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

Post by **majiklmoon** » Thu Jul 29, 2004 10:55 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 Eighteen –   “I never told them about you,” said Ava to Zan. “At least not until the other day. Max had to heal me, and he got a flash of what happened that day. I had to tell them.” “So what’s the deal with all of you?” asked Zan. “Are they all Antarian too?” “No,” said Ava. “It’s really complicated, but there was another set of pods, and Max, Michael, Isabel and Tess were in them. Max, Michael and Isabel all came out together. A wonderful family adopted Max and Isabel, but Michael went into foster care. He had it really rough. Oh, and did you know he’s my brother? Zan, I have a family too. I used to be so jealous of you and Lonnie. I wanted someone to be my family too, and now I have Michael, and Kyle.” “Yeah, what’s his deal?” asked Zan. “I’m getting the feeling he doesn’t like me too much.” “Probably not,” said Ava. “But he will. Just give him time. He’s a wonderful person, and he loves me so much, and I love him.” “How’d you hook up with a guy like that, anyhow?” asked Zan. He leaned against a fence, and looked down at the blond girl. “I kind of always figured we’d end up together, you know?” “We didn’t belong together Zan, not here on Earth. You know it as well as I do. You were my friend, my only friend, but nothing more.” “Yeah, I know, blondie, I know. So tell me more. How’d you all hook up, and how’d you find out Rath, I mean, Michael was your brother. Man, this gets confusing. I guess Rath really was your brother too, then, huh?” “Yeah, I guess,” said Ava, darkly. “Though I’m not to anxious to claim him, that’s for sure. Rath, Lonnie and I came here, they were looking for Max, to try and get him to go to the summit. Him and Tess went back to New York with them, and I stayed here.” “Tess? Who’s Tess. I didn’t meet her, did I?” asked Zan, confused. “Tess is the other me,” said Ava. “Damn, this is getting complicated. Okay, first there are two destiny books, we had our copy, and they had their copy. But while each book makes sense by itself, if you read them together, it tells a completely different story. Alex figured it out.” “Alex, he’s the one with Lonnie, I mean Isabel. The one that can mind warp. How can he do that, anyhow. You still haven’t explained that,” said Zan. Ava paused, unsure of how much she should reveal. She thought for a minute more, then continued. “Liz was shot in the restaurant her parents own. Max healed her, at great risk to himself, and the others. As a result, Liz developed powers like ours. It seems our powers are centered in our brains. We use more of our brains than the average human. When Max healed Liz, it bumped up the development or something in her brain, and she got powers.” “And Max, he healed the others, too?” asked Zan. “Yeah, Kyle got shot, too, and I forget what happened to Alex and Maria, but Max healed them,” Ava lied. She was unwilling to tell Zan about the Granolith, and it’s role in activating Alex and Maria’s powers.” “Where are Rath and Lonnie, and this Tess character, now?” asked Zan. “Rath and Lonnie are dead,” said Ava. “Alex and Maria killed them when they found out Rath and Lonnie were going to kill Michael and Isabel, and take their place. They, along with Tess were going to kidnap Max, and try and get back to Antar.” “No shit, there’s a way to get home. How?” asked Zan, excitedly. “I don’t know,” said Ava, turning her head away from him to hide the fact that she was lying. “What about this Tess chick, what happened to her?” Ava climbed up onto the top bar of the fence, and hooked her feet over the lower rung. She looked off into the distance for a moment before she answered. “Tess is dead, she killed her, but in the fight, Liz lost the baby boy she was carrying.” A tear trickled down Ava’s face, and Zan reached over to wipe it away. “Man, that’s harsh,” he said. “She must have been broken up about it.” “Yeah, well, lets just drop it,” said Ava. “It’s not my story to tell. Besides, I want to hear about you. You got a job? I can’t see you in the nine to five world, Zan.” “It’s a nothing job. I was fixing cars in a Mercedes dealership. The pay was pretty good.” “You fixed cars?” laughed Ava. “Zan, you don’t even know how to drive a car.” “I managed,” said Zan. “And if you count stealing them, then yeah, I knew how to drive a car. But let’s not talk about me. I want to know more about what’s been going on with you. How’d you hook up with this Kyle guy, and is he treating you okay?” “Kyle’s great Zan, and I’m really lucky to have him and the others in my life.” “And a brother too. That’s cool,” added Zan. “So, what else did the books tell you?” He tried to hide his interest in the information. “Oh, Zan, I don’t know,” Ava said helplessly. “Do we have to go into all of that now? I mean, you’re here, finally. Can’t we just be happy about that?” “Man, there sure is a lot of nothing around here,” said Zan, looking up at the vast expanse of blue sky. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen so much nothing.” “It is kind of weird,” said Ava. “But it’s nice too. There’s a whole world out there Zan, and Kyle and I are going to explore it.” “Yeah, and how are you planning on this little venture? Did you jaunt back to Antar and make a withdrawal out of the royal treasury?” Ava flushed and looked at the ground in embarrassment. “Actually,” she said. “We made a little trip to Vegas one time, and well, we kind of made a bundle.” Zan laughed, and threw an arm around Ava and gave her a quick hug. “That’s my girl,” he said. “I’ve been known to do the same thing a time or two in Atlantic City. Too bad, I like the idea of going back to Antar and helping ourselves to all that royal treasure.” Ava laughed uneasily. She was disturbed at the way Zan kept redirecting the conversation to going back to Antar. It wasn’t something he ever really cared about before. In fact, it was his lack of interest in going back to Antar, which lead to Rath and Lonnie wanting to kill him. “Oh look,” she said gratefully. “Here come Liz and Max.” She jumped down off the fence, and ran over to them, glad to escape Zan’s prodding questions. “You okay,” Liz whispered to Ava when the two couples met up. Ava surreptitiously shook her head, and shot Liz a look that clearly begged for help. “Ava, you have a phone call, it’s Pam Troy. She heard you were back in town, and is dying to talk with you,” Liz improvised. “Hun? Oh,” said Ava, when she realized what Liz was doing. “Pam. I’ve been dying to talk to her. Zan, I have to take this call. I’ll be out in a few minutes, okay?” She didn’t wait for an answer, and walked towards the house, Liz trailing after her. Liz raced along, struggling to keep up with the fast pace the other girl had set. “Ava, slow up, will you?” said Liz. “It’s not like she’s really on the phone. The day Pam Troy would talk to one of us is the day Michael and Maria don’t fight about something.” “Liz, lets just go inside. I need to talk to you,” said Ava, clearly distraught. “Is it about Zan?” Liz asked. “Never mind, that’s stupid question. Of course it’s about Zan. Come on, we can go talk in Kyle’s room.” The two girls entered the house, and went straight to Kyle’s room, ignoring their friends who sat in the living room. “Okay, spill, what’s up?” asked Liz, sitting on the bed next to Ava. She looked around the room, while Ava formed her response. Her gaze paused when it came to the bulletin board Kyle kept in his room. It was decorated with pictures of their small group of friends, after they had discovered Tess’ duplicity. Every picture of her showed a girl with a smile that never quite reached her eyes. “Liz, did you hear me?” Ava asked. “I just said that I’m not really sure if that’s Zan.” <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** » Fri Jul 30, 2004 11:09 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. A.N. Title comes from a class I took way back in my undergrad days. Dr. Reagan, you rock! Tomorrow’s Yet to Come Chapter Nineteen – Tests and Measures “Wh-what do you mean, you’re not sure he’s Zan,” said Liz. “He looks like Zan, he acts like Zan, but he doesn’t talk like Zan, and some of the things he’s saying, they’re just not very Zan like,” said Ava, worriedly. “You don’t sound like you did when you first came here,” said Liz, trying to remain calm. “Yeah, but I made a concentrated effort to not talk like that,” said Ava. She picked up a pillow off the bed, and clasped it to her stomach. “Liz, I’m afraid.” “Maybe he made an effort not to sound like Rath and Lonnie either,” said Liz, reasonably. “I mean if he had a job and everything, maybe he had to sound better educated. You did what you had to do to fit in here, maybe he did the same.” “It’s possible,” Ava said, doubtfully. “But he kept asking about how Tess was planning on going back to Antar. He was like obsessed about it or something.” Liz struggled to keep the fear out of her voice. “Did you tell him?” she asked. “No, I didn’t tell him anything about the Granolith,” said Ava. “I lied to him and said that Max healed all of you, and that was how you developed your powers.” Liz let out a small sigh of relief. “Good,” she said. “We didn’t want to tell him too much. Not right away, anyhow,” she added. “Zan never cared about getting back to Antar before?” “No, he was always saying this was our home now. If they had wanted us on Antar, they would have found a way to keep us safe. He also never believed you guys existed. I mean, he played along when our protector told us about you, but when it was just him and me, he’d always go on about how you weren’t real. That you were just some story the protector concocted to keep us in line.” “Well, he was telling the truth about that, anyhow,” said Liz, recalling the earlier conversation in the Valenti living room. “Have you noticed anything else? I mean, I know you only talked with him for like fifteen minutes, but was there anything else that made you question his identity?” “I’d really need to spend some more time with him to get a better idea,” admitted Ava. “Maybe get him talking about stuff only he and I would know about. But I’m worried about Kyle. He’s not going to like the idea of me spending too much time with Zan.” “Tell me about it,” said Liz, wryly. “He saw Zan touch your face, and put his arm around you, and it took Michael and Alex to hold him back. If he could have raised his hand up, he would have killed him.” “Gee, I’m so feeling the testosterone,” said Ava. “It’s so sweet that he’s jealous.” “Well maybe you could go talk to the jealous Buddha, and let him know that he doesn’t have anything to worry about,” suggested Liz. “And we have to figure out a way to have a planning session without letting Zan know what’s going on, at least until we’re certain he is who he says he is.” “Liz, I love him so much,” said Ava. “Part of me can’t even believe he’d waste time being jealous. I’ve never loved anybody but him, and I can’t see myself ever loving anybody else.” “Yeah, I’m familiar with that feeling,” said Liz. “I’ve never really loved anybody but Max, and I know, that for me, there will never be anybody but him.” “I’m going to go talk to Kyle, now,” said Ava. “Maybe you could fill the others in on Zan, while Max is still outside with him?” “Sounds like a plan,” said Liz. “And Ava? I hope he is your Zan. I know you really cared about him a lot.” “Thanks,” Ava said gratefully. She watched while Liz slid off the bed and walked to the door. “Why don’t I send Kyle in here to you,” she said. “That way you’ll have some privacy.” Liz crossed the threshold and walked into the small living room. “Kyle, Ava needs to talk to you,” she said. She looked at Michael, Maria, Isabel and Alex, who all watched her expectantly. “Yes, Houston, we do have a problem.” “Freaky, isn’t it,” said Zan, staring at Max. “Yeah,” agreed Max. “It was weird seeing Rath and Lonnie and Ava standing next to Michael, Isabel and Tess, but let me tell you, that was no way as weird as this.” “I never thought you were real,” said Zan. “I thought you were some fairy tale our protector made up to keep us in line. You know, something to threaten us with.” “And I never knew you existed,” said Max. “And then I thought you were dead.” “Well, here I am, brother,” said Zan, spreading his arms out. “Which leads us to the question of why?” asked Max. “You said you didn’t believe we were real, why come find us?” “I told you, I that Michael and Isabel were Rath and Lonnie. When I tried tracking them down at our crib, I found that yearbook, and here I am.” “You’ll have to excuse me if I say that seems a bit to simplistic,” said Max. “You tormented my family, and now you want us to welcome you with open arms. Sorry, it isn’t going to happen that way.’ “You’re suspicious of me,” said Zan. “I don’t blame you. I would be too if the situation was reversed.” “This is getting us no where,” said Max. “Jim’s going to be back with dinner soon, why don’t we head inside and see what the others are up to?” “This, as you call it, isn’t going to end until you either believe I’m telling the truth, or you kill me,” said Zan. “That can be arranged,” said Max. “Pass the fried rice,” said Kyle, to the room in general. “I’ll tell you, Ava and I have been to a lot of places these past few months, but we never found any place that had Chinese food like this.” He heaped his plate with fried rice, and then poured soy sauce all over it. “Geez, Valenti, that is totally disgusting,” said Michael. “Even for me.” “Yeah, well, at least I won’t have to share,” retorted Kyle. “I have so missed this,” he added, shoveling a fork full of rice into his mouth. Liz brought the conversation around to the different Chinese restaurants they’d all discovered since they left Roswell, and they all agreed that they hadn’t tasted anything better than what was on the coffee table in front of them. “I don’t know,” said Ava. “Zan, do you remember that one place we used to go to? The Emperor’s Dragon, or something.” “Oh yeah,” said Zan, without hesitation. “We’d call in this huge order, and then Ava would go in and warp the hell out of whoever was working the counter, and poof, great meal, no cost.” “We, uh, didn’t have a lot of money in those days,” said Ava, her face red embarrassment. Not only had Zan remembered the restaurant, he had recalled a less than savory piece of her own history. “What else did you guys used to do?” Maria asked Zan, trying to deflect the attention away from Ava. “We never really got a chance to have like a normal conversation with Rath and Lonnie, what with having to kill them and all. And poor Ava never gets to play when we play let’s remember. We’ve all known each other since elementary school, you know?” “Let’s remember?” asked Zan. “Yeah, you know someone says, do you remember blah blah blah, and then someone else remembers something else. Okay, it’s a stupid game,” said Maria, her voice trailing off. “No, I get ya,” said Zan. “I guess if you had a great life, it would be fun to play, but living the way we did, well, it was kind of rough.” “Not all the time, Zan,” said Ava. “Remember that one time we stole some skates and went skating at Rockefeller Center? That was fun.” “Even the part where Rath used his powers to send you flying into the wall?” asked Zan. “Well, that part was less than fun,” admitted Ava. “But after they left, it wasn’t too bad. Especially that little kid. Do you remember Zan?” “The one with the broken leg, yeah, sure I do,” said Zan. “This little girl, she couldn’t have been more than like four or five. She got separated from her parents, and fell. Then some big buffoon fell right on top of her. She ended up breaking her leg. But Ava was so cool, she got right in that jerk’s face, and red him the riot act, and took all the attention off the little girl so I could heal her leg.” “That’s right,” said Ava with a laugh. “Then Zan put her up on his shoulders, and we skated around calling out her parent’s name until we found them. They were hysterical.” “Not after we gave them back their kid,” said Zan. “They even bought us hot chocolate and roasted chestnuts to thank us. How freaking Mayberry was that?” “What?” said Max, suddenly. He flashed back in his mind to an encounter with Lonnie, Ava and Rath, and how Rath said everything in Roswell was Mayberry. “What did you just say?” “Abut the hot chocolate? I said it was Mayberry, why?” “Why would you say that?” demanded Max. “That particular phrase I mean.” “I don’t know,” said Zan, clearly puzzled. “It was something Zan used to say. He used to talk all the time about finding you. He used to say you were probably living in some back woods Mayberry kind of town. It got to be kind of a code for us, I guess.” “That’s right,” said Liz. “Remember, Ava used to say it all the time when she first started hanging out with us. Especially when she got he first glimpse of Isabel, the Christmas Nazi.” “There’s no need to go into that,” said Isabel, dumping some Hon Sue Gai on Liz’s plate. “Eat something Liz, you look hungry.” Everyone laughed as the front door opened, and Jim Valenti walked inside. “I hope you saved me some,” he said. “And if you didn’t, I’ll hold the sodas hostage.” He hefted the bag full of soda in his hands. “I can’t believe I didn’t think to pick some up while I was getting dinner. Of course, I also didn’t think the three cases I bought the other day would go quite so quickly, either.” “Sorry, Dad,” said Kyle jumping up. “Come on into the kitchen. I’ll get the glasses, and you can get the plate of food Ava left in the microwave for you. “Ava, I love you,” said Jim with a smile. “If Kyle hadn’t snapped you up already, I’d be pretty tempted. “What about your lady friend?” asked Isabel, shooting a mischievous look at both the Sheriff and Maria. “Shut up, Isabel,” the said in unison, and Kyle and his father exited the room amid the sounds of laughter. “What did you find?” Kyle asked softly as he banged glasses around to cover the sounds of his conversation with his father. “Everything checks out,” said Jim. “I even got a hold of someone at the place that he works, and they faxed me a picture of the employees, and he was in the photo, Son. I know you don’t like it, but it looks like he is who he says he is.” “That’s what I’m afraid of,” Kyle said glumly, watching his wife laugh at something Zan had said. <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: 7/31/04 8:55 am

Post by **roswellkitkat** » Sat Jul 31, 2004 4:05 pm

<img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/jawdrop.gif ALT=":jawdrop"> Oh crap, I knew it was too good to be true!!! You are on fire!!! <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/hotgreen.gif ALT=":hotgreen">

Post by **majiklmoon** » Sat Jul 31, 2004 11:49 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 Twenty – I Don’t Think We’re in Kansas Anymore. Jim Valenti drove down the road at a breakneck speed, and turned into his driveway, a plume of dust exploding behind him. He slammed on the brakes, inches from the front porch, climbed out of the truck and ran inside. “Wake up!” he shouted. “Kyle, Liz, Max, Michael, Ava, get your asses out here right now. “Maria, Isabel, Alex, move it, now. We have a serious situation in town.” One by one, the podsters staggered out of the two bedrooms, and the study, and Zan climbed up of off of the sofa. “What’s going on, Sheriff?” Zan asked. Jim merely glared at him, still angry at Zan’s deception, and waited for the others to enter the room. “What’s up, Dad?” asked Kyle, standing in the doorway to his room, rubbing his hand through his hair. Ava ducked under his arm, and stood in front of husband. Jim looked around to make sure that everyone was awake enough to grasp his news. “There was a murder in town last night,” he said. “I found the body myself. I’m sorry, guys, but the victim had a silver handprint on his chest.” The room exploded in sound as everybody talked at once. The noise escalated until Maria let out a piercing whistle, bringing the room to a sudden silence. “It’s good for cabs,” she said when she realized everyone was staring at her. “Where did you find the body?” asked Michael. “Outside the CrashDown,” said Jim, looking at Liz. “Is it, it’s not?” she whispered. “No, Liz, sweetie, it wasn’t one of your parents, but it was Jose. I’m sorry,” said Jim. Liz whimpered, and Max wrapped his arms around her and pulled her to his chest. He looked over her head at Michael. His expression was stoic, and he held Maria tightly. “When did it happen, Dad?” questioned Kyle. “Do they have any idea of a time of death, or is it too early?” “Actually, we do have a pretty good idea,” said Jim. “Jose was scheduled to open today,” “So he would have arrived around 5:00 a.m.,” said Liz, softly. “That’s right,” said Jim. “I called his wife, Consuela, and she confirmed that Jose left at his regular time. I did a drive by of the back alley at 4:45, and there wasn’t anything there. I hit it again, at 5:30, and I saw the body.” “What made you go back there, Jim?” Alex asked. “You don’t normally do that, do you?” “I’ve been keeping a watch on the CrashDown, your parents house, and the Evans house ever since I got those packages you all shipped here. I had Hansen take over for me when I went out to Colorado.” “I can’t believe this,” said Liz. “First Fred, now Jose. How many other people are going to die because of us?” “I suppose it’s pointless to ask if anybody saw anything?” asked Isabel. “No, but something else happened last night that you should know about. Last night, there was someone in town with a picture of Max and Liz, asking if anybody had seen them recently.” “That’s it, we’re out of here,” said Max. “Everyone get dressed. We all have backpacks, right?” He looked around the room, and everyone nodded. “Okay, fifteen minutes, and we leave. Jim, can you cram us all into your SUV? I don’t want to leave any cars behind.” “Leave cars behind where?” Zan asked. “Oh shit,” said Kyle. “What do we do with Mr. Armani over there?” “He’s coming with us,” said Max. “He’s in danger too.” “He’s in danger!” shouted Kyle. “How do we know he didn’t do it?” “This is bullshit!” shouted Zan. “I didn’t do anything. I was asleep on that relic that passes as a couch.” “Kyle, calm down,” said Max. “I got up around 5:00 to get a glass of milk. Zan was there.” “Don’t do me any freaking favors,” said Zan. “Screw you, screw the whole freaking lot of you. I’m leaving.” “You can’t, Zan,” Ava said. “You heard Max, we’re all in danger. It isn’t safe for you to go off on your own.” “I’m leaving, Ava, and if you’re smart, you’ll go with me. You don’t belong with that jerk. You’re too good for him.” Kyle flew across the room, and threw himself at Zan, knocking him to the floor. He began to punch him, violently, breaking his nose and giving him a black eye before Michael, and the sheriff managed to pull him off. “Kyle, man, stop it!” shouted Michael. “We do not have time for this crap. Go get changed; Ava, go with him. You heard Max, we have fifteen minutes, and you just wasted three of them.” Kyle left the room, rubbing his hand. Ava looked at Zan, standing next to Michael, blood dripping down his face, and walked into the bedroom after Kyle, and slammed the door. “Look, we don’t have time for any of your shit,” Michael said to Zan. “Now get your stuff together, because we’re leaving, and you’re coming with us.” “What, you think you can make me?” demanded Zan. “Yeah,” said Michael, menacingly, grabbing Zan by the shirt. “Because like it or not, you’re not ‘da man anymore. Being ‘da man nearly got you killed. Get off your freaking attitude trip and stay alive.” He released Zan, and followed Maria and Liz into the bedroom they had all shared. Max looked at Zan, and shook his head. “Zan, we’re not them, we’re not like Rath and Lonnie. We’re a team, we work together, and we help each other. We do not try and hurt each other. Kyle was out of line, but look at where he’s coming from for just a minute. He was with Liz, and he lost her to an alien, to me. Now he’s with Ava, and you show up. You and Ava have a history already, and he’s afraid that history is going to repeat itself.” “Yeah, well he son of a bitch ought to have more faith in Ava,” said Zan. “He has more faith in her than you’ll ever know,” said Max. “He’s been through a lot in the past week, and he just found out someone he knows has been murdered. He’s not dealing well, so get over it. Now get ready, because we’re leaving in a few minutes, and I’ll drag you out of here myself if I have to.” “Why are you doing this?” asked Zan. “Why worry about me?” “Because you’re one of us now,” said Max. Jim said his goodbyes to the group outside the pod chamber. He hugged each one of them and told them to be safe. He looked at Kyle and Ava, and he hugged them both again, unashamedly wiping a tear from his eye. “Don’t worry, Dad,” said Kyle. “We’ll be back.” “We will,” said Ava, hugging Jim, tightly. “You’re a great dad. I’m not ready to give that up. “Be careful,” said Jim. “All of you be careful.” Liz stepped away from the others and held a package out to Jim. “Tell our parents what happened,” she said. “Tell them everything. They won’t believe you, but please tell them. Give this to my parents please. It’s my journal. Ask them to share it with Maria’s mom, and Max’s parents, and Alex’s as well. They need to know. They deserve to know.” She hugged Jim, and stood back next to her husband. Jim smiled, and whispered “Godspeed,” and climbed down the path to where he had left his vehicle. They waited until he was out of sight, and Max activated the door, and the stepped inside the cool interior of the pod chamber. “What is this place?” asked Zan before he saw the pods. “Oh, so that’s what they look like. Our protector destroyed ours after we came out. So, why are we here, anyhow?” “Follow me,” said Max. He led the way into the chamber, which housed the Granolith. As soon as they entered the chamber, it began to hum. It began to glow, from deep inside. At its base was a deep purple light, and as it climbed up the chamber, the color changed. At the pinnacle, a bright glowing silver light emerged. The eight podsters arranged themselves around the Granolith in a double foursquare pattern. Zan stood by, unsure of what he should do, until Max reached out and pulled him into his corner of the square. The light spilled out and filled the room, and Che’koth appeared. “Majesty,” he said bowing low to Max. “And Majesty,” he added someone confused at the appearance of Zan. “We’ll explain later,” said Max. “There isn’t time now.” He quickly explained everything that had occurred in California, and the death of Jose in Roswell.” “This is not good, your Majesty,” said Che’koth. “No shit,” said Max, “And don’t call me that.” “There has been talk on Antar, about a group of soldiers being sent to Earth by Kivar, to hunt you down.” “How?” asked Max. “I thought they needed the Granolith to travel back and forth.” “At one time, yes, but our technology has changed, and the Granolith is no longer necessary for that purpose.” Max started to ask another question, when he heard a noise in the outer chamber. He spun around in time to see a woman with short blond hair come running into the Granolith chamber. She pointed her hand at Max, and shot a bolt of energy at him. Max through up a shield, and at the same time, Zan fired his own bolt of energy at the woman, causing her to fall to the ground. The silver light of the Granolith turned a fiery red, and shot out and enveloped them all. The room seemed to spin and shake, and suddenly, they all found themselves on the ground in a strange room. Max stood up, and helped Liz to her feet and looked around. Across the room, a door opened and Che’koth walked in. “I don’t think we’re in Kansas anymore,” said Alex. <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** » Sun Aug 01, 2004 10:00 pm

Chap 20 Whaaaaaaat? So is Zan, Zan? or what? <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/lol.gif ALT=":lol"> Loving the frequent updates. I had much catching up to do! <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>Edited by: <A HREF=http://p199.ezboard.com/bmajiklmoonsrea ... y>ssplatty </A> at: 8/1/04 10:01 pm

Post by **majiklmoon** » Sun Aug 01, 2004 10:49 pm

Well this is long and rambling, and not making a lot of sense to me. I had so many good ideas, and their all just jumbled up in here. Hopefully, it will all come together soon 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 Twenty – One – We Come in Peace “This is so not good,” said Kyle. “Because if that’sChe’koth, and we’re not in the Granolith chamber, then it can only mean,” “Welcome home, Majesty,” said Che’koth, bowing down before Max. “I’m not home, and don’t call me that,” Max said, angrily. “Please, Maj – Max, this is not the time to argue,” said Che’koth. “It is dangerous for you to be seen here. We need to get you out of here. Follow me, if you please.” “Wait a second,” said Zan. “What just happened, where are we, and why are we trusting that guy?” “I’m not to clear on the what,” said Michael. “But I think we’re on Antar, and we’d trust Che’koth with our lives. In fact, we have before, and knowing our luck, we probably will again.” “General, we need to bring the Aberjani with us,” said Che’koth, pointing to the body lying on the floor. “Great,” Michael said under his breath. “Kyle, help me, will you?” “He killed her,” Kyle said, pointing at Zan. “Why can’t he help?” “Damn it Kyle, this is not the time for joking, or fighting, or a show of testosterone!” shouted Liz. “Didn’t you hear Che’koth, it isn’t safe for us here. Kyle grumbled under his breath, but passed his backpack to Ava, and grabbed the legs of the dead alien. Che’koth opened a door, and stepped silently out into a dark hallway. He made certain they were unobserved, then motioned for the others to follow them. He led them down a labyrinth of corridors, and then down several flights of stairs. The seemed to walk for hours before Che’koth stopped before a small doorway. He pushed the door open, and motioned for the others to go inside. Max walked in first with Liz, close behind on his heels. He stopped in shock to examine his surroundings. “What the hell is this place?” he whispered to Liz. He and Liz moved to the side, to make room for everybody else. When they were all in the small room, Che’koth closed the door. “What is this place?” Maria asked, spinning in a slow circle to look around. “This is one of the many repositories for artifacts of the Royal Family,” explained Che’koth. “No fooling,” said Alex. “And that explains the pictures of Max, and Isabel, but why the hell am I up there?” “It is customary for the King, and his cabinet to have formal portraits hung in the palace. Even though there has never been an official declaration, it is obvious that all of you comprise the cabinet of the King,” explained Che’koth. “Your images were retained by the Granolith, and they were used to create the portraits.” “First, I’m nobody’s king,” said Max, “And second, are telling me we’re in the Palace?” “And third,” interjected Zan. “Why is he considered the King, and not me?” “Power hungry, much,” whispered Kyle to Alex. “Forgive me,” said Che’koth. “This is going to take a long time to explain, and a longer time to understand. We need to dispose of the Aberjani, and take you to a secure position.” Che’koth pushed aside a large portrait of Max and Liz, and revealed a doorway behind it. He pushed it open, stepped inside, and beckoned for the others to follow him. “It won’t be much longer,” he said, softly. “Soon we will reach a safe haven, and I can begin to explain everything. Max nodded, and signaled Michael put down the body of the Aberjani. He hefted one end, and Alex stepped up and took the other end from Kyle. After what seemed like another several hours of walking, Che’koth led them into a large room, filled with cots. “It’s not what you’re used to,” he apologized, “But it’s the best we can do right now.” Max and Alex dumped the body they were carrying unceremoniously on the floor, and moved to stand next to their wives. “Let’s start with her,” said Max. “You called her Aberjani. Who, or what the hell is that?” “The Aberjani are Kivar’s trained assassins,” said Che’koth. He has been training them to seek you out, and kill you.” “Well, that’s singularly not reassuring,” said Kyle. “I’m assuming that she wasn’t the only one?” “There are not many, but they are deadly,” said Che’koth. “Please, everyone, sit, you must be tired. Food will be brought shortly.” “Where are we?” asked Max. “You are the headquarters of the resistance movement,” answered Che’koth. “When Kivar seized the Palace, we managed to wall off a portion of the Palace. We were able to remove many of the Royal Artifacts before he broke through our barriers. Among those was the Granolith. This enraged Kivar, he has spent much time, and money to develop a technology that would allow him to send his soldiers to hunt you down and destroy you.” “That’s really reassuring,” said Max. “And you’re just getting around to telling us this now?” “It didn’t seem to matter until he developed the technology. It just happened recently. I’ve been monitoring the Granolith, but none of you came there,” said Che’koth.” “However, I knew that if you were ever in danger, it was to the Granolith that you would return.” “That’s so reassuring!” snapped Liz. “And in the mean time, two of our friends are dead because of her,” she kicked the body of the Aberjani, contemptuously. “It pains me to hear of this, Your Majesty,” said Che’koth. “You must know I would do anything to change what has happened. But that cannot be done.” “Okay, we know what’s been stalking us,” said Michael. “Now what?” “Now, we fight,” said Max. “We take back our lives, again.” The mini summit ended for a short time when the food was brought in. Che’koth thanked the men and woman who brought in the trays and placed them on the table. Max took the first tentative bite, and sighed in ecstasy. “Oh, God, this is probably the best food I have ever tasted in my life,” he moaned. “I’m sorry Liz, you’re a great cook, but nothing, and I mean nothing has ever tasted like this.” Liz gave him a mock scowl and lifted her spoon to her lips. She chewed tentatively for several minutes then quickly spit the food out into her napkin. “That is disgusting,” she said. “I’ve never tasted anything so revolting in my life.” Che’koth let out a hearty laugh, and signaled to one of the men. “Can you bring another tray, please?” he instructed. “The one had you prepare specially. I’m sorry,” he said, still laughing softly. “Please forgive my small joke at your expense. This food,” he pointed to the trays on the table, “Is traditional Antarian fare. It is highly seasoned and is both sweet and spicy. They are bringing some food that you will find more palatable.” Isabel, Michael, Ava and Zan needed no further explanation. They reached for their spoons, and dug into the bowls of food, and ate heartily. Maria, Kyle and Alex tasted the Antarian food with trepidation, trying gamely to swallow it. “Oh, that is disgusting,” said Maria. “It’s not too bad,” said Kyle, struggling to swallow the mouthful of food. “Alex, couldn’t you mind warp us into thinking it’s a Will Smith burger or something?” “Relax,” said Che’koth. “Here is the other food. I believe you will find it far more suitable. It is as close to Earth food as we can make on Antar.” Alex made a face, but gamely took the first bite. “Hey, his isn’t too bad,” he said. “It kind of tastes like squash.” “Thank God,” said Maria, digging in. “I can always stand to lose a pound or two, but I wasn’t looking forward to total starvation.” “Now that everybody has something they can eat,” said Max with an engaging grin. I think we need to start planning our next move.” “Our next move?” Isabel asked, incredulously. “Max, we’ve just teleported or something, God knows how many light years away to our home planet. And we’ve found out that evil aliens are out there trying to kill us. What do you want us to do, walk out there making with the Vulcan live long and prosper sign and say we come in peace?” “Calm down Isabel, that’s exactly what I don’t want us to do. I’m guessing the less obvious we are, the better. Plus, since none of us speak Antarian, we’re kind of at a disadvantage right now.” “Max, if I may make a suggestion,” said Che’koth. “Before you do anything, it may be wise to first outfit you to look like Antarians. The language is not an issue; we have ways to work around that. However, your facial features will present a problem. Everyone on Antar knows what King Zan looks like. You will need to come up with some sort of disguise.” “Not a problem,” said Max. “Max, stop it!” shouted Liz. The room fell silent, and everybody stopped eating and stared at Liz. “Don’t you see what’s going on here? You’re not making plans, you’re reacting. We’re here, God knows how many millions of light years from home, and you’re ready to go out charging full steam ahead. Well, I’m saying no, not this time. We need to stop and take a step back, and look at the big picture before we start making any plans.” Max looked chagrined, while the others looked at the floor, or the ceiling in an effort not to look at the fighting couple. Finally Michael broke the thick silence. “Liz is right, Maxwell. You’re acting like me,” said Michael. “We need to figure out what’s going on, and who we’re up against. Let’s just take it one step at a time.” “You’re all forgetting one thing,” said Zan. “I didn’t sign on for any of this crap, and I don’t care about what’s happening on Antar. You people,” he glared at Che’koth,” “Sent us to Earth, and just left us there. You didn’t give a rat’s ass about us, what the hell makes you think I give a rat’s ass about you?” “Zan,” began Che’koth. “That’s another thing!” shouted Zan. “If he’s ‘Your Majesty,” why the hell aren’t I? We’re the same frigging person for Christ sake.” “It’s complicated,” said Che’koth, “But to put it simply, the Granolith chose Max, not you.” “That’s bullshit,” snapped Zan. “The freaking Granolith was here. It couldn’t ever choose me.” “If you were the one meant to be chosen, the Granolith never would have activated for Max. Zan, I know this all must be confusing for you,” continued Che’koth. Perhaps while we are assessing the current situation, some time could also be taken to explain the workings of the Granolith, and the reasons you were sent to Earth. “Yeah, whatever,” said Zan. “Look, this is getting us nowhere,” said Ava. “We need to finish eating, and start figuring out what we’re going to do next. Zan, you need to calm down. Like it or not, you’re in this with us. You killed that Aberjani thing. If you didn’t want to be a part of it, you would have let her kill us. I know you Zan, you’re a hell of a lot more noble than you let on, but you’re also a pain in the ass right now. Max may have the title of King, but he sure as hell doesn’t want it, and that alone makes him a king in my book. And you don’t see him lording it over anyone. He doesn’t think he’s any better than Michael, Kyle, Alex, or you for that matter. No sit down and shut up. And if you’re not going to help us, keep your mouth shut!” <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** » Sun Aug 01, 2004 11:07 pm

Chap 21 That wasn't rambly at all silly. Poor Zan. I hope he finds a purpose in all this - he deserves to be happy - that is, if he's a good guy. <img src=http://www.ezboard.com/images/emoticons/wink.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>

Anonymous · Post by **Anonymous** » Mon Aug 02, 2004 9:12 am

Okay, Max is really being a tad over zealous, isnt't he? Bu5 I suppose, all things considered, it's allowed, i mean, someone tried to kill them and whoosh, their all on a new planet. Liz was totally phenom, trying to get him to focus and act, and not react. Zan, I kind of feel sorry for him. He is the odd man out, that's for sure, but man, talk about a power trip. Ava rocked...putting him back in his place. And this was my favorite part <blockquote>Quote:<hr>“General, we need to bring the Aberjani with us,” said Che’koth, pointing to the body lying on the floor. “Great,” Michael said under his breath. “Kyle, help me, will you?” “He killed her,” Kyle said, pointing at Zan. “Why can’t he help?” “Damn it Kyle, this is not the time for joking, or fighting, or a show of testosterone!” shouted Liz. “Didn’t you hear Che’koth, it isn’t safe for us here<hr></blockquote> Kyle is too funny. Keep up the great job, this fic rocks...the people who aren't reading it don't know what they are missing!

Roswell Aliens · Post by **Roswell Aliens** » Mon Aug 02, 2004 3:19 pm

The interactions were great, I am loving this story, Good job.<img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/thumpup.gif ALT=":thumbsup"> <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/clap.gif ALT=":clap"> <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/clap.gif ALT=":clap">

Anonymous · Post by **Anonymous** » Tue Aug 03, 2004 5:12 pm

Wow, Tracie! You're posting up a storm! This is coming along so fabulously! But I have to say I'm very suspicious of Zan! I mean, he did mind warp Jim and he does seem different. I just hope, for Ava's sake, he isn't evil. Come back with more soon! I'm on an edge here! <div style="text-align:center"><img src="http://img75.photobucket.com/albums/v22 ... Magic4.gif" style="border:0;"/></div>

Post by **majiklmoon** » Tue Aug 03, 2004 9:44 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 Twenty – Two – Settling Down and Settling In They ate silently, and moved to the cots to try and get some rest. Both Liz and Ava’s outbursts shook everyone. It was rare to see either one of them react in such a manner. Usually they were the ones to react calmly to any given situation. Liz was unable to sleep. She sat up, and swung her legs over the side of the cot and stood up. She waited for a moment until her eyes adjusted to the dim lighting, then made her way over to Che’koth. She tapped him lightly on the shoulder and he jumped up. “What is wrong. Are there intruders?” he whispered. “No,” said Liz. “I need to speak with you.” Che’koth stood, and led Liz across the room and though a small door into a private chamber. He pointed to one of the chairs, and waited until Liz took her seat before he sat down himself. “Yes, Majesty, what troubles you?” he asked. “A lot of things,” said Liz. “Che’koth, we don’t belong here. This isn’t our battle. I never wanted to come to Antar. There was a reason why Max and I never went back to the Granolith you know.” “Yes, I do know,” answered Che’koth. “To go to the place where you lost your child would cause you too much pain. You have been in pain for a long time now, haven’t you Liz?” asked Che’koth dropping the formal title. “No, not for a long time. It’s only been recently that I’ve started to not hurt so much,” she answered. “And when you entered the Granolith, did it hurt?” “No, I didn’t really have time to think about it because everything happened so fast.” “And what does that tell you?” asked Che’koth. “Maybe that I should face my pain, or that I should keep busy with something else instead of dwelling on it? But Che’koth, wouldn’t that just be avoiding the issue and not dealing with it?” “I think, you’ve come to terms with what has happened Liz. Now it is time for you to move on. And while I understand that you don’t wish to be here, perhaps this is what you need. Something to focus on. Something other than the pain that consumed you.” “Are you telling me I’ve been wallowing?” asked Liz, the surprise apparent on he face. “I’ve gotten on with my life. I graduated high school, and left for college. I have not been wallowing.” “You misunderstand me Liz. Yes, you have done these things,” said Che’koth. He sighed, stood up, and paced around the small room. “How can I make you understand? These things that you have done, did they present a challenge to you? Did you have to fight and struggle to achieve them, or did they come to you with ease.” “I think I get it,” said Liz, settling into her chair. “I’ve kind of been coasting along, with no real effort involved. But Che’koth, this? I know Max, he’s not going to be happy just getting rid of those assassins. He won’t be satisfied until Kivar is destroyed.” “He speaks of this to you?” asked Che’koth in surprise. “No, it’s because he doesn’t speak of it, but he does dream of it. His sleep is punctuated by dreams of Kivar’s reign on Antar. I don’t know if he’s remembering his life as Zan, or he’s Max, but he frequently dreams, no, has nightmares about the tyranny of Kivar’s rule, and that it’s his fault.” “I can see that Max will need a history lesson or two, along with Zan,” said Che’koth. “He worries me, Liz. He is hot headed, much like King Zan was when he was younger. Max is far more even tempered.” “He hasn’t had a wonderful life, Che’koth,” said Liz. “His sister and his best friend tried to kill him, and he thought the only person he could ever really trust decided to join them. I’m not excusing his behavior, but it does explain it.” “Yes, but we’re not here to discuss him, or even Max, we’re here to discus you, young queen. Do you wish to be sent back?” Liz thought about returning home, and leaving her friends on Antar. Try as she might, she couldn’t see herself alone on Earth, while her friends were here, fighting. “No, Che’koth, I can’t do that, but you already knew that, didn’t you.” Che’koth smiled slightly, and Liz kept speaking. “But, I’d like you to make the same offer to everyone, including Zan. They all deserve to make this choice. And, if everybody chooses to stay, I want you to send somebody back to Roswell. They need to find Kyle’s dad and tell him what’s going on. He can tell our parents.” “Agreed,” said Che’koth. He was pleased with the decisions Liz had made. He could understand her sadness and loss. He had known such sadness and loss in his own life, and he knew the benefits of an all consuming task to help reduce the sadness. “Remind me, Liz to introduce you to a very dear friend of mine. She lost not one, but two children when they were quite young, and went through a period of incredible sadness much like you did.” “Did she ever get over it?” Liz asked. “You never ‘get over it,’ Liz. But as time goes by, the pain does lessen, and you go on living. We can’t live in the past, we must think of the Tomorrows yet to come,” answered Che’koth. A soft knock on the door interrupted him. Che’koth jumped up and stood in front of Liz, his had raised protectively. He reached out with his other hand and opened the door cautiously. “Max, it’s you,” he said with relief. “Please, join us.” He stepped aside to allow Max passage into the chamber. Max walked into the room and looked around. The walls were covered in a dark wood, and a carpet of dark red covered the floor. Liz sat on a chair covered in a dark blue material, her face a white mask. “Liz, what’s wrong?” he asked, his face worried. “Nothing, I’m fine, it’s just the way Che’koth stepped in front of me like that. I had forgotten for a second about assassins and all of that.” “I got worried,” said Max. I saw you leave, but you never came back. But since everything is okay I’ll leave you two to finish whatever you were talking about.” “No, Max, stay,” Liz said, quickly jumping up. “Stay, please. I want to talk to you about something. I had an idea earlier. I was just about to tell Che’koth about it.” “Sure, Liz, what’s up?” Max asked. He sat on the arm of the chair his wife was ensconced in and smiled at her. “Well, first, I had just suggested to Che’koth that he send somebody back to let Jim know what’s going on. He can tell our parents. They need to be aware of the dangers,” said Liz. “That makes sense,” said Max. “Did you want to go back? I mean, did you really want to be on Antar? We should check with the others too,” Max continued. “Anyone that doesn’t want to be here should get sent back. They don’t need to stay and fight this war.” “I said the same thing to Che’koth,” said Liz. “It is always beneficial when our ruling heads are of like mind,” said Che’koth. “I’m not your ruling head,” said Max and Liz together. They both laughed, and Liz felt more of the sadness that had filled her soul drain away. “Okay, here’s what I was thinking,” she said. “We can’t do anything until we become familiar with the culture and the language here. Basically, what we need is a crash course. You know like Antar 101 or something.” “Intro to Antar 101?” said Che’koth, clearly puzzled. “Some times, Your Majesty, your Earth references allude me.” “My name is Liz. Damn it Che’koth, I’m going to make Max bestow some totally stupid royal title on you and call you by it for the rest of your life.” Max smiled, relieved to see his way so cheerful and playful, he was so focused on her smile and her laughter, that he missed the beginning of her explanation to Che’koth. “And so in our academic system, classes that introduce students to a subject are usually called Intro courses. Make sense?” “Yes, your Majesty,” said Che’koth. “Please continue.” “Certainly, your Royal Keeper of the garbage dump. Nah, I don’t like that one. But don’t worry, I’ll find the perfect title for you. So, anyhow, I was thinking, we need a crash course in Antar, and we need a purpose, a reason for being here. Jobs or something.” “Right,” said Max, picking up the thread of the conversation. We can’t just all of a sudden show up and hang around all the time, can we? We need to be doing something.” “I believe I can help on both counts,” said Che’koth. “All of you are of the age when young Antarians enter the Training Academy, and begin to study for their chosen paths. We can create false identities for you, and implant you in the Training Academy.” “But what about the language and culture issues?” asked Liz. “There is no way we can fake all of that.” “You may not have to,” said Che’koth. “Our technology will allow us to implant the knowledge you need, if you are willing to undergo the procedure.” “How dangerous is it?” asked Max. “I don’t want Liz put in any jeopardy.” “It’s extremely safe,” said Che’koth. “It utilizes a procedure similar to what you call mind warping.” “We can tell the others in the morning and see what they think,” said Max. “This has to be a strictly voluntary operation.” “What sort of careers would we train in?” asked Liz. “Well, the Training Academy only accepts the elite students from the gretkla’s,” said Che’koth. “Gretkla’s are similar to your high schools. Students entering the Training Academy may study medicines, science, diplomacy, technology, and of course there is the branch that trains our soldiers.” “I’d love to study science,” said Liz. “And I bet you anything, Alex would love the technology, if he stays that is.” “I bet Michael and Kyle would want to go do the warrior thing,” said Max. “And so would I for that matter.” “That leaves Ava, Isabel, Maria, and Zan,” said Liz. “What about them?” “We can’t decide for anyone,” said Max. “Now I have a suggestion of my own to make. Why don’t we grab a few more hours sleep, and we can discuss this later with everyone.” Max stood, and held out his hand to Liz. He helped her up, and walked to the door with her, hand in hand. Che’koth opened the door and stepped out into the hall to make certain it was secure. As the walked passed him, Liz smiled and whispered a soft thank you to him. <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** » Tue Aug 03, 2004 10:42 pm

Oh my God! Majik...just WOW. That part was like majorly intense. I love the interaction between Chekoth and Liz. He's like such a father figure to all of them. <div style="text-align:center">It's all about Roswell!</div>

Post by **Ti88** » Wed Aug 04, 2004 12:01 am

great great great. good night. The Techie Connection Roselle "'Cause frankly, looking at you looking like me is kinda whacked.'" - Michael from Son of M&M by kLyn "If we don't change, we don't grow. If we don't grow, we aren't really living." -Gail Sheehy <center><img src="http://false-illusions.net/oblivious/gr ... r>Which Roswell Girl Are You? Find out @ <a href="http://false-illusions.net/oblivious" target=new>Oblivious</a></center>

Anonymous · Post by **Anonymous** » Wed Aug 04, 2004 8:40 am

oh, Training Academy - that sounds interesting...it will give them a chance to infiltrate, and maybe gather some information. I'm not liking this process to give them antarian memories though...sounds kinda not great. I hope nothing goes wrong.

Post by **splatty** » Wed Aug 04, 2004 9:54 am

<img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/clap.gif ALT=":clap"> <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/clap.gif ALT=":clap"> Tomorrows yet to come - I hope this little battle will allow Liz to recuperate. <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/clap.gif ALT=":clap"> But dumb question, if this story is about the Tomorrows yet to come as in plural for Tomorrow . . then we don't need that apostrophe in the title, right? <img src=http://www.ezboard.com/images/emoticons/wink.gif ALT=";)"> I like the idea of mind warping to get the kids caught up to speed. It makes so much sense and shows that mindwarping is good for something. Everything can't be all evil, can it? But I guess I hope that nothing goes wrong with it either. <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/eek.gif ALT=":eek"> Tracie, this story is totally rocking. <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 Aug 04, 2004 9:59 am

well, i'll tell you, when i first started, I didn't have the apostrophe, but :angel suggested that it belonged there, and who am i to argue with the lady with the boots of power <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/lol.gif ALT=":lol"> <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 Aug 04, 2004 11:07 am

well, i guess it all depends upon your meaning. tomorrow is yet to come . . use apostrophe tomorrows yet to come as in there are many more tomorrows to come . . no apostrophe. someone needs to confiscate those boots of power. <img src=http://www.ezboard.com/images/emoticons/wink.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 Aug 04, 2004 11:09 am

well dang it has to stay, i made a banner already <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/lol.gif ALT=":lol"> <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** » Wed Aug 04, 2004 11:32 am

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 Twenty – Three – School’s in Session “You mean we have to go back to school?” Kyle asked incredulously. “I thought I was finished with the halls of higher learning. At least for the time being. And besides, there is no way any of these credits are going to transfer back to Earth, are they?” “You are such a dork, Valenti,” said Maria. “At least they have something you may be interested in studying. Learning to be a soldier boy can’t be all that different from playing football.” The others watched in mild amusement as Maria and Kyle bickered amicably back and forth. After Liz and Max had put forth their proposition, all of them, including Zan, were in favor of staying on Antar. Che’koth left to make arrangements to have someone transport down to Earth and make the Sheriff aware of their situation. He returned while Kyle tried, and failed, to explain to Maria that football was nothing at all like learning to be a soldier. “Have you all decided upon your course of study?” inquired Che’koth as he sat at what the group had begun to call their war table. “Science for me,” said Liz. “Diplomacy,” said Isabel and Zan at the same time. Kyle snorted his disbelief, and Zan glared at him. “What?” he asked. “Do you have a problem with that?” “No, actually, I was laughing at the thought of the Christmas Nazi learning how to be a diplomat,” said Kyle. “Remind me to tell you all about Isabel and her obsession with the holidays sometime.” “Thank you,” Ava whispered to Kyle. She squeezed his hand under the table and smiled at him. “I have no idea of what to study,” she admitted to the table. “Can I take a pass, and keep thinking?” “Me too,” said Maria. “I’m kind of clueless. Shut up, Kyle,” she added, looking at Kyle who had his mouth opened to make a sarcastic comment. “Well, I’m up for technology,” said Alex. “You sure called that one, Parker.” “Like it was so hard, Whitman,” she teased back. “You are such a techno geek have now, and always will be. Why would I expect that to change just because you’re in another solar system?” “Michael, what have you decided?” asked Max. “Warrior,” said Michael. “All things considered, it’s not like I really have a choice.” “I’m torn,” said Max. “I wouldn’t mind the warrior training, but I really enjoy the thought of the diplomacy training.” “If I may intervene,” said Che’koth. “You can combine two courses of study. It’s a new program that the Training Academy instituted this year.” “Cool, sign me up,” said Max and Zan, simultaneously. “Unless you don’t think I should,” continued Zan. “No, I think it’s a good idea,” said Max. “It stands to reason that we both have some of the same interests. “Great, that’s settled,” said Ava, but I still don’t have a clue about what I want to study.” “Me either,” said Maria. “I only passed science because Liz is my best friend, and the only technology I’ve ever mastered is the cell phone. That leaves diplomacy, medicine or the soldier thing, and may I just say, no way!” “Again, I think I can help,” offered Che’koth. “I made some inquiries at the Training Academy, and along with the dual course of study, they have offered a new course of study. It’s affiliated with the medicine course, but it focuses on natural remedies. Many centuries ago, our healers worked in tandem with nature. They used their healing gifts when necessary, but felt that whenever possible, it was best to use the gifts that nature gave us whenever possible. Does this sound like something that may interest either of you?” “Yes!” shouted Maria. “I’m all for it. Ava, what about you? Come on, be my study buddy, will ya?” “It might be interesting,” said Ava. “Okay, sure, I’ll do it.” They sat around the war table, discussing the various courses of study, and looking at the information that Che’koth had brought with him. It was in Antarian, and none of them could read any of it, except for Alex who had picked up the rudiments of the written language when he was decoding the destiny book. “If you are ready,” said Che’koth. “We should begin the implant process. “You will need some time to assimilate all the knowledge you will gain.” “This isn’t like going to erase the stuff we already know, is it?” asked Maria. “Cause I need to tell you, I worked damn hard learning my multiplication tables when I was in second grade, and I just don’t want to give that up.” “No,” said Che’koth. “You will simply be gaining new knowledge. The only difference is you will get a lifetime worth of information at one time. It will be a lot to process, and you may have a headache for a short time, but it will pass.” “Where is it going to be done?” asked Max. “Can it be done here, or will we need to go elsewhere?” “It is but a short journey,” said Che’koth. “We need to go to a room adjacent to the one in which you arrived. That area is our science and technology area. We will go there, and the procedure will be completed.” “I’m going first,” said Max. “If anything, and I mean anything goes wrong,” he said, looking at all the others. “Do not have the process done. Is that clear?” “Excuse me, Mr. I’m not the King, but where the hell do you get off giving us orders?” demanded Isabel. “Don’t think of it as an order, think of it as common sense, Isabel.” Isabel glared at her brother, but didn’t argue with him. They set off, with Che’koth in the lead, making their way back to the area in which they had arrived. Max leaned back on the metal table, and willed his body to relax. He didn’t want to tell anybody, but he was scared. He was more scared then he had ever been in his life. In fact terrified was a more accurate description of the emotion he was feeling right about now. “Ready, Max?” Che’koth asked. Max lifted his head off of the table and looked at his Antarian friend. Che’koth stood in front of a small control panel, his hand poised over one of the buttons. “As I’ll ever be, I guess,” he replied. He gave an inaudible gulp, and laid his head back on the table and waited. The metal band that Che’koth had fit around his head began to vibrate. Images assaulted his mind, but it wasn’t entirely unpleasant. His mind began to feel cluttered, the way Liz used to say her head felt after a marathon study session – before her powers kicked in that is. There was one last surge, and Max felt his body arch up off of the table, and slam back down. Che’koth came over and removed the band around his head and helped him to sit up. “Majesty, are you alright?” Che’koth asked in Antarian. “Don’t call me that,” Max answered, also in Antarian. “Holy shit!” he said in English. “It worked!” He jumped up off the table, and crashed immediately into a heap on the floor. Che’koth rushed over to him, and Michael and Liz pushed open the door from the viewing chamber where they sat, and ran to his side. “Maxwell, are you okay?” Michael asked. “Yeah, I’m fine,” said Max with a small groan. “It was kind of like a major head rush, that’s all.” “Did it work Max?” Liz asked, kneeling down next to him. “Yeah, it did,” he answered her in Antarian. “Now, help me up, I need to go sit down somewhere quiet. There is a ton of stuff in my mind to go over.” Michael helped Max back to their sleeping quarters, and returned to find that Liz had taken Max’s place on the table. He slipped into the chamber next to Che’koth and whispered angrily to him. “Why did you let her go next? If anything happens to her, Max would fall apart. I should have gone next, just to make sure there weren’t going to be any other problems.” Che’koth laughed softly and looked at Michael. “How like Rath you are, my young friend. And those two,” he nodded towards Liz on the table. “They keep claiming that they are not the King and his Queen, but two more honorable and loyal people I have yet to meet. Max insisted he go first to make sure it was safe, and Liz insisted that she be next. She said that if there was any danger to humans, then it should happen to her, and not her friends. And you, Michael, angry that you didn’t get to go first to protect your friend and king. Blashnia, you are all the true and real rulers of Antar, if only you would open your eyes, and your heart and see it.” One by one, they all underwent the procedure that implanted in their minds, everything they would need to survive on Antar. Ava was the last to undergo the procedure, and Che’koth carried her in his arms back to their sleeping quarters. He laid her gently on the bed and covered her with a light blanket, and then cast an eye over the rest of the podsters. None of them seemed to suffer any adverse effects from the implants. He looked over as first Max, and then Liz began to stir. The both sat up, and swung their legs over the edge of their cots. Liz rubbed her head and smiled wanly. “I feel like I have the worlds biggest hangover,” she said, in Antarian. “But this is incredible, I’m speaking Antarian, and I know everything. It’s a weird feeling.” “I know,” Max replied, also in Antarian. “It’s weird, but really cool, too. Che’koth has told us about some of our history, but now, it’s all right here, in my mind. The stories, the legends, everything; it’s amazing.” Liz leaned against the pillow on her cot, and allowed her mind to roam through the vast stores of knowledge she recently acquired. It wasn’t like things she had learned on Earth. Those were facts, stored in her mind. What she could see in her mind now were the images and memories of the Antarians who lived before her. She could feel the anguish of those who fought against Kivar. If she looked further back, she could see the original settlers who came to Antar. She felt their fear as they raced to escape the natural disaster that destroyed their home. She saw their ships being launched into the sky, and the water covering their homes. She watched as the ships flew higher and higher into the sky. Suddenly, she found herself in one of the ships, watching as the world retreated; a world that looked strangely familiar. She searched through her mind to find the name for the land that they had fled from, and to translate it to English. Shock ripped through her body as she made the connection. “Max,” she whispered, this time in English. “You came from Earth originally. Your people did anyhow. They came from Atlantis.” <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 Aug 04, 2004 11:42 am

<blockquote>Quote:<hr>“Diplomacy,” said Isabel and Zan at the same time. Kyle snorted his disbelief, and Zan glared at him. “What?” he asked. “Do you have a problem with that?” “No, actually, I was laughing at the thought of the Christmas Nazi learning how to be a diplomat,” said Kyle. “Remind me to tell you all about Isabel and her obsession with the holidays sometime.<hr></blockquote> snort giggle chuckle <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/lol.gif ALT=":lol"> <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/lol.gif ALT=":lol"> <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/lol.gif ALT=":lol"> that was funny. So, Antaraians come from Atlantis? I dont' know if I'm buying that theory, but then again, what the heck, they had to come from somewhere <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/lol.gif ALT=":lol"> oh, and I loved Chekoth's musings about how they really are royal, and should be ruling antar...very nice <div style="text-align:center">It's all about Roswell!</div>

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