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by Jeslyn, Cole, Simon, Kristin, and Shira
by Lisa, Lizzy, Mark, and Tiff
1. “This is Your Life”
2. “This Woman’s
Work” by Kate Bush
3. “Today” by The
Journal Entry: July 5,
My name is Liz Parker and
recently my life has been riddled with discoveries. Discoveries not only
of myself, but about others around me. I remember writing not so long ago
about how I, just a small town girl, held such a large secret. Now, I see
that I’ve only begun to realize just how many people hold these huge
Serena’s new powers are
another discovery which I’m not sure I am ready to deal with. I can only
imagine how she feels, having something so powerful within just all of a
sudden unleashed without any warning.
And then there’s Isabel
with her mindwarp. I know she’s been unsettled since she’s used it
last; such a powerful gift that also carries an incredible propensity to
abuse. It’s a huge burden that she’ll have to carry, no matter which
way it’s used, if ever again.
Amy’s discovery about
Maria was more of a natural one. She knew that her daughter had to
eventually grow up and become a woman . . . I guess it’s just harder for
her to accept since she hasn’t been able to be there for Maria and help
her along the way.
After thinking about all of
these discoveries that we have been going through, I’m left with one
lingering thought. Are discoveries something that we, as a human race
create, or are discoveries something that creates us, as a human race?
Six hours earlier. . .
Kyle checked his watch for
what seemed like the fiftieth time before he turned back to his Sports
Illustrated magazine. He had the television on and his feet up on the
coffee table in an effort to relax, but it wasn’t working. He threw down
the magazine in protest and looked down the hall. Serena had been alone in
the bedroom for some time now, without making so much as a peep.
“Hey son,” Jim said,
walking in the room and interrupting Kyle’s concentration.
“Serena ready to go?”
Kyle shrugged his
shoulders. “Dunno, haven’t seen her for some time.”
“Are you two still
avoiding each other? You know son, if you keep giving each other the cold
shoulder much longer, I’ll have to light a fire in the living room . .
.” Jim chuckled, gesturing towards the closed door.
“Such a comedian,” Kyle
said, glaring at his father and denying his request. Jim took a seat on
the couch beside him.
“Kyle,” Jim shook his
head. “Haven’t you learned anything from this whole experience?”
Kyle crossed his arms and
sighed. “Never trust an alien? What exactly am I supposed to learn, dad?
Buddha is fresh out of alien wisdom at this point.”
“Life,” Jim said
simply, trying to formulate words with his hands but no sound forthcoming.
“I don’t understand,”
Kyle said, rubbing his face in his hands wearily.
“Life is about not
letting it pass you by. Life is short, sometimes too short,” Jim said,
looking down at the carpet. “You are letting it go,” he added simply.
“Dad, I know that. It’s
just . . . she lied to me . . . She’s an alien and she didn’t even
bother to mention it to me; I trusted her,” Kyle tried reasoning.
“Maybe she was scared
that you would react just like this,” Jim said quietly.
“Easy for you to say . .
. easy for everyone to say. Just forgive and forget . . . it wouldn’t be
so easy if they were in my shoes.”
“Kyle,” Jim said,
gently putting his hand on Kyle’s shoulder.
Kyle tried to shrug out of
his father’s grasp but to no avail. “No, don’t ‘Kyle’ me.
She’s an alien and she’s a liar and--”
“She’s not Tess,” Jim
“I, I know that,” Kyle
said shakily. He began fiddling with the remote, tossing it between his
“Do you?” Jim asked,
getting up from the couch.
“I’m scared,” Kyle
said, his eyes beginning to water. “I’m scared of losing her.”
“Tell her how you feel
Kyle, before it’s too late.” Jim put a comforting hand on his
shoulder, squeezing it reassuringly.
“She won’t listen.”
Jim glanced down at his son
and then the closed door down the hall. “Then make her.”
Serena checked her watch
for the millionth time. Jim said he would be giving her a ride to the
Deluca residence at seven for an official ‘girls’ night out, and it
was almost time to leave. She had never had a girls’ night before and
the whole idea of it almost frightened her. She loved everyone, Liz,
Maria, Isabel . . . but all together . . . doing girly things? What
exactly were girly things, anyway?
Kyle opened the door a
crack, peering in. Serena was inside and rummaging through a pile of
clothing atop the bed, articles strewn everywhere. He took the opportunity
while it existed.
“You are only going for
one night, right? No need to peruse the entire closet.”
Serena whirled around to
see Kyle standing in the doorway, a small smile playing tentatively on his
lips. Standing there, he looked incredibly handsome, but she forced
herself back to reality: the reality where the man that she loved didn’t
trust her any longer.
“Maybe I’ll never come
back . . . maybe that would make you happy,” she said defiantly.
“Serena . . .”
“You know what . . .
maybe it would make us both happier . . . I mean lets face it,
things have been really tense around here lately.”
“Serena, can we put down the
barbs for just a second? Fighting is not the answer.”
“Oh as you so wonderfully
displayed earlier this week?” Serena spit out bitterly. “Then what is?
Tell me Kyle, because I would love to hear it. You’re mad at me because
I’m a so-called alien, but no matter what I do, I can’t change
what I am. I’m mad that you can’t understand it’s a part of me and
yet it still doesn’t change the way I feel about you.”
“You lied to me,” Kyle
said, raising his voice but only slightly. “You just led me to believe
“What, normal?” Serena
said, finishing his sentence for him. “Not a day goes by that I don’t
wonder what life would be like if I were,” Serena said, grabbing her
bag. She pushed past him and walked out into the living room, Kyle’s
hopes crushed into bits.
“I’ve always loved this
movie,” Amy sighed wistfully from her seat on the bed in the darkened
room. “Look at him . . . how I’d like to grab his hulky form and grrrr!”
“Ms. D!” Liz cut in
from the other side of the room where she sat, painting her nails by the
light of the TV set. “That’s just disgusting! That guy must be sixty
“If I recall correctly,
he’s only fifty-four,” Amy responded. “You girls just don’t
understand, with all these pretty boys running around these days. Young
people are so weird.”
“Mom, you don’t even
know what his name is,” Maria cut in from behind, an amused tone edging
“Doesn’t matter, he’s
still a hottie, so there,” Amy responded, sticking out her tongue. A
wave of laughter spread through the group of girls assembled in the room.
“Anyway, who’s the latest hottie these days? Anyone I should check
“I don’t know . . .”
Liz began thinking through a list of potential candidates as the movie
droned on in the background.
“Orlando Bloom,” Raeve
spoke up, keeping her eyes fixed on her toenails, which she was in the
process of painting the blackest of black.
“For real?” Ava
questioned. “He just don’t seem your type . . . in more ways than
one,” she joked, laughter again spreading throughout the group. Raeve
shot Ava an angry look but couldn’t help the smirk that broke through.
“What about you,
Maria?” Amy asked, turning to face Maria. “Any celebs you’ve had
your eye on?”
“Uh, I . . . don’t
really know,” she spoke. “I haven’t really been paying attention to
any TV or movies recently. Michael and I have been really wrapped up in
each other I guess.” A slightly uncomfortable silence fell on the room
as Maria stopped talking and descended into thought. A moment later she
began talking again, looking around the room a little but being careful
not to make eye contact with anyone and purposely avoiding Liz. “It
feels strange without him; I mean, I’ve been with him almost every
second since we moved out of Jesse’s; we haven’t spent a night apart
“I know what you mean,”
Isabel chimed in. “Jesse and I have been with each other every night. It
feels so strange without him here.”
“Same with Max and I,”
Liz added cautiously, noticing Maria’s refusal to look her way.
“Don’t we know it,”
Ava joked. “You and him, hanging off each other like you’s joined at
the hip or somethin’.”
Liz smiled, knowing it was
true. She wouldn’t have it any other way, either. She looked around the
room a bit and caught sight of Serena, seeming a bit distant as she
watched the TV.
“Hey, you okay?” Liz
questioned, trying to draw Serena’s attention away from whatever held it
“Oh, uh, yeah.” Serena
stumbled across her words, “Yeah, I was just thinking that it is sort of
weird without . . . Kyle,” she smiled half-heartedly. “Not that we’d
be a great pair to be around right now anyways.”
“You guys aren’t
talking much?” Amy asked, trying to get Serena talking. “He didn’t
take the news well?”
“You could put it that
way,” Serena nodded. “He didn’t appreciate me not saying anything
until now. I knew he would flip out, and that’s why I couldn’t tell
him. I mean, what was I supposed to say? ‘Hi, I’m Serena, my mother
was an alien, and how’s your day going?’ That just doesn’t seem the
best way to start a relationship, and by the time introductions were over,
it just didn’t feel as though it was the right time, you know? We just .
. . clicked.”
“Good point,” Liz
agreed. “I mean, I found out about Max and like Maria found out about
three seconds after that,” she laughed. She cast a quick look over at
Maria, who quickly averted her gaze, something that didn’t escape
Amy’s attention. Liz carried on. “I guess it was easier for us to
accept because . . . it seemed to make sense. I mean, Max never really
seemed to have many friends even though he was, well, hot and all. He
seemed to keep to himself; one of the things I thought was so alluring . .
. but anyways. Apart from around Isabel and Michael of course and Maria,
Alex and I got to know them as aliens from the start. Kyle found out
after, a long time after, so it came as a huge shock to him. I guess he
just didn’t expect to find out the same about you, you know?”
“Maybe . . . I should
have told him, I know. But he didn’t have to get all angry about it, it
wasn’t as if I betrayed him, or hurt him . . . I just didn’t have the
courage to tell him because I knew what was going to happen.”
“Don’t worry about
it,” Isabel spoke. “He’ll get over it. He just needs some time to
get used to it . . .He always comes around or, almost always,” she
“Isabel’s right,” Liz
agreed. “It won’t be long till you two are talking again. Besides,
I’m probably part of why he reacted to badly. I mean, we meet you, just
a girl from Fresno, and then you turn out to be my half-sister of all
things. He’s bound to freak out about that alone,” she noted.
“Yeah, I can see how. But
I hope you’re right about us working it out. That is, if I don’t bite
his head off first,” Serena laughed back. “Thanks, though.”
“It’d be typical of him
to say something like that, too.” Isabel laughed, “‘Argh, the aliens
are coming! Evil beings from outer space!’”
“Yeah, he wasn’t
exactly the first to leap into support when he found out,” Liz
reflected. “But he definitely comes through, despite any paranoia.
Speaking of paranoia . . .”
finished, nodding. “I know, he sure doesn’t like the idea of the FBI
being so close, even if they’re gone for now. He’s always like that
though. It’s either, ‘we can’t wait for them to find us’, or
it’s ‘we have to take them out before they get us’. He needs to
learn to relax.”
“I think he’s right to
worry,” Maria spoke up in his defense. “I mean, we didn’t know that
the FBI was onto us in Boston, so what’s to stop them from surprising us
“Me,” Raeve said
simply. “If there’s anything to know about the FBI, I’ll know it. I
mean, I have contacts in high places . . .” She reverted to
painting her toes dutifully.
Maria threw Raeve a
satirical glance. “I suppose . . . but even so, you can’t fault
Michael for being so anxious about it,” Maria conceded. “Though maybe
it would be nice to have a little time to relax,” she smiled.
“Duh, girl-time is
now,” Ava said. “Besides, the FBI aroun’ here is gone . . . at least
for the moment. Me and Iz made sure of that, remember? I mean, it took
some doin’, but I think it worked out. Theys gonna be chasing their own
tails for at least some weeks now.”
Serena laughed, remembering
the two agents beating each other up. She also placed her hand on her
chest, silently reflecting on the bullet she took.
“Yeah, it sure did take
some doing alright,” Isabel agreed, her eyes turning downcast as she
mulled it over in her brain.
The movie still droned on
in the background. It was showing some woman lying unconscious in the arms
of the big hero whom Amy liked so much.
“You okay about using
your mind warp, right?” Ava asked. “’Cause you did great back there,
“Yeah, I know . . .”
Isabel said, though it was obvious she wasn’t so convinced. “It’s
just . . . I don’t know, it’s just I swore to myself never to use it,
ever. I mean, you know what Tess . . .” she paused as the name stumbled
out of her mouth. Tess had been so important to Isabel, perhaps the first
time she’d ever had a best friend and then she had turned out to be the
typical murderous, clichéd evil alien. Isabel swallowed hard and
continued. “You know what happened with Alex, and what the mind warp did
to him . . .”
“You gotta let it go,
girl. It ain’t a curse, Iz,” Ava said, becoming more serious.
“It’s part of you now, an’ will be for the rest of your life.
Don’t let what she did effect what you do wit’ it. It’s not an evil
power. It mighta been used for bad, but it can be used for good, too. The
same as all our powers, that ain’t no different.”
Isabel,” Amy spoke again, breaking the silence she had been under as she
listened. “I mean, I’m not going to pretend to know what exactly
happened with Alex or anything, because I wasn’t as aware as you guys
were about what truly went on. But you used that power to get rid of the
bad guys that threatened all of us . . .you can’t say that that
isn’t a good thing.”
“And nobody got
killed,” Ava added, nodding dutifully.
“Well almost no one,”
Serena spoke up, the entire group chuckling somberly.
“I couldn’t have done
it without ya, Isabel,” Ava assured her. “Besides, I haven’t turned
out too bad, have I? I’m here to help out anytime if ya need
it.” The rest of the group nodded in agreement, offering their support.
“Thanks Ava . . . and the
rest of you, thanks,” Isabel smiled, “I really appreciate the
A silence descended upon
the group and the sound of the mushy music in the background droned on,
filling the room.
“I love this movie,”
“We’ve missed most of
it,” Maria observed cynically, scratching her ear.
“Well, you want to rewind
it then?” Amy spoke with a touch of sarcasm. “Anything else you’d
like to add? How about a sniff of some eucalyptus?”
“NO,” Maria said
shortly, irritated at the way Amy had just spoken to her. Part of her mind
welcomed the familiar attitude Amy was giving her, but part of her
disliked it with every fiber she had. She sighed, trying to block out the
negative feelings. “No thanks, Mom, I’m fine. I’ve gone off the
smells a little, anyway.”
Amy blinked. She knew
people changed over time, but this was more than she had expected. Her
Maria didn’t even look the same as she had just a few months ago. Maria
had been known for coloring her hair and wearing clothes most would think
unique, but . . .
“Well, that was . . .
old,” Raeve stated cynically, interrupting Amy’s thoughts as the
ending credits rolled up the screen. “Any more stunning films like that
we can treat our nostalgia with?”
“Well, you girls can
choose this next one, I’ve got an appointment with a certain
high-ranking lawman from around these parts,” Amy informed gleefully.
“But I want to hear everything about what goes on,” she added with a
smirk. She got up and began making her way to the door. “Ah, youth, how
I miss you.”
“See ya, Ms. D,” Liz
said, followed by similar sayings from the others.
“See ya later, girls,”
Amy spoke, closing the door behind her. It was so strange having them all
back again, having Maria back home, even if she had changed. She sighed.
It was just good to have everything the way it should be.
Max came into the room,
carrying a large bowl of popcorn fresh from the kitchen. He sat on the
couch in front of the television, which Michael just turned on.
“I can’t believe that
my parents kept some of your stuff around, Michael,” Max said, eyeing
the Playstation 2 and the foosball table curiously.
“No home is complete
without the bare essentials,” Michael said with a smile, flipping
through the channels happily. He wasted no time stretching out on the
comfortable lazy-boy recliner, his feet perched up on the coffee table.
Max smiled at Michael’s
remark . . . this home was plenty complete without them. His parent’s
decorating style could definitely do without a foosball table as the lone
eccentric eyesore. He chuckled, trying to picture his parents playing
Playstation after work while listening to Michael’s Metallica CD’s,
which sat alphabetized in their cases under the television. ‘Nope...’
he whispered to himself. ‘Definitely can’t picture that.’
Michael asked, momentarily pausing from his channel surfing.
“Oh nothing,” Max said. “My
parents . . . they must like you, or something.”
Michael smiled briefly.
“Thanks Mr. and Mrs. Evans,” he said loudly before returning to his
channel surfing, taking the bowl of popcorn with him.
“So what are we
watching?” Kyle asked, jumping onto the couch and taking a seat next to
Michael and Max.
“Hockey,” Michael said
quickly, his eyes already glued to the screen, only briefly sharing the
large popcorn bowl with the others.
“Might be the Three
Stooges,” Max said with a smirk.
“Oh, wiseguy, eh? Nyuk,
nyuk, nyuk!” Kyle played into it, but Max wasn’t going there. And
neither was Michael, whose ironclad gaze could have stopped the Energizer
Bunny dead in his tracks.
“And my dad says I’m
cold, sheesh!” Kyle said, brushing Michael’s frigid gaze away.
or nothing man, get it straight!” Michael joked.
Max took a moment to pause
and reflect on the scene. This was so serene . . . a little too serene,
Max realized as he sat back, observing. There he was sitting on the end of
the couch, next to his most loyal friends . . . kicking back and relaxing.
He closed his eyes and leaned his head back. He could totally get used to
this . . . well if Liz was there then things would be perfect.
Somehow, he couldn’t help
thinking that this was the calm before the storm. He shook his head of
those thoughts quickly. This was not the time for bad thoughts. Tonight
was about one thing and one thing only . . . hanging out and chillin’
with the guys. He opened his eyes to find Hanley and Jesse standing
awkwardly in the doorway to the living room, watching the TV with blank
“You guys just going to
stand there all night, or are you going to join the fun?”
The two men slowly made
their way over to the recliners which flanked the Evans’ huge sofa . . .
both feeling a little outside the group.
“You guys need to
relax,” Michael said, watching the two men sit down nervously as they
stared at the television. “And here, have some Cheetos.”
Michael threw a freshly
opened bag of snacks over to Jesse, some of the contents spilling out
during their flight.
“I haven’t had a guys
night out since college,” Jesse reminisced, still feeling a little
uneasy about spending the whole night apart from his wife, especially with
all of the drama that had unfolded. Still, it was a welcome change.
Jesse took a Cheeto out of
the bag and examined it before taking a bite. “So, Kyle,.” he mumbled
between chomps. “You okay with the whole Serena – alien thing?”
Jesse grabbed a handful of
the snacks and tossed the bag to Hanley, who caught the parcel with the
precision of a hawk.
“It is like Buddha says,
the wind and the feather . . .”
“For the love of Pete, no
more Buddha!” Max said, rolling his eyes. He grabbed the end chair
pillow and launched it at Kyle, hitting him square in the chest.
“Fine!” Kyle retorted,
scratching his head. “We had a talk, but we ended up fighting . . . she
just doesn’t get it . . . I just feel conflicted, you know? I like her,
but she lied to me. She’s an alien, and that’s that . . . So, how
about some Playstation?”
Kyle walked over to the
television and turned on the little black box, the screen going blue.
Michael loudly sighed.
“Come on now, I was watching that!”
“Get over it,” Kyle
said with a sly smile “You can catch the highlights on ESPN later.”
“That’s not the point .
. . I want to watch it now!” Michael growled, eying Kyle dangerously.
“What you need to do is apologize to Serena, move on, and let me watch
the damn game!”
Max chuckled inwardly,
trying not to let his amusement show. Kyle sighed and tried to bite his
tongue, but to no avail.
“Like you did after you
hurt Maria?” Kyle stated.
Michael turned to glare at
Kyle and he immediately knew that he went too far. Michael sank back into
the couch and crossed his arms. The once semi-happy Michael was now in
full-time brooding mode.
“I’ll play,” Jesse
said, moving closer to the television, trying to ease the newly created
A cell phone rang shrilly,
everyone checking their pockets.
“It’s mine,” Hanley
said, answering it and quickly exiting the room.
“Wonder what that was all
about?” Michael pondered.
Max shrugged his shoulders.
“With him it could be anything from alien infestation to pizza
Kyle put the Hockey disc
into the Playstation and gave a short knowing chuckle. “Maybe Hanley is
a bit of a player. At least someone should be getting some action around
here.” He glanced back at Max’s expression. “Thought it was Liz,
didn’t you Max?”
“I know we have only been
away for each other for a few hours now, but we haven’t spent this much
time apart in a long time . . . I just thought she would check in or
something,” Max said quietly.
“Forget it,” Jesse said
with a smile. “They’re too busy doing each other’s nails and
gossiping about us, all giggly and what not.”
“Is that all girls really
do at those things?” Kyle asked, staring off into space. “I always
pictured slumber parties as being a bunch of half-naked girls all dressed
in only their slinky, silky pajamas, having pillow fights and dancing
around to cheesy 80’s music . . .”
The four other men looked
off into the distance, each picturing their girls dancing around, deep in
a pillow fight.
“Okay, okay . . .
everyone needs to keep their eyes on the ball here,” Michael said,
bringing everyone back into reality.
“Michael . . . give it a
rest,” Max warned, only half paying attention to what he had said.
Michael pointed at the TV.
“No, the game. You just lost Kyle, nice way to diss the Leafs like that
. . .”
“Oh,” Max replied,
scratching his eyebrow in confusion.
“But Hanley has been on
that cell a lot lately . . . slinking off into other rooms to have his
‘private’ conversations. He knows something that he isn’t telling
us,” Michael snuck in.
“That would be nothing
new,” Max added.
“So what are you
saying?” Jesse asked.
“That we need to be more
prepared . . . instead of playing Playstation,” Michael paused to look
at Kyle. “We need to be figuring out a plan.”
“What kind of plan?”
Max asked. “Watching hockey?”
Michael glared at Max. “A
contingency plan. I don’t know . . . I just know that the FBI isn’t
just going to all of a sudden stop looking for us. I mean we’re here,
back in Roswell, the most visible and obvious place on the planet. We’re
out here, in the open, without a plan, like sitting ducks.”
“Everyone needs to
relax,” Hanley said, making his entrance back into the room. “That is
what tonight is about. Whether you believe me or not, this is what is best
for all of us right now. I assure you my brother has everything under
“Hanley is right,” Max
said. “We are here to mellow out tonight.” He gave Michael a slight
look, hoping he would understand.
“Yeah and after the last
year we’ve had, we deserve a night to ourselves. After spending 24/7
straight with Isabel, Liz, and Maria always at our sides, need I mention
the lack of bathroom space? Us guys deserve a night away,” Kyle said,
trying to lighten the mood. “Man, Jesse, Max . . . I don’t know how
you did it . . . sharing a bathroom with Isabel for so long . . . she is
in there all the time.”
“But we need to know who
we can trust and we need a plan if something happens,” Michael
continued, completely ignoring Kyle’s efforts to lighten the atmosphere.
“No, what we need is to
chill out tonight and think of a plan tomorrow. Michael, this is something
on all of our minds, but we also need a break from the chaos, if only for
one night,” Max pleaded as he wrung the pillow in his hands, silently
pleading with Michael to drop it.
Michael nodded his head and
got up from his position on the couch.
“Wait,” Max started, but
Michael already beat him to it.
“Hey, make some room for
me,” Michael said, sitting between Kyle and Jesse on the floor in front
of the television.
“Maybe we should play
some poker,” Jesse suggested.
“Maybe we should call the
girls for some strip poker,” Kyle laughed, even Hanley managing a
Max shook his head in
disgust, once again throwing the pillow at Kyle and hitting him in the
back of the head. “The last thing I want is to see my sister
naked, you know how she is with card games,” he said firmly.
Liz lay quietly in her
sleeping bag, using the light of a small flashlight to write in her
journal. It was after the others had gone to sleep, and sleep was not
becoming her without Max by her side. They had always slept next to each
other ever since the night that they had left Roswell. One of the most
calming things in life to Liz was the soft sound of Max’s rhythmic
breathing beside her. Just knowing that Max was resting and peaceful was
enough to calm Liz after any day, and not having that tonight was enough
to leave her a little on edge. It was nice to have a break with the girls,
to have her old friends around, but that didn’t ease her longing for
Just as Liz was finishing
up writing about her feelings, she heard a soft knock on the window above
her head. Looking up slowly she was happy to see Max peering in. She
motioned him to go to the front door so she wouldn’t wake the others in
When Liz reached the front
door, she immediately unlocked it, pulling Max inside and kissing him
“What are you doing
here?” She asked as they finally separated.
“I missed you,” he
whispered so as not to wake the rest of the sleeping household.
“I missed you too,” Liz
“I had a feeling,” Max
said, with a smile hinting at their connection.
“Come on in . . . but be
quiet,” Liz said, taking Max by the hand and pulling him with her onto
the Deluca’s living room couch. Max fell softly on top of her, kissing
her deeply. They continued kissing until both of them were out of breath,
past memories of Utah and California flashing between them.
“Liz,” Max moaned
deeply, pulling her closer. She closed her eyes, letting the feelings of
the moment rush through and saturate her body, the sensations lifting and
filling every pore. She felt a premonition starting to come on, and
grabbed onto Max tightly, shuddering with each flash.
There he was, entering the
Café . . . He stared at her longingly without even meaning to, every
muscle, every hair screaming her name. He walked in slowly, enroute to
their old familiar booth, the feelings and memories sending shivers of
pleasure up her spine and all the way down to her fingertips. Nothing else
mattered, all creation paled in comparison to this one moment. Time itself
seemed to stop and the yield right-of-way to his Majesty, the royal King
of Antar, who stood looking on her. Oh, how he could do that with just a
simple glance . . . she could only hope he felt nearly the same way as she
As she opened her eyes, he
was right there, looking into her radiant eyes with that same longing.
“Wha-” Max began, but
Liz stopped him with a finger on his lips before he could ask. She wanted
to cry from joy, but choked it down and instead engulfed him in a hug.
“I love you,” she managed
simply, his confusion fading to understanding, his arms cuddling her in
return. He didn’t have to ask what she saw; he could feel it.
They lay like that for some
time, the seemingly unimportant and picayune dark living room and couch
being the pinnacle of all sanctuaries as far as they were concerned.
Liz let up gently,
motioning him to get up. “Thank you,” she said. “For everything. But
you’d better be going before someone catches us here, and thinks we are
copulating or something.”
Max smiled at her, placing
one final kiss on her lips before slipping silently out the door.
After locking and shutting
the door behind him, Liz slowly crept back into Maria’s old room where
everyone else was still soundly asleep. Crawling back into her sleeping
bag, she closed her eyes and let out a deep sigh of contentment. Now she
would be able to sleep for sure.
When Maria opened her eyes
the next morning, the entire ceiling was spinning. Not only was the
ceiling spinning, but her stomach was matching it revolution for
“Oh god, not again,”
she moaned as she fell out of bed and stumbled over to the bathroom.
Pulling herself up to the counter, she opened the medicine cabinet in
search of some Pamprin, thinking that the stomach pain and nausea were
pre-menstrual like the previous days. That thought quickly vanished as she
began to heave the contents of her stomach into the sink.
Hearing the sound from down
the hall, Amy came upstairs and into the bathroom. “Maria honey, are you
alright?” She asked, closing the door behind her. “Are you coming down
Pulling her hair up and to
the side, Maria wiped her mouth with a wet washcloth and then plopped down
onto the toilet. “Yeah, maybe so,” she said aloud. Or maybe it was
another side effect from being . . . altered, she wasn’t sure. There
were supposed to be changes, after all.
Kneeling down next to her,
Amy rubbed a soothing hand over her back while resting Maria's head on her
shoulder. While Amy loved having a moment to care for her daughter once
again, she had to determine what was making her sick.
“What happened to you,
Maria?” Amy asked, her voice full of worry. She took her daughter's face
between her hands. “You're different somehow,” she said, getting a
good look at her. “Your hair is darker than it’s ever been and your
eyes . . .” She looked straight into them and didn't say anything.
“Yeah?” Maria prodded,
her voice faraway and small.
Amy gave her a knowing
look. “Maria, I birthed you, bathed you, the whole nine yards and so I
think I know what color your eyes are supposed to be . . . and they're not
this violet-green combo!” She cried. “Not to mention that you have
absolutely no direction to anywhere or anyone save Michael. Do you even
know what planet you are on?”
complained. She started to rise and then plopped right back down, the
nausea returning in force.
“Oh no, Maria. You're not
getting away that easily . . . I want to know what's going on. You look
like you're going to be sick again, let me get you a wet towel to put on
your forehead,” Amy rattled. “It isn’t some alien bug, is it? If it
is, I’m gonna kill that Guerin kid.”
“No mother . . .”
Inhaling deep and then exhaling, Maria tried to explain. “Haven't you
seen by now what it's like for us, all the anxiety and drama? Sheesh,
we’d make a good soap opera. ‘The Young and the Alien,’ or how about
‘As the Worlds Churn,’ yeah that’s it. . .”
Amy shot her a disapproving
look. “Well, Maria, honestly . . .none of it makes a whole lot of sense
to me. All I know is that you’re sick, and I want to help.”
interrupted, leaning back as Amy laid a dampened towel across her
forehead. “It makes no sense and sometimes it makes even less
sense than no sense. It makes . . . non-sense, but the
one thing through it all that does make any sense whatsoever is
Amy gave her a disbelieving
look. “Maria, that boy doesn't even make sense to himself half of the
Maria gave a short laugh
and a small smile. “Yes, I know. Can't you see that's why he needs
“To help him make sense
surrendered, sobering and asking seriously, “What's happened with you
two anyways? You seem . . .” She searched for the right words.
“Closer. Closer than ever.”
“Yeah, we are. We . . .
we were living together in Boston. Alone, we had our own place, it was
perfect,” Maria blurted out.
“You what?” Amy asked
calmly, yet pointedly.
“We,” Maria gazed up,
looking for the words, but her gaze suddenly fixated on a box of tampons
on the shelf, all concentration lost.
“Hello?” Amy asked.
How long had it been?
Calculations began to run through her mind. 7, 14, 21 days . . . it was
all leading towards the one inevitable conclusion.
“I'm pregnant . . .”
She breathed out wispily, standing up with eyes wide. Swallowing, she
grabbed onto the sink for support. “Oh god, oh god, that's it... that's
why I've been feeling sick, hungry, and crabby . . .”
Amy listened in dumb shock,
trying mentally to keep up, mortal images of Michael flashing in her mind.
Her jaw dropped open.
“And, god, I didn't even
notice that I'm like two and a half months late, but with everything
that's been going on . . .” She trailed off, slowly looking downward,
gently placing her hands over her stomach. Suddenly, Maria started crying
as she remembered from the dark and ever mysterious corners of her memory
a time when she'd once felt and done the very same thing, at another time
. . . in another place . . . on another planet.
It was a miracle.
And it was also a
Maria looked up to her
mother, her eyes swimming in tears. “What are we going to do Mom? I—We
. . .”
“Oh, baby . . . it's
going to be okay,” Amy breathed out as she came forward and pulled her
daughter into her arms. She was surprisingly gentle now, when just seconds
before, when she'd registered the words I'm pregnant from her
daughter's lips, she'd been imagining how many different ways she could
murder Michael Guerin.
“How long have you been
sleeping together?” Amy suddenly asked.
Maria swallowed. “Do you
really want to know?” She asked, somewhat meekly, still reeling from her
discovery yet not completely aware of the implications.
“Yes, Maria, I really
want to . . . no, never mind, I must be out of my mind. I don't want to
know how long you've been lying to me.”
“I never lied to you,”
Maria cried, pulling away. “Never,” She breathed. “And never once
has it ever been just about sex between us. Never . . . it
probably should have been at least once, but it never has been. And the
first time . . .” She sighed. “If you must know, it wasn't even his
“Oh, Maria . . . don't
tell me that!”
“He told me things . . .
things he'd never told anyone . . . ever.” As Maria continued, she
realized that she'd forgotten a lot of what she was now explaining. “And
he made me Italian . . . although we never actually got around to eating
any of it.” She stopped suddenly. “Never mind about that part, but it
was a wonderful night. . . And you know what? I wouldn't change that
memory for anything.”
Amy bit her tongue against
the typical motherly saying, You're too young . . .Now, look
what happened and simply said, “I'm happy that he's been treating
you right, at least. But how could you let this happen . . . how
did this happen, Maria?”
“Something happened to me
and I can't really explain it,” Maria said, realizing that she didn't
completely remember everything about how she'd gotten the way she was. She
knew that it had been Michael, but that was about it. “I can't really
explain it, because I don't remember everything. But, this . .
.” She looked down towards her stomach. “Happened during that time. I
wasn't myself . . . and I don't think Michael really was either, and it
just must have happened.”
“What do you mean, you
weren't yourself?” Amy asked suspiciously. “Were you drunk, or
something? Was Michael drunk?”
“No,” Maria shook her
head adamantly. “No, trust me . . . Michael has only gotten drunk once
in his life and it ended up being, well a mess, and he was in a lot of
pain . . . just trust that you'll never have to worry about Michael doing
any more drinking.”
“Well then what happened,
Maria?” Amy said, her patience quickly running thin.
Maria shook her head.
“The best explanation I can give you . . . is that I don't know. But you
can ask Michael, he knows. I need to ask him about a few things myself.
I've just been putting it off, I guess.” She said with a shrug, looking
up at her mother seriously. “But don't tell him about the . . . baby.”
“Are you going to?” Amy
“Do I have a choice? Of
course I will tell him. I just don’t know when or how,” Maria said,
closing her eyes and laying her head to rest on her mother’s shoulder.
Amy reached up and stroked her daughter’s hair, wondering what had
happened to her baby.
Amy had been sitting there
in silence holding her daughter’s head on her shoulder. A knock on the
bathroom door startled her out of her thoughts. Glancing at her daughter,
she noticed that Maria stared at the ceiling, her eyes narrowed as if in
deep thought. The knocking grew more insistent and when Amy looked at the
bathroom door, Liz’s voice reverberated on the other side.
“Hello? Is everything
okay in there?”
Amy sighed, brushing a
stray black hair away from her daughter’s face. She slowly lifted
Maria’s head from her lap and stood up, walking over to the door. When
she opened it, Liz glanced at her and then over her shoulder at Maria. Amy
watched as the girl who had always been her daughter’s childhood best
friend gasped and pushed herself into the small bathroom. She crouched in
front of Maria and looked at her, her eyes narrowed with worry.
“She’s not feeling
well,” Amy informed Liz, and then switched to questioning. “Liz, what
happened to my daughter out there while all of you were away?”
“I’m okay now,” Maria
insisted. “Really, it’s okay Liz. Nothing is wrong.”
Amy made her own mental
check of her daughter’s health, noting the rosy color of her cheeks
returning. Maria did look better now than she did when huddled over the
toilet, and so she glanced at Liz as if to back her up. To her surprise,
however, the way Liz was looking back at her with those wide doe brown
eyes suggested that Maria indeed wasn’t fine and maybe indicated just a
twinge of pity towards her for not really understanding the situation with
“Something is wrong,”
Amy told her daughter firmly, adding to both girls, “And I wish that one
of you would explain it to me.”
“Maria,” Liz said,
glancing down at her. “We have to tell your mom, she loves you.”
“No, and why are you so
concerned anyways Liz?” Maria bit out in an annoyed tone.
“No fair,” Liz
countered. “You might be different now, but I’m still your friend.”
They shared a brief stare
until Liz turned around to face Maria’s mom. Amy looked at her and then
“Ms. D,” Liz said,
“Michael did something alien to her. I’m not sure what exactly and I
don’t think he meant to do it . . . but it changed her. He spent every
day afterwards trying to make her better and she is better, thanks to
“What did he do to you,
Maria?” Amy demanded, kneeling down and grasping her daughter gently by
the shoulders. “Did he hurt you?”
“No!” Maria spat,
yanking herself free from her mother’s grip as she stood up.
Amy kept her eyes on Maria,
watching the tears well up in her daughter’s eyes. She tried to step
forward, to comfort Maria, but Maria stepped back toward the bathroom
door. Then Maria spoke up, her voice stubborn and weak from the emotions
roaring inside her.
“You don’t understand,
mom, and it’s too difficult. Just leave me alone!”
Amy opened her mouth to say
something, but Maria left the bathroom and closed her bedroom door before
any words ever had a chance to come out. Amy’s thoughts were interrupted
by the sound of bare feet on the tile floor, realizing Liz was still in
the bathroom. She turned to Liz, hoping the girl would say more, but that
look of compassion returned to Liz’s eyes.
“I’m sorry,” Liz told
Then she left the bathroom
as well, leaving Amy alone and in shock. Amy set the lid down onto the
toilet and sat on it, thinking about how she could figure out what that
alien boy did to her daughter . . . besides getting her knocked up. Then a
solution presented itself, clear as day.
“Michael,” she muttered
to herself, and she knew. If anyone could explain what happened to her
baby girl it would be him. He made her that way after all, and Amy would
do whatever it took to figure out what he did to her and why she returned
to Roswell so changed. She had to find out for her daughter’s sake
because if she guessed right, Maria probably didn’t understand her
situation and she had every right to know exactly what was happening. Amy
would see to it that she did.
Looking up from the
countertop she was cleaning, Liz smiled as Max entered the Café,
remembering the moment they shared the night before. He glanced at her for
a moment, returning a warm grin and joining his sister at their regular
booth with Jesse short in tow. Hanley, she noticed, entered the restaurant
soon after and picked a small table in the corner to sit at. While Raeve
joined him at the small table, his cell phone rang again and he answered
it with a scowl etched on his face.
Quickly discarding her
washrag, Liz moved to greet her husband and take his food order until she
noticed Sheriff Hanson sitting across from her at the counter.
“Hello, Liz,” he
greeted her kindly.
Sheriff,” Liz replied in her best waitress voice. “Would you like some
“Yes, thank you,” he
said with a small grin. “You know, I noticed that neither of your
parents is around. Last minute vacation?”
“Yeah,” Liz said
confidently, pouring the coffee into his mug. “First one in years.
Everyone needs a break, once in a while.”
“Not that it’s really
any of your business,” Serena spoke up, busily carting food out from the
kitchen to the dining area.
Liz smiled at her
half-sister. “It’s okay, really,” she told Serena. “Why don’t
you go wait on table eight please, I’ll be right behind you.”
Serena rolled her eyes, but
obeyed Liz anyway, grabbing the order pad and pencil. She watched Serena
approach the booth where Max was sitting. Max looked up, expecting to see
Liz. Seeing Serena instead, he looked back at Liz, silently wondering if
she needed help with the sheriff. She hoped he wouldn’t come over, and
“New waitress in town?”
Liz jumped at Hanson’s
words. She had been lost in Max’s eyes again and didn’t expect Hanson
to say anything else and only caught part of it. Forcing a grin on her
face she nodded and found what she hoped were the right words.
“Why, you interested?”
“No, I . . .” he stated
quickly, trying to recompose himself while shelling out change for the
coffee. “It’s nice to see that you have everything under control here,
Ms. Parker. This place is like a permanent fixture in this town. Give my
regards to your father and have a nice day.”
“Thanks for stopping
by,” Liz told him cheerfully, but as soon he left, she ran her fingers
over her face in frustration.
“So that’s the sheriff
of this town?” Serena spoke up from behind the bar. “I hope he’s
smarter than he looks. Hey, are you okay?”
“Fine,” she assured her
softly. “It’s just the stress of running this place. I knew it
wouldn’t be easy, but--”
“Don’t worry, it’s
nothing we can’t handle together,” Serena assured her before quickly
getting down to business. “Now José just finished the order for some of
our most favorite patrons. You wanna help me serve it? There’s a cute
guy involved, and I think he’s been looking at you.”
“Sure,” Liz replied
with a nod, a smile returning to her lips. They grabbed both trays,
heading for table eight.
“One Crashdown combo and
fries,” Serena stated, setting the plate in front of Jesse. “And a
Mini-Me sundae for the missus.”
“And the usual of course,
your Majesty,” Liz said to Max, her eyes fixated on his.
Serena rolled her eyes and
dragged Liz over to Hanley’s table. As they approached, Hanley stood up
and stalked into the men’s room, still talking away on his cellphone,
even himself seemingly annoyed by it. Raeve gave Serena an apologetic
look, with Liz grinning a reply. Raeve looked at the menu quickly.
“Let’s see, how about a
couple of Will Smith burgers and a couple cherry cokes,” Raeve told her.
“Okay,” Liz said,
taking the menus order and looking at Raeve while she added, “Is
“I wouldn’t worry about
it,” Raeve told her. “He’s been on his cell phone all day and from
what I can tell, whatever it is doesn’t have to do with any of you just
yet. If something comes up, we will let you know.”
“Okay,” Liz said,
retreating toward the kitchen until Raeve spoke again.
“And Liz,” she said
while Liz turned to face her, “I know my brothers. They will make sure
that your parents return in one piece.”
“I know,” Liz assured
herself, “I know.”
Liz didn’t mind that
Raeve was concerned about her, since that was part of the protector’s
job description. Still, there was nothing she could say that would make
Everyone was in the
restaurant, except Michael, Maria, and Amy. An enemy would have every
advantage to attack them in such a vulnerable position. The damage their
weapons could inflict was astronomical, even if Max and the others could
fix the people and building up again.
She placed the order on the
turnstile and spun it, walking into the back room. The truth was that part
of her blamed herself for her parents’ capture. Losing her parents for a
while was one thing, but it would be quite another to loose the entire
restaurant, since it remained her family’s sole source of income. She
didn’t know if she could handle this new responsibility all by herself.
She didn’t even understand any of the business math her father was so
“Liz, that old waitress
just went for another–” Serena began, barging into the backroom but
stopping when she noticed the tears running down Liz’s face. Liz wiped
at her eyes and plopped onto the break room couch, her eyes fixed on the
“Hey, you know our dad
and your mom are just fine. Hanley said so and this job we’re doing at
their restaurant is probably the best way to pay them back for all that
they have had to endure since all of us returned,” Serena told her,
sitting beside her on the couch.
“Yeah, I know,” Liz
said shakily. “It’s not just all this that’s bothering me though,
you know. It’s everything combined. I haven’t had much time to
“Okay, so vent,” Serena
suggested. “Go right ahead. I’m listening.”
“This place for starters.
Agnes, José, getting Michael back into the kitchen. Maria, whatever
changed her really threw me for a loop, and it is devastating Amy.”
“She was your best
friend, I know.”
“Still is somehow, even
though she doesn’t seem to remember, or care,” Liz rationalized.
“And my parents . . . our dad, kidnapped by the Special Unit. That’s
the icing on the cake,” Liz spat, plopping her hand down uselessly on
the seat next to her.
“But, they are okay now
Liz,” Serena reminded her.
“Yeah I know,” Liz
agreed softly and added a few seconds later, “Oh one last thing. Kyle
seems especially grumpy lately, which doesn’t help the group’s
“Oh?” Serena sat up
straighter. She added nonchalantly, “Why the concern for Kyle?”
“He’s a good friend.
Seeing him or anyone else unhappy is unnerving.”
“Well, don’t worry,
okay? Kyle will be just fine,” Serena assured her. Liz nodded. Serena
continued. “Like Max said, we’re strongest as a group so I don’t
think we have to worry about being attacked while we’re all together.”
“Hey ladies!” José
called to them from the kitchen. “Your orders are ready and getting
cold. By the way, if you want lunch you better give me your order right
now before I take my break.”
“Okay,” Liz shouted
back, “I’ll have a Sigourney Weaver.”
“Will Smith for me
please, and prepare that with table ten please,” Serena told him, adding
to Liz, “We better serve that food and hope Agnes comes back sometime
“She will,” Liz assured
her with a small laugh, “This is her main source of income too.”
Tension hung thick in the
air at the Deluca house as Maria, Michael, and Amy all sat eating a quiet
dinner. Michael had noticed earlier that Maria was lost in her own
thoughts and had barely taken a bite of her food. He hadn't had a real
chance to ask her what was going on. And he had no clue why Amy suddenly
invited him over for a family dinner. She'd been livid with him ever since
he'd walked through the front door about an hour ago and he couldn't
fathom what he'd done to set her off, especially since he hadn't even been
Maria suddenly rose from
the table. “I--I'm . . . I'll be back,” she stuttered as she nearly
ran down the hallway, holding her mouth. Michael heard the bathroom door
He turned back to Amy.
“Your cooking isn’t that bad. What’s up with that?”
Amy glared at him before
tossing her napkin aside. “Maria's room, now!” Amy demanded and rose
quickly from the table, knocking her chair over backwards in the process.
Michael watched the chair
rattle to the floor with a raised eyebrow as Amy stormed down the hallway.
Rising from the table he thought it best he follow her. Cautiously he
looked around the corner into Maria's room, only to be yanked into the
room and then pushed back up against the wall. He looked down into Amy's
livid green eyes, so much like Maria's, as she stabbed a finger into his
“I want to know what the
hell happened to my daughter out there and you are going to tell me right
now young man, or else so help me god they will never find your corpse!”
Michael blinked, swallowing
hard. “Ummm . . . what,” he cleared his throat. “What do you want to
“Don't play dumb with me,
Mister Guerin. I asked Maria and she said that she doesn't remember what
happened to her, but she said that you would know so you better start
doing some explaining!” Amy ranted, her eyes slowly filling with tears.
“You're going to tell me why my daughter is so different, why her hair
is different, why her eyes have a purple cast. Why she doesn't remember
things that she should know by heart . . .”
“Mrs. Deluca,” Michael
started. “You just found out about all of this and what happened to
Maria, it's . . . it's complicated.”
“Michael,” She sounded
a warning tone. “I don't care if it's rocket science in some alien
language! Explain it to me now!”
“We don't have time to
talk about this. Maria will be back in like ten sec--”
demanded, grinding her finger into his chest
exhaled, running a hand through his hair, trying to think of where to
start. He stepped out from under Amy's bruising finger and walked halfway
across the room before turning back.
“We got into a fight this
one night when we first got on the road, and I did something to her,”
Michael cut himself off as he turned away again and looked out the window.
He couldn't even force the words out of his mouth, they hurt so much. He'd
kept himself from even thinking about that night for so long.
“I'll show you what
your love feels like!”
He squeezed his eyes shut.
“It . . .I don't know, it like I short-circuited something inside her .
The door suddenly opened
behind Amy as Maria came into the room, taking deep breaths and wiping her
Michael turned and as he
saw how pale she looked, and mixed in with the anxiety of the memories he
was facing, he nearly crumbled. “Hey, what's wrong?” He asked,
stepping forward and gently tipping her chin up between his fingers.
“I'm just not feeling
well,” Maria explained, reasoning with herself that now wasn't the time.
“I think I might be coming down with something, maybe the flu. Is there
anything going around?” She asked innocently.
Michael shook his head and
pulled her into his arms, taking a relaxing breath as he felt her arms
close around him tightly. He looked up at Amy as she stood there watching
them, and although she said nothing, the look she gave him spoke a
She would find out the
And then she'd probably
Isabel spoke to Max between mouthfuls, sitting beside him and Jesse at the
Crashdown. “It feels like a week since I ate last.”
“Yeah, cheetos and
popcorn, what a dinner,” Jesse said, grabbing his drink, no response
from Max. It wasn’t as if she had expected a verbal essay of an answer
or anything, but Max wasn’t the type to blatantly ignore his sister’s
presence. She turned to look at him, wondering what was so interesting
that he hadn’t even heard her speak. “Max,” she spoke again, and,
like before, got no response. “Max!” she almost shouted, and finally
her brother’s head snapped to her direction.
“What?” he questioned,
as if Isabel hadn’t just been trying to get his attention for the last
“Aren’t you even going
to wish your lovely sister a good morning?” she joked, pretending to be
“Oh, yeah. Hi, Iz,” her
brother replied, turning back to whatever it had been that had been
sapping his attention moments before.
Isabel sighed and rolled
her eyes. Typical, Max was always uptight about something. “You know,
the least you can do is tell me what’s so interesting,” she almost
Max responded by lifting
his finger and pointing at something close by. Isabel turned her head in
the same direction his was looking and saw Hanley’s figure standing
outside at the window, hurriedly buying a newspaper and talking on his
cell phone yet again.
“Uh, okay Max. What’s
so unusual about that?”
Her words finally prompted
a response from her brother. “I know that he’s on that thing a lot.
It’s just he was almost screaming down it last night also, and he
hasn’t said a thing about what had him so worked up. Just look at the
way he is talking . . . it says a lot.”
troubles?” Isabel tried to joke again.
“I guess that’d explain
why he looks so upset and why has kept to himself, except that Hanley
isn’t exactly the type for that. At least not here on this planet
“Max, I’m sure it’s
nothing to worry about. If it was, he would have said something
already,” Isabel tried to assure him. “Now, about that lunch,” she
began to speak again, but was interrupted by Raeve’s voice as she
mumbled something to herself. She had been listening to Max and Isabel
talking and knew, just as they did, something was up with her brother.
Isabel and Max both turned
towards her as she finished speaking, curious to know what she had said.
It took Raeve a few seconds to realize they were both looking expectantly
in her direction.
“Nothing, just talking to
myself. You know, just your typical one-person, single-sided Freudian
conversation, nothing to worry about. Anyway, I’ll be back in a few
minutes,” she said quickly, pretending not to have been paying attention
to the previous communication. She made her way across the room to her
brother, who had just walked back in and hung up the phone. He looked at
the newspaper again and folded it quickly, tucking it under his arm.
“Right,” Max said,
looking with bemusement back at Isabel, who shrugged slightly in a sign of
agreement. “He’s not even telling her what’s going on.”
Hanley looked up to see his
sister weaving her way across the restaurant towards him with purpose
etched across her face. He watched her expectantly, knowing full well that
she was about to demand to know what was going on.
“So, dearest brother,
what’s a-happenin’?” she asked, eager to find out any news but not
wanting to make it immediately obvious. Hanley, on the other hand,
wasn’t so easily fooled.
“Stop it, Raeve,” he
spoke sharply. “We both know that you came over here to ask what I was
just talking about.”
“And you blame me why? I
mean, it’s obvious that it’s something upsetting. I may not have the
connection with you that I share with Xaedon, but I’m not blind you
know. So what’s going on?”
Hanley sighed, rubbing his
brow with his fingertips. Raeve knew he was trying to avoid telling her
about the conversation on the phone.
“Hanley, you’re not
getting out of this one. Tell me, now,” she made her demand more
“Fine,” Hanley spoke,
still hesitant. “It’s about the other protectors . . .something’s
going on. They’re disappearing . . . systematically.”
“What?” Raeve breathed
out, stumbling over her own word slightly. “Who? You’re serious? How?
By who?” the questions kept coming. “When did this start? Is Xae
“I don’t know, awhile
back. Not long, but long enough. Xaedon’s fine.”
“And you’ve known
for how long? Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” Raeve began to get
angry. “I’m affected just as much as you William, even if they
aren’t,” she signaled in the direction of the others. “We’re sure
in the hell not in for any sunny weather, and you’re holding out on
“Of course they’re
going to be effected by this. Someone is aiming these attacks at weakening
the resistance,” he said, quieting his voice. “It isn’t as though
we’re the target, they are – he is,” Hanley stated, tilting his head
towards Max. “We’re just a means to an end. Besides, we’re
protectors, it’s what we’re born to do. If we get hurt, it’s all in
the line of duty. Khivar knows that and to him, we’re just pawns.”
“I know,” Raeve sighed
anxiously, “I know. It’s just . . . well, we protectors haven’t
really faced anything like this before, Hanley. I mean, sure, we
put ourselves in danger to keep them out of it and there have been
deaths, but . . .we’ve never been hunted down before, never been
killed to get to the Royal Four.”
“I’m fully aware of
that,” Hanley responded. “But now that’s exactly what’s happening
to us. We can’t do anything but deal with it now, because that’s the
only option we’ve got. Have you been in contact with Xaedon over the
past few days? Right now would be a good time to maintain contact with him
because two more operatives were just lost.”
Now Raeve was massaging her
brow, attempting to collect her thoughts in a more orderly manner.
“Ah, yeah, I have.
Actually, he’s also got news, or rather, lack of it. He thinks the Chief
Officer in the Special Unit may not be well, normal,” she said,
lowering her voice as well. “He’s not sure whether the leader is. .
.” Raeve thought for a second, looking at a patron just five feet away.
“Czechoslovakian . . . or whether he’s being controlled by one.”
“Complements of Michael,”
Raeve added quickly. “You know…” she gestured.
“Either way, it doesn’t
look good,” Hanley cut in. “He’s pretty sure?”
“He’s almost certain
– unless he’s been watching too many B-rated movies again,” Raeve
responded, trying to lighten the mood that had descended over the duo.
“But that’s where the data ends. I haven’t heard anything more.”
appreciative and made it clear by giving her one of the disapproving looks
Raeve knew all so well.
“So-rry,” she said
sarcastically, but adopted a more serious attitude sensing his tension.
“Even if he’s wrong about that, Xaedon does know that the head cheese
is pretty damn powerful; he’s not going to be easily pushed aside . .
.” she trailed off, becoming aware as Hanley was, that one part of the
restaurant was silent and that their conversation wasn’t quite as
private as they had thought.
Both turned to face the
rest of the group, who all shared the same expectant look on their faces.
It was obvious that Max and Isabel wanted to know the rest of the story.
Max cocked his head sideways, motioning for the entire group to follow him
into the back room.
“Max, we weren’t
keeping this a secret from you,” Hanley spoke quickly, shutting the door
behind him. “We just didn’t want to set everybody’s nerves on edge
until we knew for sure what was going on.”
“You mean, you
didn’t want to tell anyone,” Raeve interjected, “Cause I didn’t
know anything about this.”
“Enough, Raeve,” Hanley
silenced her. “I suppose the rest of you heard everything we were
talking about, right?”
“You weren’t standing
in the least acoustically reverberant place of the restaurant, no,” Max
said, giving Hanley along with Raeve his own version of the disapproving
look. “But you can’t say that we didn’t have the right to know what
was going on. This news isn’t only affecting you and it shouldn’t have
been kept from us, or especially me, if you expect me to be an informed
leader and make informed decisions.”
“I know, Max, and I’m
sorry for keeping it from you,” Hanley responded, “Experience has
taught me to seek as much of the truth as possible before causing a panic.
I’ll let you know next time.”
“I’d appreciate it,”
Max replied. “We all would.” He turned to Raeve. “Was there anything
else Xaedon said?”
“Well, no,” she
responded. “That was about it. He isn’t exactly the most talkative of
people, no matter what medium you speak through; phone, Internet,
thought-waves, you name it. I offered to go and help him of course,” she
said, noting Hanley’s reaction. “But he adamantly refused. I hardly
even know which part of the country he is in anyways and he isn’t going
to tell me, just in case I decide to turn up there. He does quite well on
his own, and seems to think that if anyone else pops out of the woodwork,
it’d just give him away.”
remarked. “I suppose he thinks he’ll be bringing down the Special Unit
all on his own then too?” He said, shifting his stance.
“That would be incredibly
foolish,” Isabel managed to interject. “Even Michael wouldn’t try
“With Michael, anything
is possible,” Liz countered.
“We both know Xae prefers
to work alone, but he isn’t stupid,” Raeve began to dispute, and then
checked herself. Turning back to the group, she began again. “He’s
going to keep tabs on the man-in-charge and if he encounters any trouble,
or finds out we’re about to get into any, he’s going to contact me
directly so we’ll have some advance intel. But for the time being at
least, we’ve got nothing to worry about from the FBI. And if I find
anything out . . . well you know the drill.”
“And what about
protectors being killed?” Liz asked, her hand protectively at her
throat. “My parents –“
“Your parents are
fine,” Raeve reassured Liz. “Xaedon is making sure of that.”
“By the way, it was
Crelic and Salein,” Hanley said quietly to Raeve, her gaze dropping to
the floor. Raeve swallowed hard, her weak knees forcing her to sit down.
“Not only that,” Hanley
said, a newfound strength in his voice. “But they are the sole reason
we’re all standing here right now,” he threw the newspaper onto the
table, the front page opening to show a nondescript building on fire.
“What is this?” Liz
asked, looking at the printed document. “It says here there was some
vandalism or possible terrorist acts taken out on the first federal
“I don’t get it,”
Isabel said. “What would a terrorist want with the first federal--”
“Never mind the media,”
Hanley broke in. “That building was the old Roswell FBI repository.
Crelic and Salein burned it to the ground when they were discovered
inside,” he added.
Raeve glanced up at her
brother and then away, her mouth in a tight line.
Max gave them both a
pointed look, nodding slightly if not only out of respect. “I think
it’s probably a better idea to be prepared, even if we don’t believe
we’re in any further danger,” he advised the group, making his opinion
well known. “Like Raeve said, this news affects all of us and we
aren’t in for any sunny weather.”
A wave of unsettled
movement and tense reactions spread throughout the group. It was clear
that they had only seen a few clouds compared with the storm that was yet
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