Tomorrow's Yet to Come ~ epilogue ~ 11/4/04 - COMPLETE

Post by **majiklmoon** » Wed Jul 14, 2004 11:48 pm

Disclaimer: Roswell, and it’s characters do not belong to me. Melinda Metz, Jason Katims and 20th Century Fox have that particular pleasure. I’m simply borrowing them until the Season 2 DVD’s get released. Tomorrow’s Yet to Come Chapter Six – Miles to Go Liz leaned her head against the car window, and watched the night darkened scenery speed by. Go to the picture, she thought to herself. The obvious answer is the Granolith, but why? Why would Michael want us to go back there? Liz sighed and continued to stare out into the darkness. Max reached over and took her hand in his. “It’s going to be okay, Liz,” he said. “I know you don’t want to go back there, but don’t have a choice. Someone is out there, and they are trying to hurt people we care about. We have to stop them.” “I know, I just wish we could talk to Michael or Isabelle, or someone!” she cried. “We’re running blind, and we already know how well that always works out.” Max didn’t say anything for several minutes. He drove on through the darkness, trying to find the right words to make Liz feel better about their journey. The yellow lines on the road passed as the miles sped by, and still Max was silent. He spotted a deserted rest area, and pulled in, and shut of the ignition. He turned in his seat and faced Liz. “We won’t go back,” he said. “The thought of going back is killing you. I can feel it. I can’t do that to you, Liz. I’ll find someplace safe for you to stay, and then I’ll go meet Michael.” “We can’t, Max,” Liz said. “You’re right. I don’t want to go back. I’d rather die than go back, but we don’t have a choice. The thought of going back is killing me, but someone is killing our friends, and we have to stop them.” “Liz, don’t. We’ll find some other way,” said Max. “You don’t want to do this, and I don’t want to put you in any danger.” “Max, you put me in danger the day you healed me!” shouted Liz. Max pulled back violently, as if slapped. “Max, wait, that didn’t come out right,” said Liz. She reached out and put her hand on his arm. “I know you would have never willingly put me in danger, any more than you could have sat there and watched me die. What I meant was, from that day on, I was in danger, but so were you. You put yourself in danger to save my life. How can I turn my back on my friends just because I’m afraid to face my fears?” “Well, there’s something else bothering you,” said Max. “You’ve been way too quiet.” “Well, for one thing, I’m hungry again,” said Liz. “But also, I’m concerned. We’re going rushing into Roswell, based upon a picture, and a cryptic phone call from Maria. It just doesn’t feel right to me.” “Okay,” said Max, starting the car and pulling back out onto the highway. “We’ll stop in the next town and get some food, and try and come up with a plan. Why are you so hungry all of a sudden? Liz, you’re not pregnant, are you?” Max asked, his voice both hopeful and fearful. “No, I’m not,” said Liz. “For a long time, nothing I ate had any taste at all. It was like I was eating sawdust or something. I could taste the seasonings, but it’s like nothing was good. I don’t know if that makes any sense. But today, it seemed like my taste buds woke up or something. I just can’t get enough food in my mouth. I’m trying to make up for almost two years of tasteless nothingness.” “I wish you had told me how you were feeling,” said Max. “I couldn’t, Max, because I didn’t really know myself,” explained Liz. “Look, do you mind if I try and get some rest before we stop to eat? In addition to hungry, I’m also very, very sleepy.” “No problem,” said Max. He pushed he car seat back a little, and Liz loosened her seat belt and laid down on the bench seat, her head in Max’s lap. As he drove, Max absentmindedly ran his fingers through Liz’s hair. Michael painting. Maria on a stage. Someone watching, always watching. Isabel walking down the streets of New York. A shadowy figure following behind. Four identical paintings standing on easels around a sun filled room. Liz watches Michael paint. Reflections in the glass. Isabel looks into a store window. Liz’s face appears in the glass beside Isabel. The shadow looms up behind Isabel. Max! But it’s not Max. Run. Michael’s studio destroyed. The shadow figure looks at the destruction in satisfaction. Max’s face appears reflected in the mirror. Crowded airport. Alex and Isabel run. Michael and Maria on a plane flying into the sun. Kyle and Ava drive down a deserted road. The road is shrouded in darkness. The darkness swallows the car. “Kyle!” Liz screamed. “Liz. Shhh. It’s okay sweetie. You just had a bad dream or something. Relax, it’s okay.” “No, it’s not okay. It’s not,” said Liz,” sobbing, brokenly. “It wasn’t a dream, Max. It was a vision, I know it was.” Liz took deep breath and reached for her bag. She reached in and pulled out he journal. “Give me a second,” she said. “Let me write it all down, before I forget, and then we can go over it.” She scribble frantically in her journal, trying to recall every sight, and every sound. “Liz?” Max asked softly. “I’m gong to pull over up here. There’s a Denny’s up ahead. We can get something to eat, and we can try and figure it out, okay?” “It was you, Max. We’re in danger, but I kept seeing you,” babbled Liz. “How could it be you? You’re right here with me.” “Calm down, Liz,” said Max. He parked the car in the well-lit parking lot and undid his seatbelt. “We’re going to go inside, get some coffee and some food, and we’re going to talk.” Liz climbed out of the car her journal clasped tightly in her hand, and followed Max into the restaurant. They were seated quickly, and placed their orders. Max waited until Liz finished her first cup of coffee. When she placed the cup back on it’s saucer, he took her hand in his. “Now, tell me everything. Don’t leave anything out.” <center>It all started with a boy, a girl, and a silver handprint.</center><center><a href=http://pub84.ezboard.com/bmajiklmoonsrealm><img src=http://members.aol.com/majiklmoon/image ... a></center>

Flutterbugz · Post by **Flutterbugz** » Thu Jul 15, 2004 1:12 pm

It's Zan isn't it? Why would the dupes want to kill them? Update soon, please!

Post by **roswellkitkat** » Thu Jul 15, 2004 1:36 pm

This is coming along wonderfully!!

Post by **majiklmoon** » Thu Jul 15, 2004 3:01 pm

Hi Fluterbugz <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/wavey.gif ALT=":wave"> welcome to the board. You asked why the dupes would want to kill them....well, here's the deal. This story is a sequel to Love Changes Everything, and in that story, Ava's a good guy, and Lonnie and Rath are killed by Alex and Maria...and we all know that Zan was killed prior to that by Rath and lonnie, so who knows who it could be <img src=http://www.ezboard.com/images/emoticons/smile.gif ALT=":)"> <center>It all started with a boy, a girl, and a silver handprint.</center><center><a href=http://pub84.ezboard.com/bmajiklmoonsrealm><img src=http://members.aol.com/majiklmoon/image ... a></center>

Post by **majiklmoon** » Thu Jul 15, 2004 9:08 pm

Disclaimer: Roswell, and it’s characters do not belong to me. Melinda Metz, Jason Katims and 20th Century Fox have that particular pleasure. I’m simply borrowing them until the Season 2 DVD’s get released. Tomorrow’s Yet to Come Chapter Seven In a New York Minute “I can’t believe we’re in New York!” squealed Maria. She threw her arms around Michael and hugged him excitedly. “Us, here, now, in the Big Apple. It’s fantastic.” “If you ever call it that again, we’ll have to pretend not to know you,” said Isabel, dryly. “Shut up, Isabel,” Maria said, amicably. “We are here in New York City, the hub of the music world. You are not going to rain on my parade.” “You are such a geek, DeLuca,” said Alex. “And you, my dear wife are not any better. You’re just as excited as Maria, and you know it.” “All right, fine, I am excited,” said Isabel. “I’m just trying to be a bit more restrained about it.” “Okay, great, we’re all excited,” said Michael. “Now can we please get something to eat and I don’t know, maybe start looking for a place to live?” “Oh, can we please, please, please go to China Town to eat?” begged Maria. “Real, honest to God Chinese food. Please, can we?” “God, yes,” said Isabel. “Anything to shut you up.” She sounded condescending, but the grin on her face showed the others that her griping was good-natured. The four Roswellians quickly found a hotel, and stowed their luggage and set out to eat, and explore their new city. “So, stay together or split up?” asked Alex, his mouth full of mu shu pork. “Split up,” said Maria and Isabel simultaneously. “Split up,” agreed Michael. “So, I’m guessing you don’t want to get a place together, then?” deadpanned Alex. “Look, Alex. It’s not that I don’t love you to pieces,” said Maria. “You know I do. But this is a chance for all of us to spread our wings and explore the world.” “Much as it pains me to say this,” said Isabel. “Maria is right. I mean, it’s not like we can’t hang out and stuff, but we need to be on our own for a while.” “Pass the fried rice,” said Michael. He reached out and took the silver dish that Isabel passed to him. “Damn, it’s cold.” He focused on the dish still in his hand, and the rice began to steam. “There, that’s better. Anyhow, here’s what I think. We should start apartment hunting today, and we can hook back up for dinner, and see what we’ve found. What do you think?” “It sounds like a plan,” said Alex. “Damn, the tea is cold too,” he said, hefting the silver teapot in his hand. “I’m not too impressed with your authentic Chinese restaurant Maria. He used his powers to heat the tea and poured himself a cup, and liberally added sugar. “Let’s pay the bill and get out of here, then,” said Maria. “And somebody else can pick the place for dinner. I don’t seem to be having much luck in that department.” They paid the bill, and walked out into the steamy New York heat. None of them noticed the stranger who followed them out of the restaurant, after paying special attention to their table littered with leftover Chinese food, and empty bottles of Tabasco sauce. Later that night “Oh, God, this pizza is so good,” moaned Maria. “That crap they served at the Flying Pepperoni pales in comparison. Now, on to more important business, did you guys find a place to live?” “Yeah,” said Alex. “It’s not the penthouse of Isabel’s dreams. But it’s a nice 2-bedroom apartment, not too far from the university. The rent is astronomical, but money isn’t a problem.” “Thank God, for that,” said Isabel. “I never realized what an expensive city this is. Have you guys found anything, yet?” “A couple of places,” said Michael. “Since we weren’t looking for something rent controlled, we had pretty good luck. We have an appointment to go back and look at one again tomorrow.” “Yeah, that will give them a chance to kill all the cockroaches,” said Maria. “Michael, those places were dumps. I think we can afford to raise our standards just a little.” “Define dump, for me, will you, Maria?” said Alex. “Cause some how, I’m thinking your idea of dump, and the rest of the world’s version of dump just aren’t the same.” “Thank you, Alex,” said Michael. “I found a 2 bedroom apartment in a renovated brownstone. Maria’s just unhappy because it’s on the third floor.” “Well, I don’t for one second think it’s going to be you carrying all the grocery bags up the three flights of stairs, Michael Guerin,” said Maria, her voice tinged with annoyance. “Is that the only thing you hate about that apartment, Maria?” asked Isabel.” “Yeah, other than that, it’s pretty nice. We’d have access to the roof, and there’s a cute little patio garden up there, and the landlord seems really nice. It’s just all those stairs,” Maria’s voice trailed off. “You know those new found powers of yours Maria? Well, did you ever think about making the bags nice and light?” asked Isabel. “I can do that?” Maria asked, her voice filled with awe. Isabel rolled her eyes in an ‘Oh please, spare me,’ look. “Of course you can, Maria. Tell me honestly, do you ever do anything more with your powers than fix your hair?” “Not since we got rid of Tess, the phantom menace,” admitted Maria. “Well you should,” said Isabel. “You never know what’s going to be out there.” “Lighten up, will you?” said Maria. “Tess is dead, Rath and Lonnie are dead. What else so we have to worry about? Kivar getting in his UFO and flying down to kidnap us?” “Maybe,” said Michael. “In any event, it wouldn’t make sense for any of us to not to keep our powers honed.” “Excuse me,” said a man, walking up to the booth where they sat. “May I borrow your hot pepper flakes?” “Oh, sure,” said Isabel. She grabbed the glass shaker of pepper flakes and passed it to the guy. “Here you go.” “Thanks,” he said, reaching for the flakes. Isabel looked closely at him for a second, then looked quickly away. She waited until he was out of earshot before she spoke. “Let’s get out of here,” she said. “That guy, the pepper guy. There’s something about him that I’m just not liking.” “Okay, Isabel, no sweat,” said Alex. He jumped up and went to the counter and got a box to put the leftover pizza in. He returned and quickly slid the leftover pie into the box. “See, no problem. We’re out of here.” The group exited the restaurant, quickly. Alex, Isabel and Maria turned left, and Michael turned right and crossed the street. He then reversed direction and walked back until he stood on the opposite side of the street from the restaurant. He watched as the stranger exited the building and walked in the direction that Maria and the others took. As he walked down the street, he pulled out a cell phone and dialed a number. “It’s me,” he said when the call connected. “Isabel was right, he’s following you. I want you to turn left at the next intersection, then cross the street. There’s a department store there. Duck inside and split up. We’ll meet in the sporting goods department.” Michael disconnected the call, and shoved his phone back in his pocket. He watched as Maria and the others turned down the block and entered the department store. Much to his dismay, the stranger walked past the department store without giving it a single glance. <center>It all started with a boy, a girl, and a silver handprint.</center><center><a href=http://pub84.ezboard.com/bmajiklmoonsrealm><img src=http://members.aol.com/majiklmoon/image ... a></center>

Roswell Aliens · Post by **Roswell Aliens** » Thu Jul 15, 2004 11:25 pm

Who is this guy??<img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/pout.gif ALT=":pout">

Anonymous · Post by **Anonymous** » Fri Jul 16, 2004 4:09 am

<img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/eek.gif ALT=":eek"> Tracie you're cranking up the suspense! I'm biting my nails here! Who is that guy?! Is he evil? Does he HAVE to be? Can't he be like a nice guy looking out to help the aliens? Oh..that's right...this is the Royal Four we're talking about<img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/doh.gif ALT=":doh"> Of course the guy can't be not evil <img src=http://www.ezboard.com/images/emoticons/wink.gif ALT=";)"> As for Liz's visison...it has to be Zan...right?? <div style="text-align:center"><img src="http://img75.photobucket.com/albums/v22 ... Magic4.gif" style="border:0;"/></div>

isndbreeze · Post by **isndbreeze** » Fri Jul 16, 2004 4:42 pm

Well, you are really giving us a mystery here, Tracie. Who's the mystery man? He seems to know too much already. Zan's dead (I think). I mean, the dupes supposedly killed him and all. Could it be Nicholas? No, he's in that kid's husk. I'm guessing FBI or something like that... maybe alien hunter. I thought for sure he'd notice that the items on the table had been heated and that would give the gang away, but I think he's on to them anyway. Hurry back! <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/ufo.gif ALT=":ufo"> <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/handprint.gif ALT=":handprint"> <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/thumpup.gif ALT=":thumbsup"> Gerry <div style="text-align:center"><img src="http://users.aol.com/isndbreeze/skysymb ...   Gerry - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Hopeless Candy-Coated, Stargazing, Dreamer! - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -</div>

Post by **majiklmoon** » Fri Jul 16, 2004 11:18 pm

Disclaimer: Roswell, and it’s characters do not belong to me. Melinda Metz, Jason Katims and 20th Century Fox have that particular pleasure. I’m simply borrowing them until the Season 2 DVD’s get released. Tomorrow’s Yet to Come Chapter Eight Somebody’s Eyes are Watching Maria stood on the stage, singing, looking out into the smoky darkness of the small nightclub. She couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was watching her. She grabbed the mike out of it’s stand, and began to weave her way through the audience, singing first to one person than another, as she tried to locate the stranger that followed them from the pizza parlor. The song drew to a close, and Maria quickly made her way back to the stage. “Thank you ladies and gentlemen,” she said to the small round of applause. We’re going to do one last number, before the club closes. It’s a particular favorite of mine. Before we begin, lets give a round of applause for the guys in the band.” Maria half turned to face the musicians that backed her up and applauded. She signaled the drummer who gave a downbeat, and the band swung into Full of Grace, by Sarah McLachlan. When the song ended, she thanked the audience, and started to help break down the instruments. “We got it, Maria,” said Mick, the drummer. “Besides, Michael just walked in. Looks like he’s ready to take you home.” “Don’t worry, guys. Michael’ll wait. He knows this is part and parcel of the whole music gig,” said Maria. “Besides, if we do it together, it will get done faster, and we can all get home that much sooner.” “Thanks, Maria,” said Jack, they keyboardist. “I have an early class tomorrow, and the professor is a real hard ass about people blowing off his class.” “Imagine that,” Maria said dryly. “A professor that expects you to actually go to class. Go figure.” When they finished, Maria walked over to the table where Michael sat, waiting patiently. “Thanks for waiting,” she said to him. “You could have hurried,” he answered with a grin. “You could have helped,” she shot back, the smile on her face revealing that their argument was more of a well loved game. “How was the show tonight?” Michael asked. “I wanted to get here earlier, but we were busy tonight.” “The show was fine, Michael. I wish you could have been here too, but I know you have to work. I just don’t get why you’re working on a loading dock,” Maria complained. “I like it, Maria. I don’t need to work at all, but I enjoy it,” Michael said, simply. “I know, I’m sorry,” said Maria, apologizing. “I’m just on edge a little.” “Why?” demanded Michael. “Did something happen tonight?” “No, nothing happened, but I think there was someone out there watching. “Would it be pointless for me to point out that you are on stage singing, and people pay to watch you,” said Michael. “Not that kind of watching, jerk.” She stopped to wave goodnight to the band as the prepared to troop out the back door of the club. “Come on, lets get out of here too,” she said. Michael helped Maria gather her belongings in an unexpected show of gallantry, and escorted her out of the club onto the New York streets that still bursting with life, even at 2:00 a.m. He led her over to his motorcycle and handed her a helmet, and waited while she climbed on. “This is not easy in a dress,” she complained. “You could always walk,” he countered. “Shut up and drive, Space Boy!” Michael kick started the bike, and it roared to life. He merged out into traffic and gunned the engine. Maria’s delighted laughter could be heard as he tore down the street. In the darkness of a deserted doorway, a stranger watched as they drove down the street. Isabel Evans Whitman walked down the street, her head filled with fashion design, and her arms filled with groceries for tonight’s dinner. Suddenly, she felt as if she had collided with a brick wall, and the bags when flying from her arms. “I’m so very sorry,” said a man, who bent down to help her up. “No, no, it was my fault,” said Isabel, scrambling to pick up her groceries. “I wasn’t looking where I was going.” She glanced at the man, making note of his gray Armani suit, and gold Rolex watch. ”No, really, it was my fault,” said the man. “Please check, is anything damaged. I’ll replace it for you.” Isabel looked up at him, and felt a shudder of fear go down her spine. This man is dangerous, she thought to herself. She did a quick survey of her items, trying to contain herself before she spoke. “No, really everything seems to be fine,” said a flustered Isabel, still stuffing things into the bags. “Oh, look,” said the man. “Your bottle of wine has a crack in it.” “It doesn’t matter,” said Isabel, taking the bottle from him. “It’s not a very god bottle of wine, anyhow. She crammed the leaking bottle into her bag, and stood up. “Thank you for all your help.” She began to walk away, but ducked into an empty doorway to look back at the man, but he was gone. The sidewalk teamed with people but the guy in the Armani was nowhere in site. She looked around to make sure she was unobserved, placed her bags on the ground, and reached in and pulled out the leaky bottle of wine. She passed her hand over the bottle, and sealed the crack, and returned the wine to its bag. She leaned down to lift both bags, using her powers to make them light as a feather, and resumed her trip home. She was so intent on leaving, that she failed to notice the young man in the baseball cap leaning against the street lamp, watching her every move. Alex carried the last of the platters to the table, and sat down next to Maria. “So you still up for us coming to hear you sing, tonight?” he asked. “I guess,” said Maria, with uncharacteristic quietness. “Hey, if you don’t feel up to it, it’s no big,” said Alex. “Isabel and I can come another night. Right Isabel?” “Hmm, oh yeah,” said Isabel. “You okay?” Michael asked, sotto voce. “No, actually, I’m not,” she said. “The strangest thing happened on my way home today, and it has me worried.” She explained the incident with the guy in the Armani suit. “My reaction to him was similar to the one I had with the guy at the pizza place,” she finished. “I felt like he was seeing right inside of my soul.” “That’s too freaky,” said Maria. “The other night when I was singing, I felt like someone was watching me. I mean really watching me, not me singing, you know? I kind of got he feeling I used to get when I knew Tess was going to show up.” “Something strange is going on,” said Michael. “We all have to be extremely aware of our surroundings from now on.” “Do you think we should call Max?” asked Isabel. “No, I most especially do not think we should call Max,” said Michael. “He and Liz do not need this kind of stress in their lives right now. Until we know what this is, we can deal with it on our own. For now, we keep them out of the loop, agreed?” The other three nodded. The meal continued, as the four discussed various possibilities, but nobody was able to come up with a reasonable idea of what or who was watching them, or why. “What about Kyle and Ava?” asked Maria, suddenly. “Should we try and get a hold of them?” “That might not be a bad idea,” said Alex, reaching for his cell phone. He punched in Kyle’s number and waited. “Kyle, hey, how you doing? It’s Alex.” I know who it is,” came Kyle’s voice over the cell phone. Number 1, I’m not stupid, and number 2, I have caller id on this thing. Anyhow, what’s up?” “Well, honestly, we’re not sure, but it is something,” said Alex. “Maria’s been getting some weird feelings, like someone has been watching her, and Isabel has had run ins with two different guys that have totally freaked her out. We’re not sure if any of it means anything, but we just wanted to give you guys a heads up.” Thanks, man. said Kyle. Listen, maybe you guys could keep this to yourselves for a bit, and not tell Max and Liz about it. They really need a chance to just have a life, you know? “That’s exactly what Michael said, and we all agreed,” said Alex. “Where are you guys headed now?” Actually, we’re on our way back home. Ava really misses Roswell, so we’re going to head back there for a while and just hang, and figure out what to do next. “Cool. Say hi to everyone for us, will ya?” He looked at Michael who was motioning for the phone. “Hang on a second, Kyle, Michael needs to talk to you for a second.” He passed the phone to Michael and took a forkful of spaghetti. “Valenti? Listen up. I’m going to be sending you guys something in the next week or two. Where should I send it?” My dad’s place, we’re headed back there. “Great, watch for it. We’ll see you later.” He disconnected the call and tossed the phone back at Alex who had to drop his fork to catch the phone. “Jerk,” he said, good naturedly as he wiped in effectually at the sauce stains on his shirt. “Here, let me,” said Isabel. She waved her hand over his sleeve and the stains vanished. “So, what are you sending Kyle and Ava, and why aren’t you buying me, you’re oldest and dearest friend presents too?” Isabel asked Michael. “Forget it, Isabel, you’re not getting any information out of me,” said Michael, as he helped himself to more salad. “Except for maybe a compliment on the great meal.” “Do my ears deceive me?” quipped Isabel. “The stoic Michael Guerin paying compliments?” “Watch it, or you won’t get even that,” said Michael. “Children, children,” said Maria, raising her hands. “Play nice, or there is no dessert for you.” “Dessert, I forgot dessert,” moaned Isabel. “Lucky for you, I didn’t,” said Maria. “We picked up a cheesecake on our way over here.” “It’s so nice to get together just like we were normal couples,” said Isabel as she stood to go get the cheesecake.” “Yeah, too bad we’re not,” said Alex, softly. <center>It all started with a boy, a girl, and a silver handprint.</center><center><a href=http://pub84.ezboard.com/bmajiklmoonsrealm><img src=http://members.aol.com/majiklmoon/image ... a></center>

Anonymous · Post by **Anonymous** » Sat Jul 17, 2004 7:14 am

This getting more worrisome by the chapter<img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/eek.gif ALT=":eek"> Who is that guy? What does he want? How can he change his clothes so fast? Is he a shape shifter? Also...Michael said that he wanted to keep Liz and Max out of the loop for a while. Is that wise? Considering that this guy is watching all four of them, wouldn't it be safer to assume he's got someone watching Liz and Max as well? Also he has also inadvertantly pulled Liz and Max into the loop again by sending them that painting and Maria's cryptic message. Or was it them at all?<img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/eek.gif ALT=":eek"> <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/eek.gif ALT=":eek"> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="http://img75.photobucket.com/albums/v22 ... Magic4.gif" style="border:0;"/></div>

Post by **majiklmoon** » Sat Jul 17, 2004 10:33 pm

Disclaimer: Roswell, and its characters do not belong to me. Melinda Metz, Jason Katims and 20th Century Fox have that particular pleasure. I’m simply borrowing them until the Season 2 DVD’s get released. Tomorrow’s Yet to Come Chapter Nine The Guerin Code Michael entered the small room, just as the sun broke on the horizon. Two walls of windows, and a large skylight ensured that the room would be filled with light. Michael, however, didn’t want to wait for the morning light. He stood before four canvases and stared thoughtfully for a while. Finally, he picked up his easel, and began to mix colors on the palette. “I need to get this just right,” he said to the empty room. “I don’t want to give it away to whomever is watching us. But, it has to be something meaningful to everyone. Something they’ll be able to figure out in a second.” He allowed his mind to drift back over the past several years, searching for one image that would tell everyone where to go if there was danger. Suddenly, his mind focused on one image, and he reached for his brush and began to paint, feverishly. Under his skilled hand, the image appeared, and was duplicated three times, on the three other canvases. He stood back, sweat soaked from his painting and surveyed the pictures. “Perfect,” he said out loud. “Nobody, and I mean nobody will ever figure out what these pictures mean.” A sudden knock at the door caused him to spin around, his hand raised in a protective stance. “Maintenance,” called a voice from the other side of the door. “Is there anybody in there?” “I’m coming,” said Michael, lowering his hand, and walking towards the door. He pulled the door halfway open and growled, “What do you want?” “Hey, sorry to disturb you, sir, but the building owner got a complaint of roaches on this floor. I have to stick these stupid traps in every office.” “I don’t have any roaches,” snapped Michael. “So I don’t need any roach motels, or whatever.” “Aw, come on, give a guy a break,” said the maintenance worker. “Do you really think I want to be doing this? My boss will have a cow if it doesn’t get done. I came in early cause I didn’t think there’d be anybody here this early.” “Find, come in,” said Michael, grudgingly. He pushed the door open and stepped back, allowing the maintenance man access to the room. He quickly dispensed his roach motels and turned to Michael. “Thanks a million, guy. I really appreciate this.” “Sure, no problem,” said Michael, holding the door open, trying to hasten the workers departure. “Say, those sure are some beautiful paintings,” said the other man. “Nice colors and such. What are they?” “Nothing,” said Michael. “Their nothing at all, just a reminder of home.” “Well, they ain’t like any home I’ve ever seen, but what do I know about art? You have a good day now,” said the man. He walked out the open door, and Michael closed and locked it behind him. He walked back over to the paintings, and carefully removed the first one from the easel. On the back, he carefully wrote the number to the new cell phone he picked up last night. He returned the picture to its stand, and carefully repeated the procedure three more times. He looked around the room, and went to the windows and pulled all the blinds. Then he stood on a table, and touched the glass in the skylights, turning it black, shrouding the room in total darkness. He went to each picture, and passed his hand over it, quickly drying the paint. He carefully wrapped them in plain brown paper, and gathered them up. Michael left his makeshift studio, using his powers to make the lock on the door impenetrable. From there, he made his way to the elevator, down to the first floor and out on to the teaming city street. He walked a short distance to a Mailboxes etc. and made arrangements to have two of the paintings shipped overnight delivery. One to Max and Liz in California, and the other to Kyle and Ava back in Roswell. From there, he made his way to Isabel and Alex’s apartment. He knocked, but nobody was home. He used his powers to unlock the door and left the picture sitting on the sofa. Grabbing a pen from the nearby desk, he wrote: Here is your surprise. If things get bad, go to the picture. Michael picked up the last painting and headed home, hoping to arrive before Maria awoke. His luck, however, had run out. Maria was waiting for him when he opened the door, and from the expression on her face, he knew he was in for a world of hurt. “Hi,” he said after he shut the door behind him. “When did you get up?” “About forty five minutes ago,” said Maria. “And imagine my surprise, no husband, no note, it was like you were abducted by aliens or something.” “I’m sorry, Maria I should have left a note,” said Michael. Maria stopped dead, her mouth hung open as she stared in surprise at her husband. “You apologized and said I was right?” she asked incredulously. “What’s wrong?” “Nothing’s wrong that I know of,” said Michael. “But I had to go do something. Now I have to do the rest of something, but I need your help with that. First though, I want you to see something.” He handed Maria the picture and waited. “Well, I guess I can rule out bagels and cream cheese,” she said, placing it on the coffee table in front of her. She pulled at the wrapping and slowly the picture was revealed. “Oh God, Michael, it’s beautiful. It’s perfect. It’s us.” “You like it then?” Michael asked, nervously. “Like it, I love it,” said Maria. It’s perfect. We can hang it right over here,” she said, carrying to a wall across the apartment. “No, we can’t,” said Michael. “If you want to keep it, we need to ship it to your mom or something,” he said. “What! Why!” shouted Maria. “You paint me this beautiful picture and then tell me we can’t keep it. Michael Guerin, are you insane?” “Well, maybe, if you shut up and listen,” said Michael. “I can explain it all to you.” “Fine,” said Maria, throwing herself on the couch in a huff. “I’m listening. Her foot tapped impatiently, and she drummed her fingers on her leg. “I gave one to Kyle and Iz, and I shipped one to Max and Liz, and one to Kyle and Ava,” he explained. “That’s nice, why can’t I keep mine?” snapped Maria. “Look on the back, will you, Maria?” Maria sat on the edge of the sofa, and picked up the picture and turned it over. On the back she saw the phone number Michael had written. She didn’t say anything, just raised and eyebrow, and looked at him enquiringly. “That number is for this phone,” he said, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a phone. “I want you to keep it with you at all times, if it rings, I want you to answer and say this.” He reached into his pocket again, and pulled out another piece of paper with some words written on it. “Hi, you have reached WRComet Enterprises,” read Maria. . If you are calling about classes, press 1. If you are calling about your picture, please press 2. Michael, what kind of game is this? You want me to answer it and tell people to punch buttons. This is stupid!” “Look, Maria, I think we’re in danger. Max and Kyle will find the number on the back of the picture, they’re not stupid. But we can’t take any chances. I’m betting whoever is following us isn’t stupid either. If they find the number, answering like that may throw them off track.” “And if it’s Kyle, or Max,” said Maria, realization dawning on her. “They’ll know it’s us because we went to West Roswell High, home of the Comets. Not bad Guerin, not bad at all. And what do I tell our callers, if I may ask?” “Go to the picture,” said Michael. “They’ll know what you’re talking about, right away.” “Well, I have to admit, it’s pretty clever,” said Maria, looking at her husband with admiration. “The only thing that would have been better is if you brought bagels.” With a mock growl, Michael crossed the room, and swung Maria up in his arms. He walked towards their bedroom and pushed the door open with his foot. 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Post by **majiklmoon** » Sun Jul 18, 2004 10:10 pm

Disclaimer: Roswell, and its characters do not belong to me. Melinda Metz, Jason Katims and 20th Century Fox have that particular pleasure. I’m simply borrowing them until the Season 2 DVD’s get released. Tomorrow’s Yet to Come Chapter Ten Familiar Stranger Isabel walked down the street, looking in the windows of the various department stores, admiring the clothes that were displayed there. One particularly beautiful outfit caught her eye, and she stopped to look at it, trying to decide if it was a good style for her. As she looked, she became aware of someone standing beside her. She pulled her focus away from the clothing display, and tried to find the person’s reflection in the glass. She put her hand to her mouth to hold back the screams that threatened to erupt. Standing next to her in the reflection was Max. She looked out of the corner of her eye to where the stranger stood, but it wasn’t Max. She knew it wouldn’t be, but she had to check. She turned slightly preparing to take flight, when the stranger looked directly at her. It was the man in the Armani suit that had bumped into her the week before. “We meet again,” said the man. “Ex-excuse me,” said Isabel. “I’m late for an appointment.” She started to walk away, but the stranger grabbed her. “Lonnie,” he said. Isabel felt the blood leave her face when she heard that hateful name. “I’m sorry, you made a mistake,” she said. She pulled her hand away, and ran down the street. She jumped into a miraculously empty taxi, and gave her home address. As soon as the taxi began to move, she got her cell phone and called Alex. “Come home, right now,” she said. “I need you!” She hung up the phone and wrapped on the glass separating her from the driver. “Turn down here,” she instructed. “Lady, that ain’t the way to the address you gave me,” he complained. “I know,” said Isabel. “I forgot, I have an errand to run.” The taxi made the turn, and drove down the street for several blocks. Again Isabel knocked on the glass, and asked the driver to pull over. She paid the fare, and included a healthy tip, and disappeared into the crowd that was headed down to the subway. Alex arrived home before Isabel in a complete panic. He ran through the empty apartment calling her name. After he realized that she wasn’t there, he went back to the living room and saw the package waiting on the couch. “Here is your surprise. If things get bad, go to the picture,” he read. He knew he should wait for Isabel, but he pulled the wrappings off to reveal the picture. “Oh wow,” he said. “Oh wow.” He turned to the sound of the door behind him opening, and Isabel rushed in. “Isabel, what’s wrong, what happened?” he demanded, before she even made it into the apartment. “We have to go, we have to leave here,” she said. “Alex, someone is after us, and it’s someone who knows who we are, who I am.” “Slow down, Sweetie, and tell me what happened,” said Alex. “I was looking in a store window,” began Isabel, “And I became aware of someone standing beside me.” She took a deep breath, and tried to calm herself before continuing. “Alex,” she said, her voice shaking. “When I looked at his reflection in the window, it was Max, but I knew it couldn’t be him. So I turned to look, and it was that guy from the other night, the one in the Armani suit. He reached out and grabbed my hand. Alex, he called me Lonnie,” she cried.” “Fine, we’re out of here,” said Alex. “And I already know where we’re going.” He picked up the picture and handed it to Isabel. “Michael was here, and he left us something.” He gave her the note, and she read it with a small smile. “What do you know,” she said softly. “The General has a plan.” She put the picture back on the sofa. She walked to the bedroom and pulled out a suitcase and began to pack methodically. “What do you want to do about our stuff?” asked Alex. “We don’t want to leave anything important here, do we?” “We’ll take what we can pack,” said Isabel, “Including our laptops. The rest, we’ll destroy. “Destroy?” said Alex. “Isabel, you worked so hard picking out the stuff for this apartment. Are you sure that’s what you want to do?” “They’re only things,” said Isabel, unexpectedly. “Things can be replaced. But the picture’s coming with us.” Alex stopped walking towards the door, and stopped in amazement. “Everything else can be destroyed, but the picture comes?” “Yes,” said Isabel, her voice resolute. “Okay,” said Alex. “But, maybe we could ship it to your parents, or mine, rather than try and lug it cross country?” “Okay,” Isabel conceded, “But before we ship it, I want to go over it with a fine tooth comb.” Michael led Maria down the bustling street to the building that housed his makeshift studio. “I don’t understand why you couldn’t just do this at home?” she said. “Why rent a whole other space?” “It’s hard to explain,” said Michael. “But home is our space with our energy. Painting comes from inside me, and I kind of needed my space to figure out what I was going to make and how I was going to make it. I’m sure that bugs you.” “No, actually, it doesn’t,” said Maria. “I get it totally. I’m not crazy about the fact that you couldn’t tell me about it right away, but you’ve opened up so much in so many ways already Space Boy, I’m not going to complain about anything.” Michael looked at Maria in amazement. The Maria of a few years ago would have been bugging him to let her in, and open himself up to her. Maybe they had both changed, for the better. “Come on, let’s go inside,” he said, wrapping his arm around her waist. They walked into the building and stepped into the elevator. When the elevator ground to a halt, they climbed out and the couple walked down the hallway. Michael stopped at the doorway located at the end of the hall, and used his powers to unlock the door. ”Security,” he said to Maria. “Nobody’s getting in here without my knowing about it. They’d have to take the door off the hinges to get in.” “Michael, don’t you think you’re being just a tad over protective,” said Maria as Michael pushed the door open. Michael flipped on the light switch and the couple walked into the room. “Or, not,” continued Maria, after she looked at the vandalized room. “Shit,” said Michael. He spun around, looking at the overturned easels, the pushed in ceiling tiles, and the paint strewn over the floor. “Who the hell did this?” he asked. “I don’t know, but I think they know you,” said Maria, pointing to one of the walls that wasn’t covered by windows. Why, Rath  was painted in blood red letters on the wall. “That’s it, we’re out of here,” said Michael. He grabbed Maria by the hand, and the two ran. <center>It all started with a boy, a girl, and a silver handprint.</center><center><a href=http://pub84.ezboard.com/bmajiklmoonsrealm><img src=http://members.aol.com/majiklmoon/image ... a></center> Edited by: <A HREF=http://p199.ezboard.com/bmajiklmoonsrea ... iklmoon</A> <IMG HEIGHT=10 WIDTH=10 SRC="http://members.aol.com/majiklmoon/images/moon18.gif" BORDER=0> at: 8/1/04 8:22 pm

Post by **splatty** » Sun Jul 18, 2004 10:59 pm

my goodness, your muse is on fire. <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/clap.gif ALT=":clap"> <div style="text-align:center"> I used to have the longing to hear what was in your heart. But now it seems I'm over the fear of this falling apart.</div>

Post by **splatty** » Sun Jul 18, 2004 11:24 pm

that's dang scary. what the heck is going on! <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/eek.gif ALT=":eek"> <div style="text-align:center"> I used to have the longing to hear what was in your heart. But now it seems I'm over the fear of this falling apart.</div>

Roswell Aliens · Post by **Roswell Aliens** » Mon Jul 19, 2004 5:18 pm

uh ooo, is it Zan?<img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/spit.gif ALT=":spit"> <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/pout.gif ALT=":pout">

Post by **majiklmoon** » Tue Jul 20, 2004 11:19 pm

Sorr for the lack of update yesterday, but hey, birthday's take precedence over fan fic <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/lol.gif ALT=":lol"> Disclaimer: Roswell, and its characters do not belong to me. Melinda Metz, Jason Katims and 20th Century Fox have that particular pleasure. I’m simply borrowing them until the Season 2 DVD’s get released. Tomorrow’s Yet to Come Chapter Eleven Ready to Run “Damn it Michael, stop pulling me!” demanded Maria. She wrapped her free arm around a lamppost and held on tightly, practically jerking Michael off his feet. “Maria, we so don’t have time for this independent crap,” said Michael. “We have to get out of here.” “Yeah, I get that,” said Maria. “And I know where we’re going. But we are not just going to take off with out some semblance of a plan.” “We have a plan, Maria,” said Michael, his voice tinged with fear and frustration. “Our plan is to get the hell out of here.” “Great, fine, that’s your plan. My plan involves going home, packing some clothes, and figuring out how we’re getting the hell out of her.” “Maria, we don’t need,” began Michael, but Maria interrupted him. “No, we do need!” she shouted. “If I’m going to be running for my life, I am going to need a few of the creature comforts! We are not the Dixie Chicks, and we are not ready to run.” “Look, I don’t exactly think we’re running for our lives, or anything,” said Michael. “But I don’t think we should stick around, either. Wait, did just call me a Dixie Chick? Never mind” “Great, if we’re not running for our lives, we have time to go home and pack,” said Maria, a smile playing on her lips. Michael realized that he was caught in a nice neat Maria trap, and smiled. “Fine, but we have to move fast. I don’t want to stick around any longer than necessary.” “Agreed,” said Maria, and the two climbed on the back of Michael’s bike and took off down the street. “Are you sure you don’t mind heading back to Roswell so soon?” Ava asked Kyle. “No way, this trip is for you, Ava. You get to call the shots, and if you want to head home for a while, then we head home.” “Well, Colorado is really beautiful, all the trees, and mountains and all. It’s just that I never really had a home,” said Ava. “Just Zan and Rath and Lonnie.” “You never really talk about Zan,” said Kyle. “You’ve told us how he died but that’s about it. Was he like them, all mean and nasty, or was he more like Max?” “A little of both,” said Ava. He was kinda mean, but not Rath and Lonnie mean. He tended to think about things. Rath and Lonnie were more about reacting. Don’t get me wrong, he wasn’t anywhere near as nice as Max or Michael, but he wasn’t totally evil either.” “You know, I’ve never asked, and you don’t have to answer, but were you and he, like together?” Ava looked out the car to the woods that lined either side of the road. Twilight had filled them with sinister shapes and shadows. Ava thought for a few minutes before she answered. “Once,” she said. “Just the one time. We knew we were supposed to be together, but it never felt right. But he was my best friend Kyle. It was so hard after he was gone. Rath and Lonnie were very, very cruel.” “It must have been so hard, seeing him die like that,” Kyle said, compassionately, covering her hand with his. “Can I tell you something, Kyle?” Tess asked nervously. “You know you can tell me anything,” said Kyle, squeezing her hand gently. “Zan’s not dead.” “What!” shouted Kyle. He turned his head towards Ava in shock. His hand jerked on the steering wheel, and the car jumped off the road and onto the shoulder. Kyle tried to jerk it back, but the right front wheel hit a rock, or a hole, and the car went careening off the road into the woods. “Max, we have to stop,” said Liz. “Something’s wrong with Kyle, I know it.” “How do you know it?” Max asked, reasonably. “We haven’t heard anything from them.” “I just know, Max. “You have to trust me.” “Fine,” said Max. “Where do we go?” Liz thought for a minute, and said “North. We need to go north.” “Fine, then north it is,” said Max. He changed lanes, and drove for several miles before he came to an onramp for highway headed north. “Liz, not to be difficult or anything, but do you have any clue where we’re headed?” he asked. “Colorado,” said Liz, softly. “We need to go to Colorado.” “It’s a pretty big state, Sweetie,” said Max. “Do you think you can narrow it down for us a bit?” “Not yet,” said Liz, leaning her head against the glass of the window. “I just know that something’s wrong, and their in Colorado.” “Okay, look, I’m beat,” said Max. “How about if we pull over, and grab something to eat, and then you take a turn driving. Maybe if you’re focusing on where your driving, you’ll get a sense of where we need to go.” “You believe me, Max?” asked Liz. “Really?” “Look, Liz. We’ve really only begun to understand our powers, and Che’koth told us that it’s only that our brains are more developed, well maybe you and Kyle have linked up somehow because I healed you both. Damn, I don’t know,” he continued, hitting his hand on the steering wheel. “But you’re certain they’re in danger, and that’s good enough for me.” “Thank you for believing me, Max.” said Liz. “It means a lot to me.” “Liz, you believed me, and kept my secret, and put yourself in danger countless times,” said Max. “I think, an unscheduled road trip to Colorado doesn’t even begin to compare.” He pulled off at the exit, and followed the signs to a nearby restaurant. “Do you want eat in, or take out?” he asked. “Take out,” said Liz. “I know you’re tired, but I can’t help but think time is of the essence here. We need to keep moving.” She unconsciously gnawed on her thumbnail as she thought. “Grab me something while you’re in there. I want to wait out here and think for a bit.” “Okay,” said Max. He climbed out of the car and walked up the stairs to the small roadside diner they’d found. Liz climbed out of the car, and walked around for several minutes, stretching her cramped muscles. She got back in the car, this time behind the wheel, and leaned back and closed her eyes. Where are you, Kyle? she thought. I know you’re in trouble, but I don’t know what’s wrong. I only know we need to find you, and fast. Liz forced her mind to focus on Kyle and Ava, trying to get some idea of where they were. Suddenly, she found herself standing on a winding road that climbed up into the mountains. Dense trees lined each side of the road. She looked up and saw a sign that said Lake City 15 miles. She looked past the sign, and saw skid marks on the road. Her eyes followed the path the skid marks took off the road, and she saw Kyle’s car. She could barely make out two figures slumped over the dashboard in the thickening twilight. “Liz! Liz, come on, Liz! Wake up!” Max shouted. Liz felt a jerk in her stomach, and she sat up. “God, Liz, I was so worried. It was like you were dead or something. I couldn’t wake you up,” said Max, his fear and worry evident in his voice as well as his face. “I wasn’t sleeping Max. I think I was astral projecting. Like I did that time you were in New York, remember? I found Kyle and Ava. They had a car accident. They’re on some mountain road 15 miles outside of a place called Lake City.” “Are they okay?” Max asked. “I don’t know, they were both unconscious, I think,” said Liz. She bit her lip in an unconscious gesture as she tried to recall as much as she could about what she had seen. “I’m going to call the Colorado State Police,” said Max. “They may be hurt, and it’s going to take us at least another two days to get there. Did you see a route number or anything? Liz closed her eyes, and tried to recreate the scene in her mind. She saw the road sign, and the skid marks, and a sign for the A & A Ranch. “They’re not too far from the A & A Ranch,” she said, triumphantly. She opened her eyes and looked at Max. “I’ll go make the call, and then we’ll head out,” he said. He walked away from the car, stopped and turned back. He leaned in the open window and kissed Liz, fully on the lips. “You are wonderful,” he said. He spun on his heel, and walked across the parking lot to the empty phone booth near the diner. <center>It all started with a boy, a girl, and a silver handprint.</center><center><a href=http://pub84.ezboard.com/bmajiklmoonsrealm><img src=http://members.aol.com/majiklmoon/image ... a></center>

Post by **splatty** » Wed Jul 21, 2004 12:14 am

<img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/clap.gif ALT=":clap"> <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/clap.gif ALT=":clap"> <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/clap.gif ALT=":clap"> go liz! yay max - you better believe she's wonderful. <img src=http://www.ezboard.com/images/emoticons/wink.gif ALT=";)"> i hope kyle and ava are all right. <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/eek.gif ALT=":eek"> <div style="text-align:center"> I used to have the longing to hear what was in your heart. But now it seems I'm over the fear of this falling apart.</div>

Post by **majiklmoon** » Wed Jul 21, 2004 12:16 am

<blockquote>Quote:<hr>i hope kyle and ava are all right<hr></blockquote> THink about that statement Patty. This is me here, of course Kyle's going to be all right. how could I ever let anything happen to my own personal cabana boy <img src=http://www.ezboard.com/images/emoticons/wink.gif ALT=";)"> <center>It all started with a boy, a girl, and a silver handprint.</center><center><a href=http://pub84.ezboard.com/bmajiklmoonsrealm><img src=http://members.aol.com/majiklmoon/image ... a></center>

Anonymous · Post by **Anonymous** » Wed Jul 21, 2004 8:38 am

Zan's alive. Can someone explain this to me. Why didn't Ava ever chose to share this with them. Is she really as evil as Tess? <div style="text-align:center">It's all about Roswell!</div>

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