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The setting sun was
shining the day Max left Roswell to track down his son. His parents were
there along with Isabel, Michael, Xaedon and Liz. Hanley, who requested to
go with him, loaded their suitcases into Phillip Evans’ car. The car was a
gesture from Max’s father that he truly appreciated. He knew that his
father wanted to help him in his endeavor. Lending his car to Max seemed to
be the best way to help for all involved. The van, though they kept it in
good condition, didn’t seem up for the trip and it would have been a sign
to anyone watching them that something new was actually happening. The car
provided better cover for the situation, for which Max was forever grateful
if his strategy would hold out in the end.
mom spoke up, pressing a folded piece of paper against his chest when he
turned to look at her, "you’ll need this to find your father’s
friend- he’s the one we took your son to for adoption."
Max gazed at her with
reverence for a moment. He knew she felt like he was embarking on a wild
goose chase and he wasn’t sure that she would help him out in the end. She
warned him that his father’s friend seemed a bit loopy and felt that the
man might not give him any information to go on. The man might want some
proof of Max’s relation to his son and his mom knew that such a demand
could mean trouble for her son. Still, in the end, she saw fit to help him
out as best she could. He couldn’t imagine not responding to her affection
in that moment.
She smiled and pulled
him into her warm embrace. He briefly returned the hug and pulled away only
to find another familiar pair of female arms wrap firmly around him. Isabel,
worried about him leaving as well and she had no problems showing how she
Max," she insisted, "I don’t like you going off on your own like
this even though Hanley is going with you."
Max looked at Isabel
and remembered what happened the last time he went off on his own. He looked
at her reassuringly, a small grin playing on his lips. She attempted to
return the grin and slowly pulled away from him.
worry," Hanley spoke up from beside the car, "this trip won’t be
like the last one."
Max sensed that Hanley
meant to lighten the moment, but no one seemed to even crack a grin. Well,
except for Michael who seemed completely calm about the situation. Oddly,
Michael became calm before Max announced his latest mission to save his son.
Max pinpointed the change in mood to the day before when his best friend
became a father.
"As long as no one
ends up unconscious on the side of the road," Michael said
half-teasingly, "that’s an improvement over last time."
Everyone seemed to
agree and Max moved toward Liz to give her a hug. He almost reached her when
Michael intercepted and pulled him into a big hug. He pulled away a few
seconds later and Max had a feeling Michael had not finished putting his two
cents in on this trip he was taking.
"You do have a
deadline on this trip, right?" Michael pressed gruffly, "because I
am only the leader temporarily, as in while you’re gone. You better come
"Look, it’s just
two weeks okay, at the most," Max assured him, "unless extenuating
circumstances keep us longer than expected."
"And, he’ll keep
in touch," Isabel added, "or else."
Isabel," Liz spoke up, "Max knows what is expected."
Isabel seemed content
with Liz’s response because she didn’t say anything further. Max turned
his attention to Liz who practically threw herself into his arms. Under her
calm exterior, Max knew she was worried for him and his son. He wrapped his
arms around her and rubbed her back in long smooth strokes.
she whispered into his right ear, "you probably won’t be able to
prevent what I saw, but you will save him. Just … be very careful. I love
"I love you
too," Max whispered in return and said aloud while he pulled away from
her to climb into the car, "we’ll be back soon. I hope we can all
stay out of trouble."
After those words, some
of them chuckled lightly. They never went looking for their problems.
Trouble just seemed to follow them. Everywhere.
Liz’s journal entry:
A vision came to me the
other night. I saw something important to Max and I told him. I should feel
relieved. I would even settle for calm, but oddly I am far from sensing that
feeling within me. He's out there saving his son ... again ... and here I am
in our bedroom alone. The vision still haunts me as if to tell me that what
I saw may not have been right. Of course, I haven't seen anything this
powerful in months and logically want to second guess it now that my gift of
foresight has returned. Admittedly, I have felt this way before – last
time when I saw Serena for the first time and before that when I thought we
were going to die.
I am a budding
scientist with an ability to do something I have little control over ...
something that overwhelms my mind. Serena says I am gaining control over
this ability to see the future, but I had no control over what I saw. I
didn't choose to see any of the visions that haunted me incessantly. More
unnerving is the feeling that I may never be able to control what I see,
that it's in the hands of a higher power and I am just somehow tuned into
its communication. For someone who loves science, I know it's unusual for me
to think about the existence of a higher power. It's not something that can
be proven after all, but I sense that I receive these visions for a reason.
It's just a feeling I can't quite shake and I'm worried. I'm worried about
what I'll see next.
Liz worked at the Crash
Down while Max was away. Serving food seemed to make time move faster and
kept her from worrying too much about Max's and his son's well being. She
knew he took Hanley with him and that Hanley was the most reliable protector
they encountered so far. Still, she missed her husband. Worrying for his
safety came with the territory.
Every time she worried,
a little voice inside her head told her to calm down. Lunch rush had died
down and her parents were in the storage room counting inventory. Serena
excused herself to take a break, leaving Liz with Raeve who was talking to
someone on her cell phone and Agnes who seemed to have disappeared on
another one of her many smoking breaks. Frustrated by the nervous energy she
couldn't seem to expend on anyone, she grabbed a wet dish rag and began to
wipe down the milk shake machine. A very shiny, very clean milk shake
Serena's voice interrupted her, "that's the fifth time in the last
three hours that you've decided to clean that machine. It's sparkling
"I know," Liz
sighed after Serena gently yanked the wet rag from her hands, "it's
just ... I ... was I right to send him after his son?"
about a premonition?" Serena scoffed, "that's not like you."
"I'm not second
guessing it," Liz insisted, "I'm just not sure he can keep his son
safe. We can't even keep our own parents out of danger and it's not like we
"None of us can
ever be completely safe, but his son is just a little kid. There are some
things we could protect him from."
Kal langley paced back
and forth on a shaggy burnt orange carpet in a room with no windows. A blue
tooth ear piece lodged in his right ear. Silence enveloped the voice that
had been speaking to him through his ear phone. He checked a switchboard and
several lights flashed back at him except for the one he was looking for.
Cursing under his breath, he forced himself to stop moving. His fists
clenched and relaxed several times before he reluctantly waved his right
hand over the ear piece, ending the call that already seemed to be
Seconds passed before a
ringing filled the room. Langley pushed the button on his ear piece this
time after glancing at the switchboard. He hoped for good news. He knew who
was calling him.
"Will, thank god
it's you," he breathed calmly, "I think we just lost another. Tell
me you have good news."
the voice replied, "Max and I, we're on our way to find his son."
Kal replied exasperated, "tell me you didn't tell him his son is in
"I didn't tell
him," Will assured him, "but at this point he probably has a
better chance of protecting his son than we do and he is the boss."
"Gee thanks for
reminding me," Kal said sarcastically.
"Who did we
lose?" Will spoke up.
replied, "though I don't have confirmation. It just happened, no
warning at all. I can't figure out how he knows, Will. He has spotted every
spy we put in his ranks except for you three. I've got another batch of
trainees here, but no one ready to blend in with Kivar's soldiers. Xaedon
would probably go back, but his cover is already blown by now and I really
can't spare him from your detail."
"Don't worry about
it," Will told him, "we'll think of something. Have you gathered
any more useful data so far? Maybe something about where they are going to
grab Max's son?"
"Rosner was about
to tell me more before ... but I don't have much useful intel on Max's kid.
They kept telling me that the soldiers talked about a Ekalavya, which is a
name I remember from a mythology book. It's not Antarian or Antarvian,"
"Must be a code
name," Will responded, hope filling his voice, "did you get any
"Nothing I found
useful, but I guess that's not surprising," he said, mostly to himself,
and added, "but, it does sound like a group of soldiers are moving
heard Hanley say into his cell phone, "I wish you could tell me
something a bit more specific than that."
Max glanced at Hanley
and then back at the house before him. The place was nothing fancy, but
seemed to Max to be in the early stages of dilapidation. The man they came
to find – if he still lived in the house that reflected the address his
mom handed him – certainly wasn’t into home maintenance. The paint on
the wood siding looked chipped and worn in several places. Green vines with
lush green leaves climbed up the left end of the house as if pulling the
wall toward the ground. A couple of the shutters were hanging by their last
few nails and creaked in the breeze. The rusty weathered plaque of numbers
hung loosely from the beam above the garage door. Max wondered what kind of
man lived in such a house and why his parents thought of him when he asked
them to take his son to be adopted. He glanced at the piece of paper one
more time, but the numbers didn’t lie.
"Yep," he responded
thoughtfully to his protector, "this is the place."
"Your parents took
your son - the royal prince of Antar- to this dump?" Hanley prodded
doesn't carry any weight on Earth to regular earthlings," Max replied,
"besides my parents said this man gets kids adopted off the books. The
house probably helps him hide all that, but you are right about one
Hanley said while Max unbuckled his seat belt.
"Nobody would want
their kid in this house," Max said with a small chuckle while he opened
the car door so he could step outside, "the guy must be loon like just
like my mom said. Anyway, follow me."
They climbed out of the
car and Max approached the house. Hanley followed close behind, his eyes
darted everywhere incase they were followed. So far the trip was without
incident. Max stopped at the front door and knocked three times. At first
they thought no one was home because no noise came from inside the house.
Max lifted his fist to knock one more time when they heard the clicking
sound of the door unlocking. The door opened slightly and a pair of beady
brown eyes peered at them through the gap.
"Who is it?" the
man erupted gruffly.
"Are you Mr.
Flamhil?" Max responded calmly.
?" the man demanded, eyeing them warily.
"Max Evans. This
is my friend, Will. My parents are Phillip and Diane Evans. They brought my
son here to be adopted almost three years ago. I'm trying to find him. They
said you could help me," Max explained.
years?" the man scoffed, "why not ten for all the good my memory
can give ya. Ah well, I do know the Evanses, they've helped me out of a jam
a time or two."
"Do you remember
them coming here with my son?" Max prodded anxiously.
"Made a mistake
did ya?" the man replied thoughtfully, "a lot of biological
parents have regrets."
"Any of them find
you yet?" Hanley spoke up impatiently, "besides him?"
"No, but most of
em are probably too scared to try finding their kids. The bigger majority
seem to just move on, I think," the man explained, "can I ask why
you want your son back?"
Max hoped Mr. Flamhil
would not bring up that question. He hadn't thought of a legitimate excuse
in the time it took to find the man's hovel. He knew that no one would take
him seriously if he told them the truth.
Hanley spoke up, "leukemia actually. Turns out Max's sister Isabel was
diagnosed with it and maybe Max's kid is a match."
Cancer seemed like a
good excuse, Max mused to himself while the man thought it over. Regardless,
the news did sadden the man and he hoped they might obtain information out
of pity alone if nothing else. Mr. Flamhil sighed unhappily. Max couldn't be
sure if he was convinced by the story or just trying to think of something
else to say to keep him from the truth.
"My son could be
her last hope," Max tried, "really that's all I need from him. His
new parents can keep him, really. We just can't let her go without
exhausting all the options."
Mr. Flamhil sighed assuringly, "Let me see what I can find. Please come
in while I search my office. The couch is open."
Max took a deep breath
and motioned for Hanley to follow him inside. The man closed the door once
they entered and Max watched him amble toward a room to the right of the
front door. He went inside and closed the door most of the way. Max stood
waiting; hoping for some information that would take him to his son before
the wrong people could snatch him away. He didn't want his son to be so
scared if he could prevent the situation.
"How are Phil and
Diane?" Mr. Flamhil shouted from his office, "still lawyering and
"You know why I
remember your son?" he responded and added moments later, "it's
the only six month old kid that ever came to me un-named. Must have odd
parents, I thought, to live for six months with his mom and not be named. I
asked Diane, but she insisted."
Max knew why. He made
his mom promise not to give his son's real name to anyone. 'Zan' was a
antarian name and if an enemy learned his son's real name, the boy could
become a target. All he wanted was for his son to have a normal life with
great parents ... well, until he learned from Liz that his son was still in
"I wanted to name
him," Max heard himself reply, "but his mom didn't want to get
attached to him because we knew we would have to send him away. We just
didn't have enough money or enough love to take care of him."
Mr. Flamhil announced seconds before he emerged from his office, "here
is what little information I have on your son. Caucasion male, six months
old, brown eyes. I fixed him up with a nice couple who were real happy to
recieve him. Ken and Ellen Levvock. They drove here all the way from Athens,
Georgia. Visiting family there, I think. The Levvocks live in Eudora, Kansas
as far as I know."
"That's a small
town," Hanley told them, "shouldn't be too difficult to find him
Kyle thought he was
dreaming. The salt sea air and the white sand beach he saw sprawled out
before him seemed surreal. The air in his bedroom felt cold that night, even
with Serena sleeping beside him. He thought he fell asleep thinking about
the warm beach in West Palm that he visited a long time ago with his dad to
see some of his distant cousins. The sky was blue and he felt the warm sea
breeze ruffle though his hair. He breathed it in, he smelled the ocean and
he heard the waves crashing against the shore.
Some children giggled
nearby and Kyle turned to look at them. They sat in the sand several feet
away with buckets and shovels. He scratched his head after he spotted them
because he never dreamed about children before unless he- himself- was the
Unsure, Kyle turned
toward the ocean and took a step toward the water. His toes dug into the
sand and rubbed against the skin between his toes. Knowing that his dreams
were never this real, he knelt down and pressed one of his hands against the
sand. He felt the small grains when he picked up a bit of the sand to take a
closer look. A bell rang in his head. A light bulb metaphorically turned on.
"Oh man," he
gasped to himself, "I'm not dreaming, am I."
He stood straight and
thought about how he arrived at the beach. He tried to think of a way to
return to his bed, beneath the blankets with Serena beside him. He closed
his eyes, racking his brain for a solution. Before he could open his eyes
again, the sound of the crashing waves began to fade. The wind died down
completely. Serena's soft deep breathing filled his ears. Kyle opened his
eyes. Small rays of the early morning sunlight found their way into his room
between the cracks in the cheap plastic blinds that covered the windows. His
hands gripped his bed sheets as if to confirm that he had returned to his
own reality and relaxed upon the affirmation. He felt sure that he had
somehow transported himself to a beach on the other side of the country, but
he couldn't wrap his mind around the reality of such a concept actually
happening to him. Mind warps sure, blue alien goop without a doubt, and of
course his alien hybrid friends who could make strange things happen all day
long if they wanted to ... but ending up on a beach out of the blue? He
wondered how real the beach had really been and if hadn't been there at all.
He simply could not decide and not knowing frustrated him for the time
'Holy crap,' he thought
to himself while he turned to his right and spotted Serena peacefully
sleeping beside him, 'I was dreaming, right?'
Kyle's mind raced with
ideas as to what just happened to him. Minutes passed before he moved his
body to stretch. Then he dragged his legs over the side of the bed and sat
up. He started to stand up until he felt something rough beneath his feet.
When he looked down at his feet, his eyes widened. There, between his toes
and shedding onto the carpet rested the white grains of sand he felt beneath
him in his dream. He checked his hands and sure enough he found sand on one
of them as well.
Nervous and unsure,
Kyle stood up and ran over to the full length mirror Serena hung on the back
of his bedroom door. He checked himself over. Satisfied that he looked okay,
he brushed off his hand against his flannel pajama bottoms. He wanted to
know what happened, but he also felt a fear attached to his curiosity. He
wasn't crackling like tin foil, but he knew that something just happened to
him. His only problem was that he simply could not explain it ... not even
to himself ... and he wasn't even sure he wanted the answers.
Max found the park just
as Liz predicted. Although he sensed his son the second he arrived, several
minutes passed before he could pinpoint his child's exact location. Every
child in the neighborhood seemed to be outside enjoying the warm sunny
weather. Hanley, who followed him half-way across the country, stayed far
enough behind Max to remain unnoticed. Max hid behind a big oak tree and
watched his son who was searching for something in the sand within the
playground. A small smile formed on Max's lips when his son finally
unearthed whatever he was hoping to find and stood up with a triumphant grin
on his face.
The little boy ran up
to his mom with a huge smile on his face and the small item he just found
cupped gently in his small outstretched hands. His mother returned the
smile, tentatively extended one of her hands and waited for him to hand over
whatever he found so fascinating. He put the object in her hand, grinned and
ran back to the playground. He spotted some birds and tried to chase them
until his concentration waned. Two other small boys abandoned the tire
swing. The boy, having kept an eye on it for a while now, ran over and
sprung onto the black rubber ring. The tire moved the second he grabbed it
and he fought to find away to stay on it. His mom approached the swing too
and gently helped him become situated. He enjoyed the swing for a few
minutes and then jumped off. He stumbled when he landed and fell face first
onto the sand.
A few seconds later, he
pushed himself up a little. His mom checked on him, but he shook his head
when she examined a scrape she found on his arm. She turned her attention to
her purse, probably to fish out a band-aid and the boy simply surveyed the
area around him as if his world just turned upside down. He gazed
momentarily at his small wound and touch it with his fingers. His mom
quickly noticed and brushed them away, but Max saw the glow that appeared
beneath them seconds before. His heart began to race at the thought of his
son gaining powers. He wanted to approach his son, but remained behind the
big oak tree a little bit longer. He had no idea how to explain to his
son’s adoptive mother the reason he needed to take his son back. What if
she were to refuse to believe him? What if she were to decide that her son
were strange or abnormal because of his gifts. What if she would decide to
embrace his uniqueness? Would he let her put herself in danger too?
Max leaned against the
tree feeling completely confounded. A calming sensation suddenly ebbed at
him and he looked for his son again. The boy stood up, staring off in his
general direction. Max remembered the connection he shared with his son and
tried to block it, but his son found him and his sense of calm continued to
flow into Max. The energy emanating from his son buzzed through him. The boy
made himself known, Max realized, and the energy faded enough for Max to
realized what had happened. Any alien looking for his son could have tuned
into his energy and located him. As Liz predicted, his son was in just as
much danger as everyone else he cared for. He slumped down against the tree
and closed his eyes, trying to recompose himself. He glanced at Hanley,
knowing he would be concerned by Max's reaction and nodded for him to stay
where he was. Hanley nodded subtly and obeyed.
back here!" a woman shouted.
Seconds later, Max’s
heartbeat quickened and he turned to check on his son. He didn’t have to
look very far. There, standing not more than two feet in front him stood the
boy. Max didn’t know what to do except to take in his son’s appearance.
He could see the curls in his son’s mess of short light brown hair and the
eyes- though they were brown- were shaped like his mother’s. His son had
his nose, his big ears and his mouth. Max opened his mouth to say something,
but that same woman spoke up again.
are," she said breathlessly and relieved. She knelt down to look the
boy in the eye and gently grabbed him by the arms when she continued,
"don’t run off on me like that."
sorry," his son said softly.
fault," Max heard himself speak up, "I fell and he must have
noticed. I guess he wanted to check on me."
"He’s never done
this before," she said apologetically, "if he bothered you-"
"No, not at
all," Max insisted.
His son stepped closer
and pressed his little hands against the sides of Max’s face. Max saw a
flash of the Antarian ‘V’ in his mind and the next thing he knew his son
wrapped his arms around him. He wanted to return his son’s embrace, but
felt a bit uncomfortable with the woman watching.
"I um-" she
uttered confusedly, "Alex, sweetie come away from this man. You don’t
even know him."
"No," the boy
sorry," Max told him softly, gently prying himself away from his son,
"but I think she’s right."
daddy," he said softly.
"Alex, he’s not
your daddy," the woman insisted and added to Max, "I’m so sorry
okay," Max assured her, "he is right. From a certain point of
"What are you
talking about?" she demanded, her hands on Alex ready to yank him away.
replied, "is biologically my son."
Maria sat in her mom's
old wooden rocking chair. Her little baby girl wrapped up in her arms. The
movement of the chair soothed the baby. Maria cradled her daughter for hours
at night and often hummed lullabies when the infant had trouble falling
asleep. Midnight approached and the baby slept soundly in her arms. She
continued to rock the chair back and forth ever so gently, but her gaze
landed on the moon.
The silence of the
night seemed to envelope the room and Maria felt lost within it. The sound
of the window sliding open never registered in her mind. Only a cool breeze
brushed against her face once the window opened. The baby stirred and Maria
tried to sooth her. When the baby seemed to relax again, the full reality of
the situation hit her and her gaze locked on the open window.
Rath stood before the
window. His eyes were locked on something specific. Maria realized he
spotted her baby and she pulled the baby closer while she stood up. He
stepped toward her. She stepped back and turned toward the crib that used to
be her own years ago.
"I wouldn't hurt
her," he whispered insistently.
hurt you," Maria reminded him, mimicking his tone while she placed her
baby gently into the crib, "It's been three months you know. why have
you come back?"
"To help," he
"They won't let
you help," she pointed out, "they don't trust you."
"You could make'em,"
he suggested insistently.
"I don't trust
you," she informed him.
relented and took another step toward her while he continued, "but
She shook her head for
a moment, her green eyes locked on her sleeping child. Feelings bubbled up
within her for Rath and she knew Calypso was pleading with her. Calypso did
trust Rath. She hadn't fully emerged within Maria since the baby was born,
but Maria knew she remained. Calypso gave a lot of her energy to help Maria
bring her daughter into the world. The process left her somewhat weakened,
but Rath's presence seemed to rejuvenate her. Maria's emerald green eyes
turned purple and she turned toward Rath.
"I don't have the
strength to leave her," she told him, "I will do what I can, but I
need more time."
"We will be
together again," he assured her ardently.
agreed wholeheartedly, "but, not like this. Until then, we must help
them. You have to earn their trust. Promise me. Now go."
He nodded and she
turned away to wipe the tears from her eyes. She forced herself to take a
couple deep breaths and a slight glow emanated from her eyes. Royal purple
dissipated into emerald green. She glanced at her child once more, pulled
the baby blanket up to her little chin and placed a soft kiss on her
forehead. Her little girl stirred slightly, but did not wake. Maria turned
finally toward the bed where Michael slept soundly and decided to join him.
Max found himself
amazed by the warm loving mother that Ellen Levvock was to his son. He felt
terrible knowing that he would have to part them. She still didn't
understand why Alex approached him and he felt certain that some skepticism
remained about his parental claim. Despite all that, she invited him to stop
by their house that evening and he wasn't sure why she insisted on his
He sat with Ellen and
her husband Robert at their kitchen table. Their gaze kept returning to him,
making him feel uncomfortable. Very little was said until after Alex was
excused from the table five minutes before and Max thought about saying
something just to break the uncomfortable silence in the room.
"What you said in
the park," Ellen spoke up thoughtfully, "I never would have
believed it except I see your likeness in my son. I want to know why you
came to the park."
special," Max explained, "in a way that makes him different from
both of you. I had hoped, when I gave him up that he would live a normal
life because I believed he was normal. I was wrong."
"What do you mean
by special?" Robert spoke up, "is he gifted?"
Max chewed the question
over in his mind for a few seconds. He never really considered his own
powers as gifts. He could cause pain just as easily as heal or protect these
days. Causing pain couldn't really be a gift, but then he supposed that Alex
couldn't cause pain yet with his powers.
Max said replied reluctantly, "but the same reason he is special could
bring some very dangerous people here. He will be better protected if he can
come with me."
"You came here to
take back our baby?" Ellen cried, tears dripping out of the corners of
her eyes. Robert tried to comfort her, but she continued, "we tried for
eight long years before we were blessed with Alex. He's all we have and you
want to take him away. For what? Why should we believe you?"
spoke up from the kitchen doorway, tears in his young, innocent aquamarine
blue eyes. She extended her arms and the little boy ran into her embrace.
Tears filled her eyes as well. She held Alex tightly and looked toward Max
with anger in her eyes.
Max," Ellen demanded calmly, standing up with Alex still in her arms,
"I can’t let you take him."
Max gazed at his son
for a moment as if he might protest, but Alex seemed focused on Ellen while
she carried him out of the room. He sighed unhappily after they left the
room and returned his attention to Robert. The man leaned back in his chair
for a moment and raked his hands through his short, thinning, dark brown
"Her doctor told
us that she can't have children of her own," he said to Max, "for
three long months she seemed devastated. I can't bear the thought of seeing
her like that again. Being a mother, it's one of her greatest desires.
Besides, Alex is a great kid."
"I'm sure she has
been a wonderful mother to Alex," Max replied, "I deeply regret
that taking him away would cause her more pain."
"Then don’t do
it," Robert demanded, "he's only three."
Max sighed, "there are just some things and people you and Ellen can't
protect him from."
"Yeah, well I’m
not sorry and you can’t just come here to wisk away your son. He’s our
son now and you need to move on."
Max felt horrible. He
knew that this meeting would end badly. What else could he do? If he left
the house now, the enemy would still grab little Alex and he would have to
save the boy. Could that be his only way to convince the Levvocks? He hoped
not, but couldn’t think of an alternate plan at that moment.
relented, "just take care of him. I won’t take him with me now, but
this won’t be the last time we see each other."
"What does that
mean?" Mr. Levvock replied.
"That means I’ll
be in town the rest of the week. If he’s still safe by Saturday then
I’ll leave him here for good," Max explained.
man retorted while Max walked to the back door, "but nothing is going
"I hope not,"
Max told him calmly while he opened the door to leave, glancing at the man
one last time, "just remember I tried to warn you. I need to be the one
to keep him safe."
Raeve felt nervous. She
checked the clock and counted heads again. For the tenth time in the last
fifteen minutes, Ava remained absent from the Crashdown dining room. She
spotted Xaedon who sent her a concerned glance from across the crowded café.
Although he obviously felt her emotions as usual, she wasn’t in the mood
‘I’m fine,’ she
told him telepathically, without blinking an eye.
‘Liar,’ he scoffed
gently, ‘go find Ava if it’s bothering you so much. I can watch the
others until you return.’
She sighed, frustrated
by her best friend’s absence, and decided to take action. Ava seemed
distant ever since Max announced his search for his son. They all converged
at the Crashdown for dinner after Max and Hanley left town … all except
for Ava who seemed to have disappeared right after they arrived. Was Ava
worried? Raeve wondered why Ava suddenly needed privacy. Any other day she
would be chatting with someone or helping Liz with her powers.
theories, Raeve climbed the stairs into the Parkers’ apartment where Ava
had been staying since their return to Roswell. When she entered the
apartment she immediately recognized that the television was on and spotted
Ava curled up in Mr. Parker’s favorite arm chair. Her blue eyes locked on
the television screen when she noticed Raeve’s presence. Raeve sat down on
the couch beside the chair and tried to figure out what Ava was watching.
All she knew was that the volume was a tad bit loud for her ears.
"Ya mind turning
it down a little!" she shouted over the noise of the television.
Her friend frowned, but
pointed the remote at the television anyway. The sound level decreased
enough for Raeve’s ears to feel relieved. Ava didn’t seem to noticed her
relief, however, her gaze still on the television. Raeve noticed that the
channel Ava chose was the local news station and they were talking about a
major pile-up that just happened on highway 285.
"Well, I wish you
luck if you’re trying not to worry," Raeve said, hoping to get
through to her friend.
"Dis whole thing
is messed up," Ava blurted suddenly, "Dey shouldn’t have
better," Ava continued, "but he can’t say ‘no’ to King
"The prince is in
danger," Raeve reminded her, "they had to do something."
"Yeah, well he
shouldn’t be," Ava insisted, "I-"
She seemed to be
thinking about what to say next so Raeve waited. Why shouldn’t baby Zan be
in danger? The rest of his family lived in and out of danger all the time.
She thought Max was foolish trying to protect his son by sending him away.
The boy was marked, she figured, otherwise Tess never would have taken him
back to his father. She was just a protector though, she reminded herself,
it wasn’t really her place to criticize.
she heard herself say to Ava.
"When Hanley found
me, I was searching for the kid. I think he was too. We found him and he
seemed safe … happy even. He seemed human just like Tess insisted,"
Ava explained, "so we left him there with his family. He said it would
be too complicated to take the kid back with us and he thought someone might
have been following him. So we left and he shook his tail so he could bring
me to Max and the others. I wanted to tell Max, but he was always busy.
Always givin me space like he felt uncomfortable around me. Hanley knew I
wanted to tell, but he asked me to let the feeling pass. Oooh, dis whole
thing is his fault!"
"Why were you guys
looking for him in the first place?" Raeve prodded, "Will never
mentioned any of this to me."
asked him to check on the kid. I just happened to be in the same town as the
kid one day and sensed him since my dupe was his mom. I wanted to see him
for myself after that, maybe take him away if he was in a bad place. Hanley
had a tail, he knew it and we should’ve done something after he told me he
knew. The enemy used him to find Max’s kid, Rae. It’s our fault that Max
had to leave again," Ava ranted, "and it’s dangerous – for all
we know he’s walking into a trap!"
"So you said
nothing before they left. Why? Is it because Liz had a vision about
it?" Raeve replied.
"You could have
Raeve turned to
acknowledge Liz standing the doorway. She closed the door behind her and sat
down beside her on the couch. She noticed that Ava seemed to be at a loss
"I’m betting she
did," Raeve decided aloud.
wouldn’t have stopped them," Liz responded, "Max is very
stubborn in all matters regarding finding his son. Last time, believe it or
not, he verged on obsession and got all excited when this little autistic
boy talked to only him and called him ‘daddy’. He couldn’t relax until
Tess finally returned with their baby."
"Yeah and you said
Tess sacrificed her life to keep her baby safe," Raeve added intrigued,
"how noble is that?"
Ava said thoughtfully, "on whether you think she really died that night
or if she just gave up a life of raising her son for his own safety and had
second thoughts like Max did the other night."
"Max said Tess
died that night," Liz insisted, "and I felt it. I wasn’t more
than fifty feet away when it happened. The special unit was after all of us
including her baby and she made a choice."
doesn’t think she’s dead," Ava informed them, "he found me
when he meant to find her. He thought she’d try to find her son after Max
sent him away."
Liz tossed and turned
while she dreamed. She kept seeing Max’s son, scared and alone in a dark
room. His hands and feet tied up. She had the same dream since she saw it in
her vision. The cold dark room haunted her dreams. Shadows of people moving
against cracks of light in the wood boards above. Dust floating down from
Max, miles away, must
have been having the same dream because she sensed him there. She could tell
that the boy sensed Max’s presence as well. His breathing calmed slightly
and he coughed, probably from the tears he cried while feeling scared.
A door opened. Light
flooded a stairway nearby, allowing her to see the boy more clearly. Max
approached the boy, Liz felt certain. She still couldn’t see his face
clearly enough to be completely positive. Hands glowed, the boy gasped in
relief and the man picked him up, rushing him away to safety.
She tried to follow,
tried to see some other details of the place he had been in. Anything to
give Max a better clue as to where to go. A hallway with beige laminated
tile on the floor with a front door at the end of it and a small table on
the right. She looked at the mail that was strewn about the surface of the
table, willing the address to become clearer to her eyes. Max seemed to be
looking there as well. She put one of her hands on the small of his back and
they both gasped. The image became clearer.
Liz sat up with a gasp.
Miles away, Max did the same. They both knew where to find the boy. Liz knew
he would have a plan. She took a deep breath and fell back to sleep. Max
climbed out of bed and decided to start working on his plan.
Maria gazed at Michael
from their bed. He sat relaxed in the rocking chair; their baby cradled in
his arms. Their infant daughter cooed softly and extended her arms toward
Michael's face. Michael didn't notice the baby's movements until she
squirmed slightly. His eyes flew open and he checked the gentle hold he had
on her. The baby started to cry, her hands curling into tiny fists. Maria
moved to help him out, but quickly realized that she didn't have to do
anything. Michael lifted the baby and rested her little head on his
shoulder. She seemed to relax and Michael closed his eyes again.
In the few weeks since
their daughter's birth, Michael had become a wonderful father. Maria envied
how relaxed he always seemed to be around the baby. She already thought
about several reasons for her lack of calm and comfort. One of course were
the extra hormones and such that usually follow giving birth. Another reason
was that she still shared her mind with Calypso who seemed even more nervous
about the baby than she felt. Calypso wanted a perfect mother for the baby.
Maria spent more time having a really good idea of how Calypso felt about
her parenting skills than her own mother. In fact, Calypso's worrying in
combination with her own left her body completely exhausted at the end of
the day. That's why it was so easy for Maria's eyes to close while taking in
Michael's curiously calm nature at the end of the day.
Her body drifted to
sleep and her mind with it. She found herself in her dream plane- well, the
one she realized she had after Calypso joined her body. The park she saw by
a beautiful crystalline sapphire lake used to look more Antarian. She knew
Calypso brought the initial image into her mind. The red water and yellow
desert sand melded over time with a more earth like place where Maria could
Usually, Maria dreamed
that Michael was with her there and he was with an arm draped over her left
shoulder. She leaned against him and took a deep breath. She began to feel
calm until she felt a sadness ebbing away at her as if a storm cloud drifted
into her view of the dark night sky above. She looked around for Calypso who
usually interrupted her relaxing dream state to bug her about her
relationship with Michael or some other such nonsense. Calypso had the black
hair and purple eyes in the dream plane just like she had on Antar and Maria
looked like her old self with the honey blond curls and emerald green eyes.
They knew each other inside and out ... and Maria knew that Calypso wasn't
Maria knew that Calypso
had hoped- at least at first- to take complete control of her body and her
mind. She wanted the life with Rath that was taken away from her back on
Antar. Maria had been trying to convince Calypso that Michael wasn't the
clone of Rath that she really wanted. That Maria wanted to be alone with
Michael more than anything else in the whole world and would marry him if
she ever got the chance to be alone in her own head again. Calypso was the
main reason why Maria hesitated when Michael proposed. She wanted to be sure
she knew which one he really wanted to marry because (although he doubted
it) she hoped to be free of Calypso one day.
Calypso, knowing all of
this, chose that night to sit in the dream plane at a distance. Seeing
Michael and Maria together, however, proved too painful on her heart. She
wanted to be the one. She needed to be the one. She just couldn't convince
Maria that she was Michael's one and besides that, the baby was completely
theirs alone. Michael, Maria and the baby - they deserved to be a family ...
'Hey,' Maria spoke
softly in her dream plane to Calypso who seemed to be crying, 'I'm sorry if
I've caused you this pain.'
'You didn't,' Calypso
sniffed while she wiped away her tears, 'destiny got in the way on Antar.
Then I came to earth to find Rath and brought this on myself.'
'Well, you aren‘t
completely to blame,’ Maria sighed gently, ‘but, all that aside, you
have to know that Rath loves you.
'No, he loves you,'
Calypso insisted, but Maria interrupted.
'No, no,' Maria
corrected her, 'Michael loves me. Rath loves you. As in Michael's dupe. I've
seen how it kills him to know that we share the same body. Michael won't let
him near me and no offense, but Rath makes me a little uneasy.'
'How is that supposed
to make me feel better?' Calypso sobbed angrily.
'Well, I don't know if
it's possible,' Maria suggested, 'but you were in another body before you
leaped into me. Maybe we could find another body for you to leap into.'
'I suppose it's
possible,' Calypso replied thoughtfully while she calmed down a little, 'but
I merged with you in the beginning to help heal your mind. Leaping out could
be tricky. There could be some strings attached. My leaping could hurt you.'
'Maybe,' Maria admitted
the small possibility, 'but, I'm much stronger now and I am willing to take
'Michael and Rath -
they wouldn't allow it if we tell them,' Calypso pointed out nervously,
"I'm not even sure that I approve."
'True,' Maria said with
a smirk, 'but neither of them need to know. We can search Roswell for the
perfect soul wherever we want. We could even take the baby with us while we
look if you could calm down a little about my parenting. Eventually we will
find the right body for you. Then, you'll have your Rath and I'll have my
A small smile began to
play on Calypso's beautiful face and Maria allowed herself to smile as well.
For once, she knew she would be able to dream in peace. Well, at least until
the baby decided to wake up.
"This is it,"
Max told Hanley as they approached the house, "this is the house where
I save him."
Hanley eased the car to
a stop and shifted the automatic stick to park it. For a moment, both men
regarded the house. Max looked for suspicious people, and Hanley scanned the
building looking for the best entrance and escape routes.
"Okay, say you go
into this house and save the kid," Hanley spoke up, "how do you
convince his new parents that you were right and it’s time for them to
give him back to you?"
"I figure I’ll
cross that bridge when I get to it," Max sighed, "but Liz said he
gets taken while at the park. We should go back there for now. In my dream I
don’t save him until after nightfall."
Isabel sighed heavily
while she stirred her cup of coffee from her barstool at the Crashdown’s
bar. She propped her head against her right hand; its elbow propped on the
counter. She glanced at the clock yet again and rolled her eyes. Ava walked
toward another table, she noticed, bussing and cleaning as best she knew how
… like she was on a mission. She wondered what was on her friend’s mind
that made the girl so focused.
"You think we’ll
get any new customers for the rest of the day?" Serena spoke up from
behind the bar.
Liz assured her, "dinner rush will come."
"Not exactly what
I’m waiting for," Raeve spoke up from her usual corner, "Will
hasn’t called me all day."
"Is that normal
… for him I mean?" Isabel prodded.
"Depends on where
he is and the kind of mission he’s given. In this instance I expect a
phone call at least once a day," she explained.
Isabel nodded and
sighed again. Max didn’t usually call while away … unless the thought
occurred to him that he needed to tell her something. She wondered if Liz
heard from him yet.
"Liz, my brother
hasn’t called you or anything yet has he?"
"Well, I expect he
will at the end of the day when he knows I’m not working," Liz
replied an added cautiously, "unless there’s trouble."
Ava sighed loudly and
Isabel turned to find her carrying her bussing bucket f of dirty dishes into
the back room. The girl was always quiet, always pensive, not completely
including herself in conversations. Tess had never been so shy … she
wasn’t sure that Ava really was the shy type either. Besides, neither of
them helped in the Crashdown before today.
"Hey, since when
did Ava start working here?" Isabel prodded to Liz and Serena.
trying to keep her mind off certain things," Liz replied nonchalantly.
"What kind of
things?" Isabel responded.
important," Ava insisted.
Isabel realized that
the girl just re-emerged from the backroom and seemed hurt that she’d been
talking about her. She felt bad about her behavior, but she was intrigued.
She knew that Ava just lied about the issue and wanted to press her further.
"Oh come on,"
Isabel replied in the same tone, "a person doesn’t just suddenly buss
tables unless something really important is on her mind and she wants to be
distracted from it."
tried, but the girl wouldn’t hear it.
"She’ll make a
big deal out of it," Ava said, "it’s better unspoken."
attempted. Ava shook her head, ran her fingers through her short blonde hair
and collapsed onto one of the chairs in the dining area. Her head rested in
her hands. Liz regarded her for a moment and continued, "she blames
herself for Max having to run off to find his son because that’s how
Hanley found her in the first place and he had a tail on him when it
happened. She led him and the tail to Max’s son, in her opinion. I think
it’s Hanley’s fault for not knowing he had a tail on him in the first
"Yeah, it’s not
like Will to just not realize he had a tail on him while he was on a
mission," Rae agreed, "it’s not your fault Ava, really. You just
happened to be there when he showed up."
"Still, it’s why
his son is in trouble now," Ava erupted.
okay," Isabel assured her, "Max will find away to fix the
agreed, "so, there’s really nothing to worry about."
"Yeah well, tell
that to Xae," Raeve spoke up, "I don’t think he knows how to not
Ava shrugged, "I mean, who does?"
Liz patted Ava on the
shoulder to comfort her friend, when she saw something. Ava seemed to sense
this because she turned beet red. Liz just grinned and glanced at the other
girls. Isabel caught on seconds later and Raeve wasn’t far behind.
squealed, "you like my brother?"
Ava groaned and put her
head in her hands, silently admitting to Raeve’s cry. Liz and Isabel were
intrigued. At last they could put their minds on other things besides Max
saving his son.
Max sat in the
backseat. His son slept with his head on Max’s right leg. He smiled,
recalling his triumph earlier that evening. He saved his son just as Liz
predicted. He also found out who kidnapped his son. The evil men were skins
from Kivar’s ranks. They were easy enough for him to defeat, but something
they said ebbed at him.
The second skin, before
Hanley blasted him to dust, yelled something about the queen forgiving him.
He wondered what queen the man had referred to. He would have thought about
it further, but his son stirred in his sleep and Max turned his attention
back to him. He rubbed the boys back gently for a moment until he seemed to
fall back to sleep.
Max looked outside and
noticed that they were almost back at the Levvock house. He took a deep
breath and hoped he could convince them this time. He knew he couldn’t
return to roswell without his son. He worried about the complications of
taking in his son and if he would be a good enough father given the
circumstances. He almost wished that his son wasn’t in danger. He wondered
how Kivar’s men found his son. Then, for some reason, he looked at Hanley
as if his protector knew the whole time. Knew and said nothing. Max made a
mental note to ask him about it later. He didn’t want to wake his son.
They approached the
house and Hanley parked the car on the curb in front of the house. Max
carefully collected his son in his arms. Hanley opened the car door so he
could climb out with Alex and not wake him in the process. His protector
followed him to the front door, which opened before Max could knock.
goodness," Ellen said in a loud whisper while she gently took Alex out
of Max’s arms, "how did you find him?"
"He did," Max
said, gesturing to Hanley breifly, "he followed the kidnappers to their
hide out and called me. I saved Alex this time, but they won’t give up. I
know it’s difficult, but you have to let him go.
"Who is he?"
Ellen asked, regarding Hanley with intrigue.
"The man is my
bodyguard," Max replied before Ellen's husband could say anything,
"he's the best money can buy, really. Protecting me and those I care
about- it's his mission in life."
"So, that means
you do have enemies," Ellen surmised unhappily, "the same ones
that grabbed Alex."
insisted impatiently, "that's why I came to find him. The wrong people
have discovered that he exists and they will try to use him to get to me if
I can't ensure his protection."
"I don't believe
you," Ellen said furiously, "I-"
"Ellen is anger
really going to help?" her husband interrupted her, "maybe we
can’t protect him from this."
spoke up, "we need to return."
Alex, Max suddenly
realized, woke up and was looking at Ellen. She looked at him, tears
dripping from her eyes. She hugged him and the little boy returned the
gesture, resting his little head on her shoulder.
"Don’t wanna go
momma," he said softly, "Daddy needs me."
"We love you
Alex," Mr. Levvock spoke up, "never forget that."
said, pulling away slightly to look at Alex in the eye, "we'll miss you
and we love you always."
He nodded and looked at
Max, tears glinting in his innocent little blue eyes. Max almost hated to
take him away from such a loving home. From the parents he always wanted his
son to have in his stead. Heavy hearted, he extended a hand toward Mr.
Levvock who briefly returned the handshake. A silent thank you echoed
between them. Max looked at Zeke again, and connected long enough to convey
what he hoped would help his son bring comfort to the only mother he really
mama," Alex told her softly.
Max glanced at Mr.
Levvock and once he was convinced that the man seemed concentrated on Alex,
he genty touched his right hand against the small of Ellen's back. She took
it as a gesture for her to take Alex out to Max's car, but he could tell she
wouldn't go through with the suggestion. To anyone who might have been
watching, a faint white glow escaped through Max's fingers that rested
against her back. She seemed to calm down a little and reluctantly carried
Alex out of the house with one last heartbroken stare in Max's direction.
The last one, however, faltered mid-way through delivery. Someday she would
find away to move beyond this loss. Max made sure of that.
Maria sat at a small
table just outside the Crash Down, taking in the fresh air. A steaming hot
cup of herbal tea sat on the table. She gently grasped the alien-covered mug
between her hands. The baby slept peacefully in the stroller Maria parked
beside her when she sat down. Xaedon, she felt quite certain, was cooped up
in a corner somewhere watching her since Michael was off with Max and Hanley
To anyone watching,
Maria was relaxing with a mug of herbal tea and enjoying the fresh air. She
and Calypso had something else in mind. For cover, Maria picked up the
newspaper from the chair beside her and unfolded it. She pretended to read
the front page; glancing toward the street every few minutes. An all
important conversation took place inside her head.
A young woman with
frosted blue tips in her nearly white blonde hair walked by, leaving Maria a
bit mesmerized by the hairdo. Suddenly she wasn't sure what kind of female
person she should be looking for and returned her eyes to the newspaper in
her hands. She wondered if Calypso had any standards by which to make the
‘I suppose hair color
is a non-issue,’ Maria prodded.
can be altered,’ Calypso assured her.
‘So what we need a
loner with half a brain?’ Maria suggested half-heartedly.
‘Let’s just keep
looking,’ Calypso insisted, ‘usually someone just sticks out.’
‘Stick out how,
exactly?’ Maria responded nonchalantly.
doing?" a familiar voice sounded from nearby.
Maria turned and
momentarily acknowledged Kyle who seemed to be watching her curiously. She
wondered why he decided to bug her just then. Did Kyle know something about
the plan or was it just an innocent question? He turned his curious gaze
toward the people bustling up and down the sidewalk and she decided that she
knew why he was standing there.
"No, just needed
some fresh air," he replied coolly.
"I think that’s
what they all say," Maria said teasingly
Kyle didn’t crack the
smile Maria hoped to see. In fact, he didn’t show very much emotion at
all. She surmised from his response that something must be bothering him.
Usually he was ready to joke around with just about anybody- even her.
guess," Maria said thoughtfully, "My mom and your dad in the broom
"Now that you
mention it," Kyle said, his facial muscles relaxing slightly,
mastered the art of invisibility," Maria suggested, hoping to make Kyle
open up to her some more.
Kyle didn’t seem to
receive the hint because he simply shrugged as if he was in deep thought.
Maria rolled her eyes and took a sip of her hot tea. Her eyes peered over
the rim of the cup at the people walking down the sidewalk. Suddenly the
baby stirred and Maria turned to check on her.
Kyle?" she said while she comforted her daughter and added when Kyle
didn't respond, "Kyle? Hey-"
She stopped short,
stunned by the realization that Kyle was no longer standing on the other
side of the stroller. She didn’t hear him leave. There were no footsteps
sounding in the morning air moments before, signaling his departure.
Curious, she turned toward Xaedon to find out if he noticed anything. She
met his gaze and his eyes widened slightly.
"Wasn’t Kyle just
here?" Maria said to Xaedon.
so," Xaedon replied nonchalantly.
"Did you see him
leave?" she prodded.
He nodded and returned
his attention to the newspaper in his hands. Maria looked through the
windows of the café to see if Kyle went back inside, but she didn’t see
him. For a moment, she thought that he too mastered the art of invisibility
and quickly tossed the thought aside. Kyle was only human and he practiced
Buddha, not ninja.
‘He couldn’t have
disappeared,’ she said to Calypso, ‘could he?’
insisted adamantly, ‘no way. Maybe he walked off down the street or
‘Yeah, he seemed to
be in a mood,’ Maria agreed, ‘he probably just went to clear his
thoughts or something.’
Satisfied for the time
being, Maria returned her gaze to the street and continued the task at hand.
She would find Calypso her own body. She had to … Calypso deserved her own
life … and her own love.
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The Final Chapter. Unauthorized reproduction prohibited. Any similarities to
events, real or imaginary, are strictly coincidental. Roswell: The Final
Chapter is in no way affiliated with UPN, the WB, Regency Television, 20th
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Final Chapter. Unauthorized reproduction prohibited. Any similarities to
events, real or imaginary, are strictly coincidental. Roswell: The Final
Chapter is in no way affiliated with UPN, the WB, Regency Television, 20th
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The Final Chapter. Unauthorized
reproduction prohibited. Any
similarities to events, real or imaginary, are strictly coincidental.
Roswell: The Final Chapter is in no way affiliated with UPN, the WB,
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