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

Anonymous · Post by **Anonymous** » Wed Jul 21, 2004 8:41 am

I have to agree. With Lovemaxliz. What's up with Zan being alive and Ava not telling. I love with how you worked the astral projection from S2 into it too. Very cool. Hope Kyle and Ava are okay.

Anonymous · Post by **Anonymous** » Thu Jul 22, 2004 5:55 pm

Hey...what happened to the fb I left for the prev. part? The board ate it up<img src=http://www.ezboard.com/images/emoticons/mad.gif ALT=":mad"> Great parts but I'm worried. Everything is just happening so fast that it can't be one person. And why didn't Ava ever tell anyone about Zan? <div style="text-align:center"><img src="http://img75.photobucket.com/albums/v22 ... Magic4.gif" style="border:0;"/></div>

Anonymous · Post by **Anonymous** » Thu Jul 22, 2004 5:59 pm

Why didn't Ava ever tell anyone about Zan? And everything is happening so fast and so close to each other that I'm wondering if there are more that one person involved? <div style="text-align:center"><img src="http://img75.photobucket.com/albums/v22 ... Magic4.gif" style="border:0;"/></div>

Post by **majiklmoon** » Thu Jul 22, 2004 11:40 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 Twelve Rocky Mountain Meeting Liz, Liz, help us. Help! “Sir, sir, can you hear me?” a voice called, penetrating Kyle’s mind through the layers of unconsciousness. “We’re going to get out of here, just hang on a second.” “Ava,” Kyle said, weakly. “Where’s Ava?” “We’ve got the young lady out already, she’s in the ambulance, on her way to the hospital,” said the voice. “No blood work,” said Kyle, struggling to open his eyes. “None.” “Sir, let’s not worry about that right now,” said the voice. “We need to get you out of here.” Kyle opened his eyes, squinting against the bright light that filled the car. He saw the face of a concerned fire fighter leaning over him. “Okay, we’re going to try and lift you out now, sir, okay?” Hands reached in and started to ease Kyle from the crumpled car, and he screamed. “No! Stop! My leg is stuck!” shouted Kyle. “Hold up!” shouted the fire fighter. He looked down into the car and tried to ease Kyle’s foot out. “You’re stuck but good, son. Someone grab me the Jaws of Life,” he yelled. The fire fighter turned back to Kyle and patted his shoulder. “Don’t worry, sir, we’ll get you out. Just hang on for a second.” “Screw me,” Kyle shouted. “Where’s my wife? Where’s Ava?” “She’s in the ambulance, sir. We’re preparing to evacuate her to the hospital now.” “Do not, give her any blood,” demanded Kyle. “Do not test her blood, nothing. Do you understand me?” “Yes sir,” said his rescuer, reaching for his radio. He relayed the message to the departing ambulance, and then turned back to Kyle. “Okay, I told them, now I just want you to relax. We’ll get you out of there and a minute.” “I’m sorry, sir,” said Kyle, trying to control his fear and his temper. “It’s just that transfusions are against our religion. I didn’t mean any disrespect.” “That’s okay, son,” said the fire fighter. “Now, I just want you to lay back, and put on these goggles, and I’m going to cover you with this blanket. Stay covered, as soon at the jaws get here, we’ll get you out.” The fire fighter turned his back to retrieve the Jaws of Life, and Kyle slipped his hand down near his foot, and used his powers to free his foot from the twisted wreckage of his car. “Hey! Hey!” shouted Kyle. “I got my foot out.” The fire fighter turned back to Kyle and looked into the car. “Well, I’ll be damned,” he said. “How the hell did that happen?” “I don’t know,” said Kyle. “I just kept wiggling my foot, and there it was. Can I get to the hospital to be with my wife, now?” “You got it,” said the fire fighter. Two EMT’s wheeled a gurney over to the car, and lifted Kyle out and onto the stretcher. They carried the stretcher over the bumpy ground and placed it into the ambulance. One of the EMT’s climbed into the back beside Kyle, while the other started the ambulance and drove off towards the hospital. “What’s you’re name?” asked the EMT. “Kyle Valenti, and my wife Ava is in the other ambulance,” answered Kyle. “What day is this?” “Today is Thursday,” answered the EMT as he checked Kyle’s pulse and temperature and respiration. “Do you have any idea how long you were down there?” “We were driving through Tuesday night, around dusk,” said Kyle. “We stopped for dinner a couple of towns back. I forget the name of the place, but Ava grabbed one of their take out menus. It’s probably still in the car.” “Take out menu?” queried the EMT. “Are you two planning on settling down around here?” “No, we’re on our way back home to New Mexico. Ava just likes to collect the take out menus from the places we’ve eaten,” said Kyle. “It’s a bit weird, but it makes her happy.” “Don’t feel bad,” laughed the EMT. “My girlfriend collects those itty bitty teaspoons. I mean, what’s the point in those, you can’t use them for anything.” Kyle laughed, then winced in pain. “Ouch, that smarts,” he said. “I think I broke a couple of ribs or something.” “You’ve had broken ribs before?” asked the EMT, lifting Kyle’s shirt to examine him. “Yeah, I played football in high school,” explained Kyle. “Ow, hey, watch it, will you,” he shouted when the EMT touched a particularly tender area. “Sorry,” said the EMT. “I understand that you won’t authorize any transfusions or blood work to be done, is that correct?” “Uh, yeah, they go against our religious beliefs,” said Kyle. “Just get me to the hospital, let me get my wife, and we’ll rent a car and be on our way.” “Let’s just get you to the hospital, Kyle. That’s all we’re focusing on here,” said the EMT, as he continued to examine Kyle’s abdomen and chest area. “Mr. Valenti,” said the doctor, pushing back the curtain to the cubicle in the emergency room. “I’m Dr. Wilson, and I’m just going to check you out, and then we’ll talk.” “No, we’ll talk now,” said Kyle, struggling to sit up on the emergency room table. “I want to know how my wife is.” “Your wife is still unconscious,” said the doctor. “That’s one of the things we’ll talk about after I take a look at you.” “I’m fine. Just take me to see my wife!” shouted Kyle. “Mr. Valenti, I’m going to insist that you calm down,” said Dr. Wilson. “I’m afraid you are more seriously injured than you realize, and unless you let me examine you, you could be in serious danger. You won’t do your wife any good if you don’t take care of yourself.” “Fine, let’s get this over with,” said Kyle. He leaned back on the gurney, and glared resentfully at the doctor. “Okay, we’re going to need a few x-rays,” said the doctor, stepping back from the table. “Someone will be down in a few minutes to take you to radiology.” “Yeah, thanks,” muttered Kyle. “Excuse me,” said a voice from the other side of the curtain. “I’m looking for a Kyle Valenti. He was brought in from an accident a short time ago.” “Right this way, Sheriff,” said a female voice. “ I believe the doctor is done with him.” “Dad?” whispered Kyle incredulously. He looked expectantly at the curtain, and felt his hopes crash down around his feet when a tall blond man entered the room. “Mr. Valenti?” said the man. “I’m Sheriff Nickerson.” He held out his hand to Kyle. Kyle reached out and shook his hand, and groaned at the pain the exertion caused. “You’ll pardon me if I don’t get up, Sheriff,” said Kyle, with another groan. “You’re here about the accident?” “Yes, I am, but before I get to that, can I just say, you looked incredibly disappointed when I walked in here. Were you expecting someone else?” “Expecting? No, not really. My dad is the sheriff in Roswell, New Mexico, and when I heard someone say sheriff out there, I,” “You figured that by some miracle, it was your father,” continued Sheriff Nickerson. “Yeah,” said Kyle, a bit sheepishly. “Well, I’m not him, but I can get word to him right away, how would that be?” “That would be great,” said Kyle. “I didn’t even thing about contacting him yet.” “Well, I’ll take care of that,” said the Sheriff. “But for now, I have a few questions for you about the accident. Do you feel up to talking?” “Sure, if we make it quick, I guess they want to take me up to x-ray or something,” said Kyle. “What happened out there, last night, Kyle?” asked the Sheriff. He took out a notebook, and waited for Kyle to answer. “Happened? Nothing really,” said Kyle. “We were just driving and talking.” “How did the accident occur?” asked the sheriff. “Did you see what the other car looked like?” Kyle looked at the sheriff, his confusion apparent. “What other car? We were talking.” Kyle paused and thought for a moment, he didn’t want to tell the Sheriff that he had taken his eyes off the road to look at Ava. “An animal ran in front of the car, I think it was a deer. Anyhow, I swerved to try and avoid it, and my car went onto the shoulder. I started to get control again, when it hit a rut, or a rock or something. We went crashing down into the brush, and that’s the last thing I remember. There wasn’t any other car involved, Sheriff.” “You’re sure?” questioned the sheriff. “Absolutely,” answered Kyle. “Why?” “Well, we received an anonymous tip about your car,” the sheriff responded. “Maybe somebody saw it from the road and called it in,” said Kyle. “Except for your car was so far into the woods, it couldn’t be seen from the road. “I’m sorry,” interrupted a nurse. “We need to get this man up to radiology. You’ll have to finish this later.” “No need, we’re done here,” said the sheriff. “Kyle, I’ll contact your father for you right away.” “Thanks, Sheriff,” said Kyle. “His name is Jim Valenti, and it’s the Roswell, New Mexico Sheriff’s Department.” “You take care,” said the sheriff. He stepped out of the cubicle, and the nurse pushed the gurney out of the cubicle, and into the quiet emergency room. “Can you tell me where my wife is?” asked Kyle. “She’s up getting x-rayed right now,” said the nurse. “The doctor will explain everything to you as soon as possible. Just lay back and relax.” “Mr. Valenti,” said Dr. Wilson. “I’m going to be very frank with you. You do have some fractured ribs, which we are going to tape up for you. You’re going to need to take it easy for the next several days.” “Yeah, fine, great,” said Kyle. “What about Ava?” “Your wife is still unconscious,” said the doctor. “The x-rays have shown that she has a fractured skull, and there is some swelling. We need to operate to relive the swelling.” “NO!” shouted Kyle. “No operating. I refuse to sign the consent forms.” “Mr. Valenti, if we don’t operate, your wife could die.” And if you do operate, Kyle thought to himself. You may find out that my wife is an alien, and then you’ll dissect her. No freaking way. “I understand that, sir. But do you understand that our religious beliefs forbid the use of any invasive procedures? Now I demand that you take me to where you have my wife.” “Damn religious nuts,” said Dr. Wilson, under his breath. “Fine, I’ll have the nurse wheel you to your wife’s room.” He stormed out of the room, paused at the nurse’s station long enough to get someone to take Kyle to Ava’s room, then went to the Doctor’s Lounge. In the lounge, he picked up a phone, and called the hospital’s chief administrator, and began to explain the problem. Liz and Max walked into the crowded café in Lake City, and sat at the crowded counter. Max passed Liz a menu. They scanned the menu, made their choices, and listened to the snippets of conversations that echoed around them. “Damned fool religious nuts,” said one man. “Man’s wife is going to die, and he won’t let the doc’s operate. Its nuts.” “Maybe nuts, Charlie, but it’s religious freedom, and that’s what this country was founded upon,” said the man’s companion. “I hear they were stuck in their car for a couple of days,” said the first man. “Could be that the husband isn’t in his right mind.” “Doesn’t matter,” said the other man. “Doc Wilson got the hospital to file some injunction or something, giving them the right to operate.” Max looked at Liz and squeezed her hand. The slid off the stools and rushed out of the café. “Now what do you suppose wastheir problem?” said the man, watching them run to their car. Liz walked up to the information booth in the hospital, and smiled brightly. “Hi, I was wondering if you could tell me what room Kyle Valenti is in?” The elderly woman at the desk looked up the information and smiled at Liz. “Of course, dear. Are you family?” “Family? Oh, yeah, family. I’m his sister-in-law,” she improvised. “Now that’s nice. Mr. Valenti is in 406.” “Thank you,” said Liz. She and Max ran to the elevator and pushed the button for the fourth floor. When the elevator stopped, the rushed out, and looked for the signs to point them in the right direction. Max tugged Liz by the arm as the two ran down the hall. He pushed open the door to 406, and found Kyle, struggling to get dressed. “Max, thank God,” he said. “You have to find Ava, before it’s too late. They want to operate on her. She has a fractured skull. Max, they can’t operate.” “What room is she in?” Max asked. “She’s down the hall, in 417,” answered Kyle. “ Max rushed out of Kyle’s room, and ran down the hall to Ava’s room. He pushed open the door and stepped inside, taking care to make sure he wasn’t observed. He walked over to Ava’s bed and stared down at the small blond girl who lay there silently, as if sleeping. He put his hands on her head, and closed his eyes, and focused. Images of the life Ava led flashed through his mind. He saw the abuse she suffered at the hands of Lonnie and Rath. He saw Zan, his doppelganger protecting her. He saw Lonnie subdue Ava, while Rath shoved Zan into the path of the oncoming truck. He saw Zan get up, wave to Ava and run, while Rath and Lonnie laughed and congratulated themselves on the success of their plan. “Max?” said Ava. “What’s going on. Where am I, and why are you here? “Shh,” said Max. “You were in an accident, and you were hurt. I just healed you.” “Kyle, is Kyle okay?” said Ava, struggling to sit up. “Kyle’s fine. Look, give me a minute to get out of here, then call the nurse. Let them see that you’re fine.” “Thanks Max,” said Ava, smiling at him. “Your welcome,” said Max, but he didn’t smile back. He slipped out into the hallway, and walked back down to Kyle’s room. “She’s okay,” said Max. “She’s awake, but we have another problem.” “God, now what?” said Liz, rubbing her hand over her face. “You know how when I healed you,” said Max. “I saw you. I got flashes of you?” “Yeah, so?” said Liz. “Well I got flashes from Ava too.” “Okay, you got flashes, so what?” said Liz, confused. “He found out that Zan’s alive,” said Kyle. <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** » Fri Jul 23, 2004 11:32 am

At least Ava is safe, Zan Alive??<img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/ufo.gif ALT=":ufo">

Post by **majiklmoon** » Fri Jul 23, 2004 8:44 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 13 Ava Tells All “Look, we can’t stick around the hospital,” said Max. “We’ll hook up later. Are you hurt, Kyle?” “Just some fractured ribs,” said Kyle with a grimace. “Believe me, I’ll let you fix me up later, but right now, you do need to get out of here before the find out that Ava’s okay.” “Listen, I’m not going anywhere until someone explains all of this to me,” said Liz. “We’ve all got some explaining to do,” said Max. “But this isn’t the time, or the place. There’s a small bed and breakfast on the main street. We’ll check in there. Call us when you can get released, and we’ll come get you.” “Actually, the sheriff here contacted my dad, and I’ll bet you anything he’s already on his way out here. I’ll get him to bring us to you.” Max and Liz were walking to the door when Kyle called out to them. “How’d you guys know?” he asked. “It wasn’t me,” said Max. “Liz knew somehow. She had a feeling or something.” “Liz?” asked Kyle. “How did you….?” “You called?” she said simply, to her friend. “And you came,” he responded. “Cool, our own personal alien alert system. I like it. Now get out of here.” Max and Liz left the hospital room and walked down the quiet hallway. They waited in silence for the elevator to arrive. The doors slid open, and out stepped Jim Valenti. Max smiled, and slightly shook his head, and climbed into the now empty elevator. Liz slipped her hand into the sheriff’s and squeezed it gently, then followed her husband into the elevator. The two turned, and watched as the door closed on the sheriff’s surprised expression. Max and Liz sat on the bed in the charming room they were given and ate the take out pizza that Max had picked up. There was a knock on the door, and Max opened it, assuming it was the desk clerk with the extra blanket they has requested. Instead he found Jim Valenti. “Come in, Sheriff,” said Max, stepping back, and opening the door wider. “Max, what the hell is going on here?” demanded Jim. “I get a cryptic phone call from you saying you and Liz are on your way home, and need a place to hide. Kyle and Ava decide to come home unexpectedly, and I get not one, but three overnight packages from New York. Then I get a phone call telling me my son and daughter-in-law were in an accident, and it’s not looking too good for her. I get here, and amazingly, she’s completely healed. You’ll have to excuse me if I’m just the littlest bit confused.” “Sit down, Sheriff, and we’ll try and fill in some of the gaps,” said Liz. “We don’t have all the answers you want, but maybe if we pool our information, some things will begin to make sense.” “Fine,” said the Sheriff. He pulled up a chair, and accepted the piece of pizza Max handed him. “Thanks,” he said. “I haven’t eaten since I got the call from the sheriff here in town. Roswell search and rescue used their helicopter to get me here. I went and saw Kyle, and he told me where you were staying. They wouldn’t let me in to see Ava, but the doctors said she’s doing remarkably well.” Liz and Max explained about their friend Fred, and how he had died and about the surveillance equipment they had found in his apartment. “So you just left?” asked the Sheriff. “There’s more, Sheriff,” said Max. “Don’t you think it’s time to call me Jim?” said Valenti. “We’ve been through kind of a lot already.” “Yeah,” agreed Max, with a grin. “Anyhow, Michael sent us this picture. At first we kind of just thought it was beautiful, and Liz brought it with us when we ran. She found a phone number on the back, and managed to get through to Maria, who told us it wasn’t safe, and to go to the picture.” “And the picture was of Colorado?” queried Jim. “No, the picture is of the Granolith. We were on our way home, when Liz got this vision or something. She had the feeling that Michael and the others were in danger,” explained Max. “So were Kyle and Ava,” continued Liz. “But it was a different kind of danger. With Michael, and Isabel, I kept feeling as if someone was watching them, and that he was a danger. But I knew that Kyle and Ava weren’t in that kind of danger. I saw their accident, and was able to figure out where they were.” “And you called the state troopers,” said Jim. “Smart, very smart. But what about Michael and the others, could you see who was following them?” “That’s where it gets strange, well, stranger, anyhow,” said Liz. “I kept seeing Max. He was the one following them, but that made no sense. At least not until today.” “Why not until today, what made it make sense?” asked Jim. “When I heal people,’ said Max, “I get flashes of their lives. When I healed Liz, I saw her growing up. Kyle too, I saw him playing T-ball the year you were his coach. Well, when I healed Ava, I got flashes too, but they weren’t as nice as the snippets of Kyle and Liz’s lives. Ava lived through hell, with Rath and Lonnie. They were always tormenting her. Zan did what he could, but it wasn’t enough.” “And then, Zan was killed by Rath and Lonnie,” said Jim. “Well, that’s what we thought,” said Max. “But I saw a flash of the accident, and Zan survived. He waved to Ava, and ran, while Lonnie and Rath congratulated themselves on a job well done.” “She mind warped them into thinking that their plan worked,” said Jim in awe. “But why didn’t she ever tell us?” “She told Kyle,” said Max. “He knew, as soon as I told him I got flashes off of her, he knew what I had seen.” “Kyle couldn’t have known,” said Jim. “He would never keep something like that from all of you. It’s too important.” “He knew, Jim. There’s no doubt about it. But we didn’t get a chance to talk to him about it. We didn’t think it was a great idea to stick around the hospital, what with Ava’s miracle healing, and all,” said Max. “Look, Kyle’s discharging himself against the doctors wishes,” said Jim. “I’m supposed to go pick him up at 5:00 p.m. I’ll bring him back here, and we can hash this out. I can’t believe that Kyle would deceive you like that.” “Jim, he wasn’t deceiving us,” said Liz. “Neither was Ava for that matter. There had to be a reason why she never told us about Zan. I’m not going to pass judgment on her, or Kyle.” “Me either,” said Max. “Go get him, and bring him back, and I’ll heal his ribs, and then we’ll talk. There isn’t any point in trying to figure out the whys and wherefores now.” “I’m going to head out now to the impound lot. That’s where the put Kyle’s car after the accident. I’ll get their luggage and anything else I think they’ll need. Then I’ll bring Kyle, and Ava, if possible, back tonight,” said Jim. “We’ll go and get some more food,” said Liz, happy to have something constructive to do. Several hours later, a knock on the door of Max and Liz’s room heralded the arrival of Jim and Kyle. Liz threw open the door, and squealed in surprise at the sight of Ava, along with the others. “They let you out!” she exclaimed. “Well, they didn’t have a choice, since there’s nothing wrong with me,” the petite blond answered with a small smile. “But I’m more than willing to guess that isn’t what we need to talk about, is it?” “Well, there are a few things we should probably cover,” said Max, “But first, I think I should take care of Kyle’s ribs.” “That would probably be a good thing,” gasped Kyle, holding his side, gingerly. Max led him over to the bed, and Kyle laid down carefully, trying not to jostle himself in any way. Max closed his eyes, and focused, picturing Kyle’s ribs. He could see them in his mind, with tiny cracks running through several of them. He focused, and imagined the cracks knitting together and becoming whole. As he did, he received more flashes from Kyle. This time he saw Kyle crying as he read the note his mother left him when she left their family. He saw Kyle and Ava laughing and running through the ocean together, and he saw the accident that brought them here; the car careening off the road and down into the woods, and he saw Liz, appear near the car. Max pulled his hands away and looked at Kyle, trying to hide the anger and resentment he felt at the connection that Kyle seemed to have with is wife. “How’s that?” he said, a bit gruffly. “Great, Man,” said Kyle. “I wish I could do that. I know Che’koth told us we could all do the same things if we worked on it, but I just haven’t been able to manage it yet.” “Look, can we just get this over with?” asked Ava, her voice trembling. “I know you all want to know about Zan, and I just want to do it now, before I lose my nerve.” “Look, why don’t we eat, while we’re talking,” said Liz. “Sometimes, it’s easier to talk about something difficult if you’re doing something else at the same time.” She offered sodas and the leftover pizza, as well as chips and other snacks to the others, then sat on the bed next to Ava and waited for her to begin. “Well, you know Rath and Lonnie were really jazzed, cause Zan wouldn’t meet with the delegation. We both heard them talkin’ about doin sumptin to make Zan see it there way,” Ava began, subconsciously slipping into the street language she used while living in New York. “We decided we was gonna get the hell outta New York. Zan wanted to try and find the other Zan,” she nodded at Max, “And try and warn him.” “He never made it,” said Max. “No, I know,” said Ava. “Anyhow, we was gonna split together, but Lonnie and Rath acted sooner than we thought, and I barely had time to mind warp those two losers, so that Zan could escape. He got out of the way of that truck just in time. He got outta the way, and stood up on the other side of the street, and waved to me. I think I knew then that he wasn’t gonna come back for me. Then Rath and Lonnie decided that we should find the other Zan, and we hooked up with youse guys. None of youse ever said anything about Zan showin’ up, so I knew he never made it. I just figured he was either dead, or just didn’t give a shit no more and wasn’t ever gonna show up.” Ava looked up at the others. Her eyes sparkled with unshed tears. Liz reached out and ran her hand across Ava’s back in a gesture of support. “You gotta believe me,” she whispered. I wasn’t trying to deceive you or anything. I just figured it didn’t matter.” “We know, Ava,” Max said. He smiled at her, trying to reassure her. “You’re our friend, and you would never intentionally hurt any of us, or put us in any danger.” “I don’t get why it’s so important all of a sudden,” said Ava. “I mean, it’s been like two years, and I’ve never even heard from him. He must be dead.” “He’s not,” said Max. “At least, not if Liz’s vision is anything to go by.” <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: 7/24/04 7:18 am

Post by **majiklmoon** » Sat Jul 24, 2004 11:37 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 Fourteen – Ticket to Ride Isabel and Alex rushed through the terminal, racing against time as they tried to make their flight. Gasping for breath, they stopped at the security gate waiting anxiously for their turn to pass through the metal detectors. Alex went successfully through the metal detector first. He stopped on the other side to gather up his wallet, watch and cell phone, and put his shoes back on, and watch while Isabel had her turn. She stepped through the detector, and alarms sounded. “Please pass back through, ma’am,” said the airport security official. Isabel smiled wanly, but complied, and stepped through the device again, and again, the alarms sounded. Isabel flushed, and looked apologetic as the security guard motioned for her to step to one side. Alex looked at his watch, and at the large screen that noted arrivals and departures. They had five minutes to make their flight. He scanned the crowed, and waited while a female security guard used a hand held metal detector to scan Isabel’s body. Again, and again, the alarm sounded, but each time it did, the wand passed over a different part of Isabel’s body. “Maybe there’s something wrong with it?” Isabel offered hopefully. “That’s doubtful, ma’am,” said the guard. “The equipment is checked and calibrated daily.” “Why is this happening, then?” she asked. “Do I look like the terrorist type to you?” “We can’t be too careful,” said the guard. “No, you can’t be too careful,” whispered Isabel. She looked around, and spied the Armani suit guy watching her intently. She surreptitiously pressed her hand against her shirt and pants and metal studs popped up in various places on her clothes. “Wait,” she said. “Do you think it could be the studs on my clothes? It’s a new look for me, and I forgot about them.” “It’s possible,” said the guard. “Let me scan you again.” She passed the wand over Isabel’s body. Isabel shot a beam of energy at the wand, and it remained silent. “Look’s like you’re all set,” said the guard. “Sorry for the inconvenience.” “You can’t be too safe in this day and age,” replied Isabel. “I’m just sorry I didn’t think about the clothes. You have a very nice day.” She smiled politely at the security agent, gathered her belongings from the tray, and joined Alex. “He’s here,” she whispered. “Armani guy.” “Where,” said Alex, as he took her arm protectively. “Over there, by that planter,” she said. She turned to point, but the man was gone. “Never mind,” she said, her voice laced with disappointment. “He’s gone. God, Alex, am I losing my mind?” “Come on, let’s go board the plane. We’ll talk about it more later, I don’t want to take the chance of being overheard.” They raced to the gate, and presented their tickets and boarded the plane with seconds to spare. The flight attendant directed them to their seats, and as the made their way down the aisle, they were shocked to see Michael and Maria sitting in two of the plane’s seats. Isabel opened her mouth to greet them, but caught the imperceptible shake of Michael’s head. Instead, she continued down the aisle, and took her seat, while Alex stowed their carry on bags in the overhead compartment. “What do you suppose is going on?” Isabel whispered to Alex after he had taken his seat. “I don’t know,” he answered. “I’m guessing that something happened to freak them out too, and they just took off, like we did.” “I wonder why they didn’t call us?” Isabel queried. “Probably for the same reason we didn’t call them,” answered Alex, reasonably. “The game plan had already been set. We knew where to go if there was a problem.” “I’m being unreasonable, aren’t I?” asked Isabel. “Well, yeah, but we can blame it on a by-product of being totally freaked out,” said Alex. He looked up and saw that the flight crew had finished their pre-flight instructions to the passengers, and had buckled themselves in for takeoff. He reached over and took Isabel’s hand in his, and brought it to his lips. “We’re going to be okay, you know that, right?” he asked. Isabel nodded, and he continued. “After take off, we’ll find some way to get a message to Michael and Maria. Will that make you feel better?” “Yeah, thank you Alex. You are far more understanding than I deserve,” said Isabel. I’m going to write them a note, right now, telling them what’s going on.” She reached into her bag, and the ever-organized Isabel pulled out a small notebook and a pen. “How do you do that?” Alex asked in amazement. “Even after all these years, you still amaze me with your ability to find just what you want within seconds in your bag. Maria and Liz couldn’t do that if their lives depended upon it.” “Being a control freak and being so organized was always my way of coping, you know, before.” “Before what?” asked Alex as the plane began to taxi down the runway. “Before you Liz and Maria became a part of our lives. I coped with our giant secret by being super organized. Max was Mr. Stoic, and Michael, well, Michael was Michael, explained Isabel. “Plus he had a hell of a lot more to cope with than Max and I did.” She thought back to that horrific encounter in Michael’s trailer with his foster father, Hank. “We all had our little idiosyncrasies; our coping mechanisms. Then we found you, and we didn’t need them anymore. However, I like being ultra organized, so I’ve kept that one,” she laughed. The seatbelt sign went off, and the flight attendants came around, taking orders for beverages. Alex ordered soda’s for them both, while Isabel hastily scribbled the events that occurred that led to them being on the flight to New Mexico. “How do we get it to them?” asked Isabel. “We’re a little bit past the passing notes stage.” “Give it to me,” said Alex. He got up and walked to the bathroom, the folded piece of paper visible in his hand. He went into the restroom, and placed the note in a visible spot, and exited the cramped bathroom. He gave Michael a pointed look as he returned to his seat. Michael correctly interpreted the look, and went to the restroom himself. He returned to his seat, took the folded up piece of paper out of his pocket, and passed it to Maria so that she could read it along with him. When she finished, she looked at Michael. “What the hell is going on?” she asked. “Someone trashes your studio, and calls you Rath, and Isabel is seeing Max, but it isn’t Max. God, Michael, I thought our worries were over when we got rid of Tess.” “No, I’m afraid they’re just beginning,” said Michael. He reached into Maria’s bag and pulled out a pen, and started to scribble a reply. “Hey, you’re supposed to ask before you go into a woman’s bag!” said Maria. “In fact, it’s wise to never ever do that again. Especially when the woman in question can fry the hair right off of our head. Do I make myself clear?” “Yeah, yeah, sorry,” said Michael, clearly unrepentant, as he continued scribbling. “Look, take this to the john, and leave it in there. Alex or Isabel will pick it up.” “You forgot to tell me to fetch,” snapped Maria, but she took the note from his hand. “You know, if I didn’t love you so much, I’d kill you. In fact, I may just do that anyhow.” “Well, can you at least do it after you deliver the freaking note, Maria?” snapped Michael. Maria didn’t say anything, she glared at Michael and stood up, stepping hard on his foot as she passed by him. “Ouch! You did that on purpose,” said Michael. Maria smiled and raised her eyebrow, and walked up the narrow aisle to he bathroom. She spent several minutes in there, fixing her hair, and make up. She left the note on the side of the sink, and opened the door. She choked back a scream when she saw Isabel standing right outside the door, waiting to go in. “Are you two okay?” she whispered as she stepped aside to give Isabel access to the restroom. “Yeah. How about you two? How are you doing?” “Surviving, but barely. He’s driving me nuts,” whispered Maria. “Hang in there, Maria. He needs you, and you know how he gets,” said Isabel. “Yeah, I know. Listen, we’ll hook up when we land, okay? I better get back before the general has a hemorrhage or something,” said Maria. She reached out and gave Isabel’s hand a quick squeeze and returned to her seat. “What the hell was that all about?” demanded Michael after she sat down. “Talk about drawing attention to yourself. Jesus, Maria, what were you thinking?” “I was thinking that I love you, Space Boy,” said Maria. She leaned over and kissed him briefly on the cheek, then turned to look out the window to watch the clouds fly by. <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** » Sun Jul 25, 2004 10:09 am

Note passing in a plane. Very unique way if I might add<img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/lol.gif ALT=":lol"> But hey, at least it gets the message across <img src=http://www.ezboard.com/images/emoticons/wink.gif ALT=";)"> I just hope they reach Max and Liz quickly so they can figure out what is going on! <div style="text-align:center"><img src="http://img75.photobucket.com/albums/v22 ... Magic4.gif" style="border:0;"/></div>

Post by **majiklmoon** » Sun Jul 25, 2004 10:42 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 Fifteen –  Let’s Take a Meeting “Yeah, I need to rent a car, please,” the blond man said to the clerk at the rental agency in the airport. “I’ll need it for about a week.” “I’ll need to see a drivers license, credit card, and proof of insurance sir,” said the clerk. “Unless you wish to pay for our insurance.” “I’ll pay for the insurance,” said the man. “And here is my license, and my credit card.” He passed two small plastic cards across to the clerk, and waited while he typed the necessary information into the computer. “Very well, Mr. Milton,” said the clerk. “Thank you very much. Here is your card, and your license, and the keys. Your car is a red Dodge Intrepid, and it’s located in the lot directly outside this door, in slot number 17.” “Thank you very much,” said the man. He slid his license and credit card back into his wallet, pocketed the keys and picked up his bag. “You have a great day,” he told the clerk. “You too, Mr. Milton, enjoy your stay in New Mexico,” responded the clerk. “I will,” said Mr. Milton. He turned and walked across the airport lobby. The sliding doors opened, and he was hit by a hot blast of desert air. “Damn,” he said. “I forgot how hot it was here.” He located the car, put his suitcase in the trunk, climbed in, and turned the air conditioner on full blast. He put the car in gear, and eased out of the parking space, and drove to the Delta terminal. He pulled up to the passenger pick up/drop off area and waited. Within seconds, the passenger door opened, and a red headed man climbed in beside him, clutching an overnight case in his hand “Man, it’s hot,” he complained, as he buckled his seatbelt. “I hear you,” said Mr. Milton. He pulled out of the loading area and drove around the airport to the Southwest Airlines terminal, and repeated the procedure. A petite woman with short curly brown hair scrambled into the back seat, dragging her bag along behind her. ”Thank God you have the air conditioner on,” she gasped. “I thought I was going to die out there.” “No problem,” said the driver. “One more stop, and we’re done.” He eased the car out into the flow of airport traffic and pulled in at the US Airways terminal. The man in the passenger seat jumped out, and grabbed the suitcase that sat on the pavement next to a stunning woman with long black hair. He through the bag into the trunk, and the woman climbed into the back. “Damn, there isn’t enough moisturizer in the world to make up for the damage that air can do to my skin,” she said as she rummaged through her overnight bag. “Here, maybe this will help,” said the petite brunette. She passed a bottle of moisturizer to the other woman and smiled. “Isabel, you look great with black hair. You should think about keeping it that way.” “Your both beauty queens,” said the driver. “Let’s just get out of here, okay?” He put the car in drive and eased back into the flow of traffic. “Michael, will you chill with all the cloak and dagger stuff,” said Maria from the back seat. “There is no way somebody managed to follow us all the way from New York, and to four different terminals in the airport. “Yeah, well, we can’t be too cautious,” said Michael, changing lanes. “Whoever this guy is, he seems to know a hell of a lot more about us than we do about him.” “Yeah, but you’re making me seasick back here, changing lanes so much,” snapped Maria. Michael ignored her as he deftly changed lanes again, and then eased onto the highway. He merged into the stream of traffic, and relaxed marginally. “I don’t think we were followed,” he said, finally. “I don’t think so either,” said Alex. I’ve been watching ever since you picked me up, and I think we’re good. All the same, as soon as you can, we should pull off the highway, and either change the color of this car, or rent another one.” “That’s not a bad idea,” said Isabel from the back seat. “The convention center is about 4 exits down. There’s bound to be a rental place near there.” “And a restaurant,” added Maria. “I haven’t eaten anything of substance since last night.” The got off at the exit for the convention center, and Michael drove around the city until he located a rental agency. He pulled over and Isabel climbed out and went in to rent another car. She came out quickly, keys in hand, and climbed into a blue Chevy Lumina. She followed Michael down the street to another car rental agency. The drove past it, and quickly transferred the luggage into the Chevy, and waited while Alex, carrying a license that identified him as Mr. Milton, returned the Intrepid. “This cloak and dagger stuff really sucks,” said Maria later over a plate of spaghetti. “Mmm, this is good, but no where near as good as yours, Isabel.” “Thanks, Maria,” Isabel said, glad for the chance of normalcy. “I try to use fresh herbs.” “You’ll have to give me the recipe sometime,” said Maria, dipping a piece of bread into some olive oil. “Excuse me, Betty Crocker, and Julia Child. We do have other things to discuss,” said Michael. “Like who the hell is stalking us. I mean, obviously, he’s,” he paused and Maria spoke up. “Czechoslovakian,” she said with a smile. “Yeah,” Michael continued with a grimace. “Czechoslovakian. We need to get to the chamber, and get a hold of Che’koth and figure out what’s going on.” “Are we going to see anyone when we get to Roswell?” Isabel asked. “Anyone, meaning your parents?” asked Alex. “Do you think that’s a good idea, Isabel? I mean, then we’ll have to explain why we’re there and everything.” “No, I suppose not,” agreed Isabel. “How long will it take us to get there?” “If we drive straight through the night, we’ll probably get there right around noon time. We can swing by the Valenti’s and change before we head out to the pod chamber,” said Michael. The Valenti house was deserted when they pulled up in front. Alex killed the ignition, and climbed out and retrieved their bags from the trunk. Michael used his powers to unlock the door, and the four went inside. Alex flopped on the couch, and put his feet up on the coffee table, on top of an empty pizza box. “You know,” he said. “It’s nice to see that some things never change. Sheriff Valenti is not, and never will be a housekeeper. “Oh, that’s disgusting!” screamed Maria, from the bedroom where she had gone to change. She walked into the living room, clad in jeans, and a green tank top holding a picture frame in her hand. She wordlessly turned the picture around to show it to Michael and Alex who burst out laughing. The picture, which she found in the Sheriff’s room, was of her mother. After everyone had showered and changed, they prepared to leave. Isabel scribbled a quick note to the Sheriff, explaining the presence, and she propped it up on the kitchen table. Thinking again, she taped it to the television screen, knowing it would definitely be seen that way. She stepped out onto the porch where Alex was waiting, carefully locking the door behind her. “All set?” asked Alex. “As I’ll ever be,” she replied. She reached over, and slid her hand into Alex’s, and they walked to the car where Michael and Maria sat, waiting. They drove out to the pod chamber, passing several cars driving towards Roswell. “Hey, wasn’t that the sheriff?” asked Maria, pointing to a car that passed them in the opposite lane. “Yeah, but that wasn’t his truck,” said Alex. “In fact, it kind of looked like Max’s car.” “Whatever,” said Michael. “It doesn’t matter. If it was the sheriff, he’ll get our note, let’s not waste time worrying about it.” He pulled off the road, and parked the car behind the giant sandstone outcropping that housed the pod chamber and the Granolith. Together, the four climbed up the path, and Michael activated the mechanism that opened the door. It slid open, and one by one, they stepped into the cool recesses of the pod chamber. “It sure took you long enough,” said a voice. Michael spun around, his hand raised in a protective gesture. He peered into the darkened room, dropped his hand and smiled. “Maxwell,” he said. “I see you got my message.” <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 **roswellkitkat** » Mon Jul 26, 2004 6:53 am

Wow Trace...this is so great!! I can't beleive Ava kept the seceret of Zan being alive from the group. <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/nono.gif ALT=":nono"> <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/nono.gif ALT=":nono"> <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/nono.gif ALT=":nono"> Tha'ts not good..buth opefully she has a really good reason. So it was him watching the group..only he thinks they are Rath and Lonnie.....hurry back with more!!

Post by **roswellkitkat** » Mon Jul 26, 2004 7:11 am

Ok, so the board ate my post and I posted it this morning instead..only to realize I was still several chapters behind. This is some kick as$ stuff here. I reallylike how they are all scared, bust still working to get the things down that need to be done. I just can't believe that the NY group hasn't figured out that Zan is follwoing them...especially since he looks like Max but they know it isn't. Keep up the daily updates!! <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/handprint.gif ALT=":handprint">

Roswell Aliens · Post by **Roswell Aliens** » Mon Jul 26, 2004 2:55 pm

Is that Zan in the Chamber?? Max was just heading into Roswell with the sheriff. Can't wait for more<img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/clap.gif ALT=":clap">

Post by **splatty** » Mon Jul 26, 2004 7:38 pm

I go away for a weekend and I'm already several chapters behind??? Slow down girl! <img src=http://www.ezboard.com/images/emoticons/wink.gif ALT=";)"> I hope Zan isn't trying to kill Isabel and Michael thinking that they're Lonnie and Rath . . he knows about the doubles right? So, uh, wouldn't he make sure he's stalking the right people? Well, I'm loving this story. Can't wait for more. <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 **majiklmoon** » Tue Jul 27, 2004 9:51 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 Sixteen –  Mystery Man “Message received,” said Max. “Nice painting by the way. So, did you guys manage to get away from Zan?” “What?” shouted Michael. “Zan’s dead, remember?” “No he isn’t,” said Ava. “I mind warped Rath and Lonnie into thinking they’d killed him, but he got away. This is all my fault.” “Ava, we’ve been over this a thousand times,” said Liz. “It isn’t your fault, and nobody blames you.” She turned to look at Maria and the others. “Zan was supposed to come back and get her after he got away from Rath and Lonnie. When he never did, she figured he really was dead.” “Okay, we know why we’re here, and you know why we’re here, but why are you here. Couldn’t you have just phoned in that little bombshell.” “It’s going to get really complicated,” said Max, “And this isn’t the most comfortable place in the world. Why don’t we go somewhere else and talk?” “Because all eight of us can’t fit into a Chevy Lumina,” said Maria, pertly. She activated the door , and they all stepped out into the dry desert sun. “I suppose we could go back in shifts,” she said. The walked down the path and around the rocks to where the Lumina was parked, and next to it, was Max’s car, with the Sheriff at the wheel. “I saw you drive past me on the road,” he said to Michael. “I turned around and tried to catch up with you, but got stuck behind a slow moving truck. I figured this was not the place to hold your big summit meeting. Why don’t we all head back to my place, and then you can figure out what’s going on?” Max, Liz, Kyle, Ava and Jim drove back to the Valenti house, followed by Michael and the others. They all trooped into the house, and Jim ducked into his bedroom and quickly changed into his uniform. “I have to get to work, kids, but you’re welcomed to stay here for as long as you like. We’ll figure out the sleeping arrangements later.” “Thanks Jim,” said Max. “You’ve helped us so much already, and here we are again. We couldn’t have gotten through any of this with out you.” “Yeah, well,” Jim said, ducking his head in an unexpected gesture of bashfulness. “I’ve been thinking, you guys had better lay low. Stick around here, and whatever you do, don’t go into town. I’d hate to have to try and explain to your parents why you’re here, and not where you’re supposed to be.” “And what about any lady friend’s you might have, Sheriff?” Isabel asked, shooting a mischievous look at Maria. “Erm, don’t worry about that,” answered Jim. “I’ll see you kids later on.” After Jim left, the group discussed the whys and wherefores of what brought them back to Roswell. “So you’re telling me that you saw all of this happening?” asked Michael asked Liz. “Yeah, but it was in a dream, it wasn’t in real time, if you know what I mean. I couldn’t like warn you or anything. Not that anything I saw made any sense at all. It was more like images,” explained Liz. She curled up in the plaid recliner that sat in the corner and waited for the barrage of questions that she assumed would follow. When none came, she relaxed. “So it’s safe to assume that it was Zan following us in New York,” said Isabel. “But what about California. There isn’t any way it could have been him. Even if we could teleport, or whatever, there is no way he could turn himself into a girl, and you guys think it was a woman that killed your friend.” “Fred said her name was Glenarra,” said Max. “And he was positive that she was a woman. In fact, he really had a thing for her.” “So, it’s safe to assume that we have two separate enemies,” said Michael. “Zan isn’t our enemy!” cried Ava. “He wouldn’t do anything to hurt me!” “He left you with Rath and Lonnie,” said Michael, coldly. “And besides, it wasn’t you he was stalking, it was me, and Isabel. “He must have had a good reason for that,” said Ava. “He wouldn’t,” “Well, he did,” said Michael. “Now if you don’t mind, I don’t want to hear chapter and verse on what a wonderful guy Zan is. He destroyed some of my stuff, and he stalked my best friends, as well as my wife. The man is not high on my list of favorite people.” “Listen, you don’t know what it was like!” shouted Ava. “You weren’t there. You were here. You think you had it so bad, living with your foster father, well let me tell you Michael, compared to the way I had to live, your life was a freaking party!” Ava stood up and ran out the door, slamming it behind her. The room filled with an awkward silence, before Max finally spoke up. “Maybe you were a bit hard on her, Michael. I saw some of her life with Rath and Lonnie. They were brutal to her. I don’t know how she survived it. I know I couldn’t have.” “Yeah, well, if it was so horrible, why didn’t he save her?” Michael shouted. “If Zan was so fucking incredible, why did he leave my sister there with those two monsters?” Michael took the glass that he held in his hand, and threw it across the room. The glass hit the wall, and shattered into pieces, and cherry cola cascaded down the living room wall. He grabbed his jacket, and walked out the front door, slamming it so hard, two pictures of Kyle in his football uniform fell off the living room wall. “This is going so well,” said Kyle. “It’s good to see that some things never change.” “Shut up Kyle,” said Max, but the smile on his face took the sting out of his words. Michael feels bad enough about Ava being stuck with that pack of losers. He hates knowing that he wasn’t there to protect her while they were growing up.” “No shit, your majesty,” said Kyle, his tone sarcastic. “You don’t think I know that. That’s the only reason I didn’t kill him for talking to my wife that way. Ava kind of feels the same way about him. She knows he didn’t live in Leave it to Beaver land, and she feels bad that she wasn’t there for him.” “Maria, you’ve remained uncharacteristically calm during all of this,” said Alex. “Are you okay?” “Actually, I am. A very smart person helped me to remember how Michael acts when he’s stressed out.” She smiled at Isabel, who simply raised one eyebrow. “Besides, that was nothing. Want to see him really freak, tell him you hate my singing.” She sat back against the faded sofa, secure in the knowledge that her husband loved her, deeply. “Well, as exciting as this has all been,” said Alex. “Shouldn’t we be doing something more productive, like figure out what crazed alien is running around killing people?” “Hey,” Michael said as he walked across the yard towards Ava. “Hey yourself,” Ava said, looking at the ground. She scuffed the dirt with the toe of her shoe, and small puffs of dust rose up and dissipated in the soft breeze. “Look, I was a real jerk in there,” said Michael. “Yeah, you were,” Ava agreed. “You didn’t know him, Michael. He wasn’t noble like Max, but he wasn’t evil like Rath. If he didn’t come back, there was a reason.” “Yeah, but,” began Michael “No,” Ava said, firmly. “You’re wrong. Zan was my friend, Michael, he was, and there isn’t anything you can say that will convince me otherwise.” “Fine,” said Michael, his voice tinged with a bit of resentment. “I just don’t like knowing you had to live with them, and you didn’t have any protection.” “But I did, Michael, I did. Zan looked out for me as best he could, right up until the end. We took off for Roswell shortly after Lonnie and Rath tried to kill him. Now can we just forget about this, please? Michael, I don’t want to fight with you anymore, so let’s just drop it.” Michael agreed, and he and Ava walked back to the house, together. Before they went inside, Michael held out his hand to stop Ava. “If you and Maria ever ganged up on me, I’d be in a world of hurt, wouldn’t I?” “You know it,” Ava replied as she pushed open the door. Jim Valenti drove down the streets of Roswell, his eyes scanning the streets for any potential trouble situations. As he drove, his mind wandered to the group of kids that sat, even now, in his living room, fighting for their lives once again. “Aw, hell!” he said, slamming his hand against the steering wheel. “What the hell is going on? I told them not to come to town.” Jim pulled the truck over into a nearby parking space, and climbed out. He jogged quickly across the sidewalk, hoping to reach his prey before anyone else noticed him. “Going somewhere, Mr. Evans?” he said, grabbing Max by the arm. “I could have sworn I told you not to come into Roswell.” “Yeah, well, you know how it is. I got a little crazy. I needed to stretch my legs.” “You know Max, I expect this kind of stunt from Michael, but not from you. Now, come on, get in the truck. I’m taking you back to the house before anybody notices you.” Jim practically dragged Max to the truck, opened the door, and waited for him to climb in. When Max was seated, he climbed in the drivers’ side, started the truck, and eased back out onto the road. “Keep your head down,” cautioned Jim. “I hope to hell nobody saw you. I can explain Kyle and Ava being back in town, but you, no way.” “Ava?” asked Max. “Yes, Ava,” said Jim, shooting Max a confused look. “You remember, you and Liz went to Colorado after she and Kyle had that accident. You healed her, and we all came back together. Max, are you alright?” “Yeah, I’m uh, just a little tired, that’s all. The past few days are catching up with me, I guess.” “Well, just relax, I have you home, and back with the others in just a few minutes,” said Jim. They rode in silence for a several miles, until Jim pulled into his driveway. “Here you go, Max. I’m just going to let you out here. I need to get back to work. I’ll see all of you tonight. I’ll bring back some takeout from Senor Chow’s.” “Yeah, great, see you later,” said Max. He turned and walked up the driveway. He climbed the steps, and knocked on the door, a feral smile on his face. <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: 7/27/04 9:53 pm

Anonymous · Post by **Anonymous** » Wed Jul 28, 2004 9:36 am

Oh, poor Michael, feeling all inadequate. Doesn't he realize it wasn't his fault he and Ava weren't together. I love seeing Michael be all family oriented though, it's very cool. And I like how Ava defended Zan like that, but the best part was Maria giving the kudos to Isabel for reminding her how Michael can be. Great interactions. Now...Zan...wtf is up with Jim. Why is he bringing Zan right to their door. I don't get it. There has got to be more to it than we're seeing right now. Hurry back soon with an update. Please!!!!!!!

Post by **majiklmoon** » Wed Jul 28, 2004 8:16 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 Seventeen – Seeing Double Ava heard the knock at the door, and ran to open it while the others tried to make sense of everything that had happened. She threw open the door with a smile, assuming that it was Jim, and screamed. “Zan!” She started to reach out to him, but was held back by both Michael and Kyle who ran to her side when they heard her scream. “Michael, Kyle, let me go!” she shouted. It’s Zan.” “So, you’re siding with Rath now, Ava?” said the Max doppelganger in the doorway. “He’s not Rath, Zan. Rath is dead, but so will he if he doesn’t let me go,” Ava said, with a slight edge to her voice. “Ava, this bastard stalked Isabel and I in New York. There is no way in hell I’m letting you near him,” said Michael.” “I never thought you’d turn on me Ava,” said Zan. “Zan, listen to me,” pleaded Ava. “I didn’t turn on you. These people are our friends. You have to believe me.” “Why, why should I believe you? I went back for you, and you were gone,” said Zan.” “Let him in Michael,” said Max, from the living room. “If Ava says he’s all right, we need to trust her judgment.” Michael and Kyle relaxed their grip on Ava’s arms, and she pulled away and threw her arms around Zan. She took him by the hand, and pulled him into the living room. “Zan, you need to meet everybody,” she said. “And you need to tell me what happened to you. I tried to wait for you, but Lonnie and Rath insisted on coming here, and trying to find Max. They said if I didn’t go with them, they’d kill me, and I knew they’d do it.” “Holy shit,” said Zan. “It’s really true, there are two of us.” He looked at Max, an expression of awe on his face. “You’re really not Rath and Lonnie?” he continued, turning towards Michael, and Isabel. “No, I’m Isabel Whitman,” said Isabel. “And this is my husband Alex.” Alex just nodded, trying to deal with the figure in front of him. “And this is Michael Guerin, and his wife, Maria,” continued Isabel, pointing to where Michael sat on the sofa, his arm protectively around Maria.” “I think you’d better sit down,” said Max. “You look about as freaked as I feel.” “It’s weird,” said Zan. “More than weird, actually.” “Um, how come you’re not all into the punk stuff like Rath and Lonnie were?” Max asked, taking in Zan’s jeans, sneakers and polo shirt. “I was,” said Zan. “But let’s save that for later? I’m still trying to accept the fact that you guys are real.” “What do you mean, we’re real?” demanded Michael. “Our protector told us about you, but I never believed it. I thought it was just some stupid thing he told us.” “So that’s why, when you saw us in New York, you thought we were Rath and Lonnie,” interjected Isabel. “Yeah, I’m sorry for that,” said Zan. “I never would have freaked you like that if I had known.” “Well, what finally made you figure it out, Einstein?” said Michael. Zan had the grace to flush at Michael’s comment. “I went back to our old crib,” he said. “Only this time, I tore it apart, and I found this. He reached into his backpack and pulled out a West Roswell High yearbook. “Part of me thought it was just something Rath and Lonnie came up with, but I just wasn’t sure.” “Well why that stunt at the airport?” asked Isabel. “That was you setting off the metal detectors, wasn’t it?” “Yeah, it was,” said Zan, looking sheepish. “I was trying to stop you from getting on the plane, so I could find out what the hell was going on. At that point, I still didn’t quite realize you were like me, with powers, you know. But when you used your powers to stop the metal detectors, I knew. Look, this is hard for me, you know? I’ve hated Rath and Lonnie for the past three years. They tried to kill me. What did you want me to do, walk up to you and say hey, here I am, wanna take another shot at it?” “I suppose not,” said Michael, albeit grudgingly. “So where have you been?” said Liz. “Why didn’t you ever try to find Ava?” “Zan, this is Liz, Max’s wife. She was my first real friend here in Roswell,” said Ava. “And before you go on, I want you to meet Kyle, my husband.” Ava proudly pulled Kyle by the hand to stand in front of Zan. “No shit, you’re married!” exclaimed Zan. “That’s pretty cool. How’d that happen?” “Another really long story,” said Max. “We’d really rather hear about you. How did you get here, to Kyle’s house?” “I was walking around Roswell, and some sheriff guy pulls over and starts yelling at me for being in town, and dragging me to his truck. He seemed to know me, so I just kept quiet. Then he started talking about Ava, and I figured he could take me to her,” said Zan. “I screwed up a couple of times, and he kinda started to wonder about me, but I mind warped him, and made him forget.” “You can mind warp now?” asked Ava. “Yeah, nothing like you, but I just kept working at it, and I can sort of do it a little bit,” said Zan. “Ava, remember, Che’koth said we all have the same talents and abilities, it’s just that some are more developed than others,” said Liz. “Alex can mind warp too, and so can I, but just a little,” she explained to Zan. “Wait, you’re Antarian too?” he asked, clearly puzzled. “Another part of that really long story,” said Maria. “We want to know about you.” “Hey, you’re the one that was singing in that club,” said Zan. “I was there one night, listening to the band, and that’s where I saw Rath. Well, I thought it was Rath,” he amended. “Yeah, I knew you were out there,” said Maria. “But I couldn’t see you. But can we please get back to the story. What happened to you after Rath and Lonnie tried to kill you?” “I got away, with Ava’s help,” said Zan. “Only problem was, I ran right into the middle of a gang fight. I got whacked on the head with a pipe or something. I woke up three days later in the hospital. By the time I got back to our crib, Ava was gone. I looked for months. I figured they killed her too. I didn’t want to leave New York. It was the only home I’d ever known, so I decided to make a new life there. I lost most of the piercings, shaved, started dressing way more boring, and got a job. I paid attention to how people talked, and I tried to talk like them. I was just living life, until that day I saw Rath, Michael,” he corrected himself, “In that club. After that, everything changed.” Ava looked at the others, and read the unspoken messages that passed between them. “Zan, why don’t you come for a walk, and I’ll tell you about Rath and Lonnie,” she said. She stood up and held out her hand to him. He reached out and took it, and the two walked outside, while Kyle looked on, jealously. “What do you think?” Max asked the room in general. “I believe him,” said Isabel. “So do I,” said Liz. “I don’t,” said Alex. “Let’s kill the bastard,” said Kyle, still looking out the window, watching Ava and Zan, talk. “Michael, what about you?” asked Max. “I don’t know,” he said. “I don’t want to believe him. In fact, I’m with Kyle on this one, I want to kill him for what he did. But Ava trusts him, so I guess I have to, also. Maria, what about you?” “Well, other than scaring the shit out of us in New York, he didn’t actually do anything. So I guess I’m saying give him the benefit of the doubt, for now. But I reserve the right to change my answer at a later date.” “I’m with Michael,” said Max. “I don’t trust him either, but I do trust Ava, and if she says he’s okay, than I guess we believe him. And we can be pretty sure he isn’t behind what happened in California. So that means we’re down to one mystery.” “In which case, we need to get to the Granolith, and try and contact Che’koth,” said Liz. “And even though I trust him,” she paused. “You don’t think we should tell him about the Granolith,” finished Maria. “No, not yet,” said Liz softly. “I guess it’s kind of hedging our bets.” She went and stood next to Kyle who was staring out the window at Zan and Ava. “I just hope Ava doesn’t tell him either.” <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 28, 2004 8:37 pm

Does Sheriff not know about the dupes? Oops! I wonder what Zan is up to . . why is he being all evil? Maybe it's not really Zan after all? Well, I'm glad that at least he didn't hurt the Sheriff. Come back soon. <img src=http://www.ezboard.com/images/emoticons/smile.gif ALT=":)"> <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 28, 2004 8:40 pm

see paragraph where Zan says he mind warped him...a nice broad blanket statement that makes it all better <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 28, 2004 11:35 pm

oh - you sneaked in an update on me. <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/nono.gif ALT=":nono"> <img src=http://www.ezboard.com/images/emoticons/wink.gif ALT=";)"> i guess that explains that. but who killed ned and why?!?!?! ok . . patiently waiting. <img src=http://www.ezboard.com/images/emoticons/smile.gif ALT=":)"> <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** » Thu Jul 29, 2004 5:51 pm

Cool, I knew it had to be Zan. Hope he is a good guy in this one.<img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/ufo.gif ALT=":ufo">

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