And your brother?”
Maria wondered aloud.
“Neither of us knows,”
Hanley admitted. “You see, they’re twins, my brother and sister, and
they have this bond between them – a telepathic bond. They’ve been
able to communicate from long distances ever since they were born. But
right now, my sister can’t contact him at all. Needless to say, she’s
freaked, which is why she’s been calling me so often. The increased FBI
activity has her--”
“FBI activity,” Michael
interrupted. “What do you mean by ‘increased FBI activity’?”
Hanley stopped pacing and
looked each person in the face. “We keep an eye on everything... aliens,
FBI, everything. When there is an increase in the activity of one, there
is almost always an increase of the other. One of the other protectors in
our network has contacted my sister. The FBI movement in various special
units here has grown in leaps and bounds over the past couple of weeks. We
believe that this means there’s something big going on with Khivar’s
“I think I saw one,”
The attention in the room
quickly shifted to him. “Saw one,” Isabel questioned darkly, her voice
sharpening with every word. “Saw one of what, Michael?”
“FBI agent,” Michael
continued grimly. “I think he’s been hanging out around my work - he
may have even been following me – but I didn’t notice him until
yesterday. That’s why we came over.”
“We’re going to have to
move soon,” Hanley muttered worriedly under his breath. “Who knows how
close Khivar’s men are to us. Not to mention....” Hanley slammed his
fist down on the end table. “Damn it!”
Max got up and moved
towards Hanley. “Tell us,” he said firmly, almost commanding.
“Kyle and Serena are out
there,” he gestured agitatedly, “without protection, and without a
single clue about what kind of danger they’re really in,” Hanley
voiced his worries. “This just keeps getting worse and worse by the
minute,” he groaned.
“But they’re both
human,” Jesse argued. “They would be the least of the FBI and this
Khivar’s worries... right?”
Liz swallowed hard.
“That’s… not completely true.”
“What part?” Maria
demanded. “Which part isn’t true?”
Hanley sighed, looking
down. “Serena is part alien,” He finally admitted, informing the whole
group. “Her mother, Yamine, was part of the original group sent to find
you after the crash. Hell, her mother is a big part of the reason any of
you are even here.”
“So Serena is part
alien?” Isabel gasped, trying to wrap her mind around the news.
“Part alien and part
human,” Liz told them. “She said that her father was human, but
she’s never met him.”
“How long have you
known?” Jesse asked, wondering how she could have kept something so
important from them.
“Awhile,” Liz admitted,
not avoiding any of their accusing stares. “It wasn’t something I
could just divulge without her permission – it’s a personal issue for
“Serena’s not the
issue,” Max told them, trying to get their minds off Liz. “She’s
proven more than once that she can be trusted.”
“That’s a joke,”
Michael scoffed. “She didn’t even see fit to tell us that she was one
of us. Being alien is a pretty big secret to keep, Maxwell.”
“I know,” Max said
abruptly. “We all do. I remember a time when we thought that hiding our
secret was all that kept us alive. What makes you think it was any
different for her?”
conceded. “Whatever. That still doesn’t help us decide what do to
next.” He turned to look at Hanley. “What do we do?”
Hanley shook his head.
“It’s not my decision,” he told them.
“Then who the hell’s
decision is it?” Michael demanded, his voice rising.
“Mine,” Max said with
quiet certainty. He moved into the center of the room, looking at each
person. “Ours. We can’t run from who we are anymore. It’s time to
become what we were meant to be.”
“And that is?” Isabel
asked apprehensively, already knowing what he was getting at.
Max turned to look at her
soberly. “A princess.”
His gaze shifted to
Michael. “A trusted second-in-command.”
His eye fell on Ava next.
And lastly, he turned to
Liz. “And a queen.”
Hanley watched Max, in awe
of the moment. He’d been starting to wonder if it would ever come about.
Holding his breath, he decided to put his final doubt to rest.
“And what about you,
Max?” he asked.
Max turned stoically to
address all the members of the room. “Things may not be exactly like
they were before, and I realize that now. We can’t change who we are,
what we’ve done, or why we’re here. But we can change what will
become. We decide our own fate, and the fate of this planet if need be. I
know that in the end, we will succeed.”
“But… what about our
lives here?” Isabel choked, clenching Jesse’s hand tightly. “I’m
not leaving Jesse!”
“Nobody ever said that
Vilandra has to marry Rath, or that Ava has to be queen, or that Khivar
must invade Earth. We have the power to change history, and we owe it to
ourselves and all the people who are counting on us, to do just that.”
Max looked back at Hanley, his eyes ablaze with energy. “I’m ready,”
he said simply, nodding, his bearing strikingly regal. “I’m ready to
Serena was sitting next to
Kyle in the third-floor waiting room of the hospital, watching as he sat
with his face in his hands. The strain he was feeling over his
grandfather’s condition was obvious, but his pain was even more so.
Finally, no longer able to
just sit and do nothing, Serena leaned over. Gently pulling one of his
hands away to cradle it in her, she kissed the back of it softly.
“Kyle, I know how hard
this must be for you,” she said quietly. “I just want you to know that
whatever you need, whatever I can do, I’m here for you, okay?”
Kyle looked up at Serena,
with tears in his eyes. She was so good to him, and she always seemed to
know just what to say to make him feel better. Or maybe it was just
hearing her voice that made him feel better.
“I love you, Serena,”
Kyle whispered, squeezing her hand. Serena’s eyes widened at his
admission, but he continued, unable to stop the words pouring from his
mouth. “I want you to know – everything. I want you to know about my
grandfather, about what kind of person he was, before he ended up here. He
was a lot like my dad, and that always seemed to cause a lot of conflict
between them. But he really was an amazing man. He knew, about the others,
about the aliens,” Kyle whispered moving closer to Serena. “He knew
before anyone else, and it cost him everything, Serena. Nobody ever
believed him, not- not even his own family, but he never backed down from
what he believed in, and because of that he lost everything.”
Serena was still reeling
with wonder from Kyle’s words of love, but the confession was
bittersweet coming as it was in this moment of incredible sadness. Eyes
dark with compassion, she listened quietly to him speak, touched that he
was giving her this insight into himself and his family. But before Kyle
could continue, they were interrupted by a sound that made both their
hearts lurch. The insistent shrieking of a heart monitor alarm echoed down
the corridor. And it seemed to be coming directly from Jim Senior’s
Kyle surged to his feet and
ran to the room, Serena only a step behind. However, they were never
allowed to reach his grandfather’s side. The second they entered the
door, they were pushed aside by the doctor and several nurses who were
also charging into the room.
“I’m sorry, but
you’ll have to step outside,” one of the nurses commanded firmly,
herding them out of the doorway as another nurse hurried in behind,
pushing a bulky cart.
Both Kyle and Serena fell
back against the open door, trying to get out of the way of yet another
nurse rushing in. Sheriff Valenti, who’d been sitting with his dad when
the crisis occurred, moved quickly out of the way to stand next to his son
and Serena. Together, the three stood by and watched helplessly as the
hospital staff assembled around the bed to begin working feverishly over
their failing patient. While one nurse divested his upper body of clothing
with crisp efficiency, another was urgently gathering things from the cart
they’d wheeled in to prepare a syringe. At the same time, a young male
nurse was powering up the defibrillator that took up the bulk of the cart,
quickly adjusting the knobs and buttons on its front as it came to life.
Calling out sharp directives to the bustling nurses, the doctor grabbed up
the paddles that were attached to the machine by two coiling cords and
rubbed the flat surfaces of them together briskly. Barking a number at the
male nurse, he placed the paddles against the patient’s chest, and
activated them with a cautionary, “Clear!”
Kyle and Serena both jumped
in reaction when the shock sent Mr. Valenti’s frail body arching
violently above the bed, and as he limply fell back against the mattress,
Serena looked up at Kyle through stricken eyes. The traumatized look on
his face had her quickly wrapping her arms around him, and she held onto
him tightly, trying to shelter him from the grim scene playing out before
“We still have no
pulse,” the nurse monitoring his vitals snapped out. “10cc’s of
“Give me 360,” the
doctor ordered the male nurse, and the young man immediately moved to
obey, turning a knob on the defibrillator.
“Clear!” the doctor
called again, and the room stilled for a brief moment, holding its breath,
as he attempted to send another life-giving jolt through his patient.
Kyle jerked again as if
receiving the shock himself, wincing at the sight of his grandfather’s
body in savage recoil as the electricity ripped its way through him. He
felt his dad’s hand on his shoulder, gripping him convulsively while the
medical team went through the process again.
The minutes passed like
hours as the urgency and commotion continued, and as distressing as the
hectic activity was, it was infinitely worse when it all came to a halt.
The room was swept with an overwhelming silence, made all the more stark
when the doctor quietly announced defeat.
“Time of death, 11:02
There was an air of
unreality in the room as the staff wordlessly shut the screeching machine
down and packed things back onto the crash cart. Amidst that quiet
activity, the doctor rounded the bed, walking towards the stunned little
group by the door.
“I’m sorry,” he said
with an expression of detached sympathy, reaching out to briefly touch Jim
on the arm. “We’ll give you a few moments alone with him,” he said
softly, and turned to leave the room.
The nurses followed behind
him, each of them expressing condolences as they filed past, and the last
one out gently shut the door to give the family some privacy.
A desolate silence filled
the small room after the medical team departed. Like the survivors of some
sweeping act of devastation, the three were left huddled in an
uncomprehending daze, their brains almost unable to process the fact that
their loved one was gone. Then suddenly, the silence was broken as Kyle
let out a harsh sob, and he sagged to his knees in grief. Still holding
onto him, Serena fell beside him, and she clung to him as tears filled her
“I’m here,” she
whispered against his ear as she stroked his hair, offering the only
solace she knew to give him. “I’m here,” she continued to repeat
over and over again.
She looked up helplessly as
Jim knelt on the floor with them and wrapped his arms around his son,
tears silently streaking his face. They clung together, the three of them,
Serena holding Kyle tightly and sharing in his grief, while his sobs
echoed throughout the room.
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