Quietly into the Night ~ CC ~COMPLETED 7/31/02

Post by **majiklmoon** » Fri Jun 07, 2002 3:32 pm

Part 24

An exhausted Liz pulled the car into the almost deserted Disney Land parking lot. It was several hours before sunrise, and the park wouldn’t open for another several hours. Kyle and Maria were asleep in the backseat. Liz had woken Maria up every hour on the hour for the past 6 hours to make sure there were no lingering effects from the explosion. Liz grabbed a soda, and opened the last bag of chips, and settled in to wait. She was exhausted, but she wasn’t going to doze off and leave the others undefended.

“I wish I had gotten the alien ability to not need a lot of sleep,” she said through a muffled yawn. She rested her head against the window and tried to chew as quietly as possible. The salty taste of the chips burnt her tongue slightly, and she washed the taste away with a sip of soda. As she drank her soda, she became aware of an approaching vehicle. She quickly put the soda and chips down, and put her hand on the ignition. As the vehicle drew closer, she saw a motorcycle that looked slightly familiar. The driver circled the parking lot several times, getting a little closer with each pass. Liz opened the car door and stepped out, with one arm raised. The rider stopped the bike and pulled off his helmet.

“Liz? It’s me,” Michael called out.

Liz lowers her arm and crosses the parking lot smiling.

“Will you keep it down Michael, they’re asleep in there,” Liz cautioned, softly

“Yeah, well you should be to. Jesus, you look like hell Parker,” countered Michael, his voice mirroring the concern she saw in his eyes

“Well, I wasn’t going to leave us unprotected,” she replied simply. “And it’s Parker-Evans, and don’t you forget it!”

Once again, Michael was astounded at the lengths the woman in front of him would take to protect those she loved. He shook his head, marveling at her internal strength before he pulled her into his arms for a hug.

“Well, I’m not tired, so why don’t you get in the car, and I’ll sit watch for a while,” he said, releasing her from his grasp.

“I won’t say no to that. Do you want something to drink, I have a cherry coke in the car, and I bet you I can find a bottle of Tabasco sauce somewhere in there too,” said Liz, struggling not to yawn

“Well, I won’t say no to something to drink. How’s Maria doing Liz? Is she ok, really?” asked Michael.

“She’s fine Michael. I woke her up every hour on our way down here, and she could do the name, age, president thing, so I figured she was all set,” explained Liz. “Actually, she did screw up the president thing, but I just chalked that up to a complete and total lack of interest in current events. She’s been asleep for about 3 hours now. Kyle did most of the driving, and he’s wiped out, so I let him sleep as well.”

Michael climbed in behind the steering wheel, while Liz slid in on the passenger side. Liz dozed intermittently, but she wasn’t able to relax enough to get any real sleep. Finally, she gave up and grabbed the chips out of Michael’s hands and began to munch nervously.

“Are you going to give me back my Ruffles?” asked Michael in a dangerous voice, “Or do I have to blow you up?”

“Do your worst you alien freak,” she laughed. “I can blow you up right back.”

“Oh yeah,” Michael said, in defeat. “Well, will you at least share the chips then?”

Liz passed him the bag, and they ate in silence for a while. Finally, Michael turned to Liz.

“Ok, spill it Liz. What’s eating you?”

“I’m sick of this whole thing Michael. None of us have had a chance for a normal life, and look at poor Isabelle. The one person she is supposed to be able to trust with her life is looking like he is her biggest enemy. None of us should have to put up with that, and I decided that I’m not going to anymore. I’m sick of running.”

“So what are you going to do, give up and turn yourself in?” questioned the man next to her.

“No, I’m taking back my life. I’m going back to Roswell.”

“Liz, you are nuts, come on, think this through, you can’t.”

“She means it Guerin,” said a weary voice from the back seat. “She’s determined to ‘take back the night,’ or whatever and get herself killed in the process.”

Kyle sat up, careful not to disturb Maria, who was still sleeping deeply.

“God, she sure can hog up all the available space,” he said stretching. “You have my sympathies,” Kyle added, nodding at Michael.

“Thanks, just don’t ever let Maria hear you say that,” said Michael.

“I heard, I heard, Jesus, how is anybody supposed to get any sleep around here?” grouses Maria as she sits up. “Come here Space Boy and give me a hug,” she added, leaning over Kyle to get to Michael.

“Geez Maria, watch out will you,” said Kyle as he puts his hands over his crotch reflexively. “There may come a day when I actually need that you know.”

“Look,” said Liz. “I bet we’re all hungry, and the park doesn’t open for 3 more hours. So, unless one of you knows some trick to stretch half a bag of chips, and half a soda,” she paused as she sniffed the can, “loaded with Tabasco sauce between the four of us, I think we should go get some food.”

The other three agreed with Liz, and Michael started the car and pulled out of the parking lot.

Anonymous · Post by **Anonymous** » Fri Jun 07, 2002 4:56 pm

<img src=http://www.theunholytrinity.org/cracks_ ... xhello.gif ALT=":clap"> Just caught up  Tracie and WOW!!! <img src=http://www.ezboard.com/intl/aenglish/im ... s/wink.gif ALT=";)"> :heart the whole thing with Madam Viv how cool was that........and Michael and Liz threatening to blow each other up over a bag of crisps!!! <img src=http://www.theunholytrinity.org/cracks_ ... laughA.gif ALT=":lol"> <img src=http://www.theunholytrinity.org/cracks_ ... laughA.gif ALT=":lol"> <img src=http://www.theunholytrinity.org/cracks_ ... laughA.gif ALT=":lol"> MORE PLEASE!!! <img src=http://www.theunholytrinity.org/cracks_ ... iggrin.gif ALT=":grin"> <center>******************************</center><center>THE UK 'ORBIT' HAS LANDED!!!<img src=http://www.data-techniques.net/cwm/otn/ ... r>ZARA ISABEL MARCH 8TH 2002</center><center>ZAN IS DA MAN<center>Hoo= PIC!!Blue= Cyber Mum</center><center>If evolution works, why do mums only have two hands???</center>

Anonymous · Post by **Anonymous** » Fri Jun 07, 2002 8:03 pm

Wohoo. Four together. two to go. And I can't wait to find out just what creepoid jessie's been up to. I know he hasn't given up yet. Keep the parts coming. <img src=http://www.ezboard.com/intl/aenglish/im ... /smile.gif ALT=":)">

Post by **LMiC2001** » Sat Jun 08, 2002 10:46 pm

<blockquote>Quote:<hr> “There may come a day when I actually need that you know.” <hr></blockquote> <img src=http://www.theunholytrinity.org/cracks_ ... laughA.gif ALT=":lol"> <img src=http://www.ezboard.com/intl/aenglish/im ... s/roll.gif ALT=":rollin"> <img src=http://www.theunholytrinity.org/cracks_ ... laughA.gif ALT=":lol"> TRACIE! TRACIE! TRACIE! THE COOLEST SUPERMOM/ORB! Two wrongs don't make a right, but three lefts do! ZAN IS DA MAN! ***Very Shameless Plugs*** <a http://pub79.ezboard.com/borbsters>The ORBSters</a>, Majik's World of Fan Fic, & Muses and Bunnies

Anonymous · Post by **Anonymous** » Sun Jun 09, 2002 12:21 am

How Cool <img src=http://www.theunholytrinity.org/cracks_ ... xhello.gif ALT=":clap"> I wonder what plan Liz has got to 'take back' her life??? What could she possibly do? Can't wait to find out <img src=http://www.theunholytrinity.org/cracks_ ... iggrin.gif ALT=":grin"> Oh, and absolutely  loved the tarot card reading a coupla parts back <img src=http://www.theunholytrinity.org/cracks_ ... humpup.gif ALT=":thumbsup"> - wonder how the author knew so much about the subject? (Col plays dumb) <img src=http://www.theunholytrinity.org/cracks_ ... leyes1.gif ALT=":rolleyes"> More please <img src=http://www.ezboard.com/intl/aenglish/im ... /smile.gif ALT=":)"> -Col. <center>Malee's Sidekick aka Colonel Threadkiller <img src=http://photo.msn.s8.com/MS8zLzAvMS8xMDg ... > "Open up my Head and Let me Out!" - DMB <img src=http://w3f.com/gifs/flag/usa/hr.gif> May ROSWELL Live Forever in Fan Fic!!! AtO is so cool, she makes anything look easy!</center>

Post by **majiklmoon** » Mon Jun 10, 2002 11:38 am

Part 25

“Hey Space Boy, pull in over there, that place looks pretty good,” said Maria from the passenger seat.

“Maria, it’s a dive, a hole in the wall,” snapped Michael.

“Exactly, those are the places with the best food, now pull in.”

Michael obligingly pulled into an empty parking space, and the four exited the car and surveyed the scene before they entered the diner.

“It looks ok to me,” said Kyle.

“You’re hungry Kyle, anything would look good to you right about now,” laughed Liz.

“Look, if we’re gonna eat, lets do it. This place is too much like Mayberry for me,” said Michael.

Liz opened the door to the diner, and looked around. The place seemed to be doing a booming business, except for the fact that there was nobody working. They walked across the sun filled room toward thee man working the register.

“Hi, can we have a table for 4 please?” she asked the elderly man.

“’Jes grab a seat anywhere,” he said motioning with his hand. “Don’t know how long it will be though, my grill man didn’t show up today, and my waitress jest up and quit this morning. Said the work was too hard. You youngsters today don’t know what hard work is. Me an Nellie been running this diner every day for the past fifty years.”

Liz looks at the others, an idea forming in her mind. She looks at the man behind the register. “Where’s Nellie today?” she asked softly.

“Why, she’d be working right now, if the doctor didn’t tell her to stay in bed. She’s been feeling a bit tired lately.”

“Well, I’ll tell you what, Mr.,?” she paused questioningly.

“Zeke, Zeke Mosley,” said the man.

“Well Mr. Mosley, today is your lucky day,” Liz said grabbing two aprons and order pads from behind the counter. She passed one to Maria, and the two girls started taking orders.

Michael sighed, and headed out to the grill and grabbed a spatula. Kyle looked around helplessly, unsure of how he could help.

“Don’t just stand there like a statue Buddha Boy,” snapped Maria as she walked past him on her way to the pick up window. “These table won’t bus themselves.”

“Hm, what? Oh yeah, right,” he said. He looked under the counter and grabbed a tray and started to clear tables.

As the morning progressed, the crowded restaurant started to quiet down, and the kids took the opportunity to sit at the counter and eat while they talked with Mr. Mosley. As they ate, he regaled them stories about the diner, and his beloved Nellie.

“So, what exactly did the doctors say Zeke?” asked Liz

“Well, they say it’s cancer, but I don’t believe ‘em. My Nellie is too strong a woman to be taken down by any disease. What do those doctors know anyhow? Nellie’s going to be just fine. She has to be,” he added brokenly.

Listening to the story, Kyle was touched by how much love this man beside him had for his wife. He jumped up off of the stool and turned to the others. “I’ll be right back,” he said, before walking out of the restaurant.

“So, tell me, why would a bunch of kids like you wanna help an old man like me?” asked Zeke.

“We like to help people,” said Liz with a smile. “Unfortunately, we can’t stay, in fact, we’ll need to be on our way shortly. Are you going to be able to manage ok without us?”

“Yep, my daughter and her husband offered to help, but they were out of town when Nellie took sick. When I told them what happened, they offered to cut their trip short, but I wouldn’t hear of it. But they should be here tomorrow.”

Liz was about to respond, when the screen door of the diner opened and slammed shut. Kyle ran back into the restaurant, a look of panic on his face.

“Our company is here again,” he whispered to the others.

“Damn it, how do they keep finding us?” demanded Michael as they prepared to exit out the back of the restaurant.

“You kids in trouble?” asked Zeke

“Um, kind of,” answered Maria.

“Did you do anything wrong?”

“No, not really,” said Liz. “It’s kind of complicated, but we didn’t do anything, I promise.”

“You jest set yourselves right back down, and don’t worry about anything then.”

Michael looked out the screen door, and recognized the two FBI agents he saw outside his bike shop walking into a store across the street. A young couple walked up to the restaurant and waited for Michael to move so they could enter. Michael pushed the door open and stepped back so they could come inside. The young woman entered first. She had long flowing black hair, which she wore in a casual windswept style. As she passed the others, she looked at Kyle and winked.

They take a seat, and Liz walked over to take their order. “May I help you?” she asked.

“We’ll have two cokes, and order of fries, and a bottle of Tabasco sauce,” the blond man answered.

Liz quickly covered her mouth with her hand to contain the scream that wants to burst out.

“How did you know we are here? Wait, you have to leave, the FBI is in town. They’ve been trailing us some how,” she whispered, trying to tamp down the panic she felt.

“We know they’re here, Liz, don’t worry. I’m never going to be separated from you again,” said Max.

“How did you find us?” she asked

“Kyle let us know you were here,” said Isabelle. “We were just turning down the street when he let us know about the FBI agents. We actually stayed in a hotel just around the corner from here,” she added. “And he’s right,” she nodded at Max. “We can’t get split up again. We need to stick together.”

“Come over to the counter, I want you both to meet someone,” she said. The three crossed the sunny room and went over to the counter. Max and Isabelle sat down, and Liz introduced them to Zeke.

“Hey Zeke,” she said softly. “I was kind of thinking, you haven’t been over to see Nellie all day. Why don’t you let our friends, Steve and Barbie here drive you over to take a peek and make sure she’s ok.”

Isabelle shot Liz a look that clearly said she was going to take care of her later for the Barbie thing.

“Please, won’t you Zeke? We would really like to meet her, and maybe there’s something we can do to help,” said Max.

Zeke looked cautiously at them. He was beginning to wonder if letting these kids help him was a good idea.

“Zeke, remember what I said about wanting to help?” Liz asked. “Well, please, that’s all we want to do, I promise.”

Zeke didn’t know why, but something about these kids made him want to trust them. He haltingly agreed to their plan. “But we ain’t gotta drive none, it’s just across the back alley.”

Maria and Michael quickly packed up some food for Nellie, and Max carried the bundle as they walked across the alley to the small house. Zeke entered first, and held the door, waiting for the others to join him inside.

“Nellie’s sleeping in there,” he said, pointing to a closed door off of the small living room.

Looking around, Isabelle saw that the small home was immaculate. She took the package of food from Max and turned to Zeke.

“Why don’t you take me to the kitchen, and we’ll get a tray fixed up for Nellie,” she said.

As the two walked to the kitchen, Isabelle thought about the relationship the elderly couple seemed to have. That’s how it’s supposed to be, she muses to herself. Loving each other for all time, not turning traitor at the first sign of trouble.

“Now tell me Zeke, does Nellie have any dishes she saves for special occasions?”

“Yep, we have us a nice set of china,” he said proudly. “Got it for her as a wedding present. But what would you want that for? We only use it on special occasions.”

“Well Zeke, I like to think that every day is a special occasion, and some days are even more special than others. Maybe today will be one of those days,” Isabelle said with a smile.

Isabelle quickly fixed a tray, and picked it up just as Max walked into the kitchen.

“Everything ok Steve?” she asked.

“Everything is perfect, just perfect,” Max said flashing a Tom Cruise grin.

“Zeke, why don’t you bring this into Nellie, and we’ll just head back to the diner,” said Isabelle. She leaned over and placed a kiss on his cheek and grabbed Max by the arm.

“Come on Steve, let’s give them some privacy,” she ordered.

“Sure thing Barbie, whatever you say,” he said, placing heavy emphasis on the name. “You lead, I’ll follow. It’s easier that way.”

“I’m glad you finally realized it,” said Isabelle, leading him outside. As soon as the exited the small home, Isabelle turned to Max.

“Great, so now we’re going to have some 70 year old woman running around with alien powers?” she asked.

“No, Liz and I figured that out a while ago. She and Kyle, and probably Valenti got powers because I was really emotionally vested in healing them. With strangers, I’m able to hold back a bit, and for some reason, the healing process is different. There are fewer flashes, there isn’t always a handprint, and we’ve never heard about anybody developing super powers after I healed them.”

They entered the restaurant through the back door and walked right into Michael’s open arms.

“Maxwell, it’s been too long. I was wrong, this splitting up was not a good idea.”

“No Michael, we needed to do it. It kept us safe longer, but now we have to start fighting back,” said Max.

“Oh God, you’ve been talking to your wife, haven’t you? She has some lame idea about going back to Roswell,” groaned Michael.

“She’s right, it’s the only way,” said Max, grabbing a fry from the warming tray. “We have to put an end to this. We haven’t done anything wrong, and we’re not going to run anymore. We have to take a stand, and we have to do it now, before it’s too late.”

Anonymous · Post by **Anonymous** » Mon Jun 10, 2002 12:03 pm

I like the way you explained the healing vs. alien infestation thing. <img src=http://www.theunholytrinity.org/cracks_ ... iggrin.gif ALT=":grin">

Anonymous · Post by **Anonymous** » Mon Jun 10, 2002 12:21 pm

<blockquote>Quote:<hr>  alien infestation thing<hr></blockquote> LMAO! <img src=http://www.theunholytrinity.org/cracks_ ... laughA.gif ALT=":lol"> <img src=http://www.theunholytrinity.org/cracks_ ... laughA.gif ALT=":lol"> <img src=http://www.theunholytrinity.org/cracks_ ... laughA.gif ALT=":lol"> Great job on the story!!!!! <img src=http://www.theunholytrinity.org/cracks_ ... xhello.gif ALT=":clap"> <img src=http://www.theunholytrinity.org/cracks_ ... xhello.gif ALT=":clap"> <center> It is always surprising how small a part of life is taken up by meaningful moments. Most often they're over before they start even though they cast a light on the future and make the person who originated them unforgettable. Anna and the King</center>

Post by **roswellkitkat** » Mon Jun 10, 2002 1:06 pm

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Anonymous · Post by **Anonymous** » Mon Jun 10, 2002 2:11 pm

I loved the Barbie comment towards Isabel! LOL I was laughing so hard! i mean i could just imagine the look that Isabel gave Liz for that comment! It was too cute. I also thought that the "kids" helping out Zeke was so sweet. I mean here they are on the run and they took the time to help out someone else. so please keep it coming! I can't wait to see what they do to the FBI and how they take thier lives back. But the question is how are the FBI still able to find them? I mean I thought that Liz took care of all the tracers that they put on them. But please continue I can' wait for the next post!!!

Post by **majiklmoon** » Mon Jun 10, 2002 8:56 pm

Part 26

The teens made quick work of the lunch crowd. After the last straggler pulled out, they pulled two tables together to begin making plans.

“Every time we turn around, the FBI is on our backs,” said Liz. “I found a transmitter in my backpack, and one in Maria’s as well. We managed to get rid of those, and we searched everything we own. We don’t have any transmitters on us, yet there they are again,” she pointed to the FBI agents who were conducting a store to store search, looking for them.

“Well, whatever kind of transmitters they’re using, they can’t be that great if they aren’t giving them a precise location,” said Max.

“Well, the question is, how are they tailing us then?” asked Isabelle as she twisted her wedding ring and engagement rings nervously. “Max and I went through all of our stuff as well before we got to town last night, and there wasn’t anything resembling a transmitter.”

“Yes there is,” said Liz softly. “Right there,” she pointed to the rings Isabelle was twisting. “Jesse gave them back to you right before we left, didn’t he?”

“Yes, but he didn’t have time to…”

“Yeah, he did Isabelle. He had time to get us that first van, remember? A transmitter fitted into a ring was probably a piece of cake.”
“No, no, I refuse to believe it,” said Isabelle. But even as she insisted it couldn’t have happened, deep in her heart, she knew it was true. She stood up from the table and walked towards the restrooms.

Once inside the ladies room, Isabelle made a decision, and removed the rings from her finger. She walked over to the toilet, and dropped the rings in and flushed them down the drain.

“Good bye Jesse,” she whispered, and walked back out to the others.

Jus as Isabelle returned from the bathroom, the two FBI agents entered through the front door of the diner.

“Stevie honey?” she called across the room in a honeyed southern accent. “Where these nice people able to give you directions? I swear,” she added, turning to one of the FBI agents, “I just had to argue with him so much to stop and ask for directions after we got lost. Men are just so silly about asking for help.”

“We’re all set now sweetie, in fact, as soon as our order is ready, we can head out and take you to Hollywood so you can be discovered,” said Max. He walked across the small diner and placed his arm around Isabelle’s shoulder and tried to look like a lovesick puppy

“Excuse me, I’m Agent Feltcher, with the FBI,” said the man, flashing his identification, quickly. “Is Zeke Mosley, the owner, around anywhere?”

“Ah actually he’s,” began Kyle

“Right here Sir, now what can I get you. My nephew Frankie here is a wiz on the grill,” said Zeke pointing at Michael. “Jenny,” he said patting Liz on the shoulder, “Why don’t you show this nice Agent man to a table. I’m more than proud to do what I can to help our government, even if it is just providen them with a meal.”

“No, I’m fine thank you Mr. Mosley. You say that’s your nephew?” asked Agent Feltcher.

“Both them boys are, Frankie’s on the grill today, and Bobby here is working the register for me. They’re my great nephews actually, ain’t that right boys?”

“Sure is, Pops,” said Michael stepping into the kitchen. “Hey Kerri,” he yelled looking at Maria. “Can you give me a hand with this please.”

Maria slipped past the agents and went into the kitchen and stood next to Michael.

“I just wanted you nearby if this all blows up in our faces,” he whispered to her.

“Well, it’s not going to,” a voice from behind them says.

The two twisted around to see who managed to sneak up on them. Standing behind them was a woman in her 70’s wearing a faded pair of jeans, sneakers and a sweatshirt that said ‘Grandma’s Know Best’ on it.

“Don’t worry, Zeke ‘n I will take care of everything,” she said bustling out of the kitchen and into the dining area.

“Ah sir, we’re looking for some people, and we had a lead that they may have been seen here in town. Have you seen any of the people in these pictures,” said Feltcher, showing Zeke pictures of Liz, Isabelle, Michael and Max.

Zeke took the pictures and studied them intently, and passed them to Nellie, who had come to stand beside him.

“Well know, I think I may have seen ‘em,” said Zeke. “They do something wrong?”

”I’m not at liberty to divulge that information sir,” said Agent Feltcher. “But it’s safe to say that they are very dangerous, and they are wanted for a variety of crimes in another state.”

“Nellie, is these them kids that was in here today?” Zeke asked his wife.

“I think you are right Zeke,” said Nellie. Liz shot a panicked glance at the others as Nellie motioned to her. “Jenny, come here dear.”

Liz walked over to her and Nellie put her arm around her shoulder and gave a slight squeeze. “Isn’t this the group that was in first thing this morning. You remember, the ones you said left a lousy tip for you after sending their food back twice?”

Liz took the pictures and glanced at them. “You know what Grammy Nell, I think you’re right, only they sent their food back 3 times.” Liz rolled her eyes as she passed the pictures back to Agent Feltcher.

“Did they say where they were heading?” questioned Agent Feltcher anxiously.

“No, I’m sorry, not to me,” said Liz.

“Bobby, how about you, did you hear anything?”

“No Grammy Nell,” Kyle responded. “I didn’t, but you know me in the morning. I’m pretty much out of it until noon.”

“You youngsters should learn to keep your yaps shut and your ears open,” said Zeke. “I heard them plain as day mapping out a route to Canada. Don’t they teach you how to pay attention in school any more? Why I swear….”

“Yes, well, that’s fine, and thank you very much. You’ve been very helpful,” interrupted Agent Feltcher taking the pictures back. “If you remember any more, or see them again, please call this number,” he said handing them a business card. “Thank you very much.”

The others watched as Feltcher walked out the door to his partner who is waiting outside. The two talked for a minute and got into a car and took off down the street. After several minutes, Michael came back out from the kitchen, as Maria entered the restaurant from the front door.

“Maria, what were you doing out there?” asked Max

“Eavesdropping, of course,” she said matter of factly. “They bought it. I heard them call someone named Dr. Henderson and report that we were all on our way to Canada.

“Great,” said Max. “Let’s get out of here.”

“Now hold on there jest one cotton picken minute,” said Zeke sharply. “I think you owe us an explanation. He walked over to the door, and locked it as well as the heavy glass door that usually stood open. Flipping the open sign to closed, he turned to the kids. “Let’s have it.”

Listen, Zeke, we didn’t do anything to hurt anybody, despite what that FBI guy said,” said Liz.

“Well hell missy. I know that. Anyone can see you are good people, but why are they after you, and what did you do to my Nellie to make her feel so chipper?”

“Well, you see Zeke, we can’t tell you very much because that would put you in danger, and we don’t want that,” began Max. “But making Nellie feel better is one of special things we can do. We’re a little bit different, and they,” he said pointing in the direction the FBI took, “don’t like different very much at all.”

“You’re telling me that because you can help people, they want to lock you up. Boy, with a gift like that you’d think they’d do anything they can to befriend you.”

“Yeah,” said Max with a sad smile. “You’d kind of think that. Anyhow, it’s very important that you never let anybody know you saw us, for your safety as well as ours.”

“Pshaw kids, don’t you worry about that at all,” said Nellie. “Where are you headed to next?”

“We can’t tell you that Nellie, but I can promise you, it isn’t Canada,” says Liz with a laugh.

“Well, before you leave, you all are going to eat your fill, and I’m going to pack you some food for the road as well,” said Nellie.

“That is so nice of you,” said Maria. “Let me help you get stuff together. Hey Frankie, get that grill fired up.”

The others burst out laughing and sat down and began to make plans for their homecoming. In the kitchen, Zeke and Nellie, Michael and Maria cooked up a feast as well as assembled foods for them to take with them.

Liz walked up to Zeke while Isabelle Kyle and Max continue to plan.

“Zeke, can we ask one more favor of you, please?”

“Sure thing Jenny? I know Jenny’s not your real name, but maybe someday, Nellie ‘n me will get a card in the mail from Jenny, and we’ll know you are all right. Now what can an old man like me do for you.”

“Well, I’m going to dial a number on my cell phone, and when someone picks up, could you just read this to him?”

Zeke scans the note and begins to laugh. “Well there Jenny, if this is secret code, it works, cause it makes no sense to me.”

“Will you do it?” Liz asked, anxiously

“Sure thing sweetie,” said Zeke. You youngsters stayed here and helped me when you should have been running, and you gave me back my Nellie. I’ll do whatever I can to help you.”

Liz hugged him quickly and then dialed a number on her cell phone. After she makes sure the call has gone through she passed the phone to Zeke who read from the paper in his hand.

“Ah Hi, I’d like to order 6 cherry cokes, 3 with Tabasco sauce, 3 without, 4 orders of fries, and 2 Alien Lime Pies. That will be for pick up please. No, I can’t tell you anything more than that, goodbye.” He quickly passed the phone to Liz who puts ear to the receiver to hear her father shouting “Hello, hello, are you still there.” With tears in her eyes, she disconnected the call.

“Ok everyone,” she shouted. ”It’s done. We need to move.”

All conversation stopped, and without a word, the others began to mobilize to move out.

“Jest one more minute you youngsters. How are you planning on getting to where it is you are going?” asked Zeke.

“Well, we have two cars,” said Max.

“And a motorcycle,” added Kyle.

“Well, how about, you all come here with me for a minute.” He motioned for them to follow him out of the restaurant. They followed him across the alleyway and to a garage situated next to their house. Parked inside was an old, slightly rusted motor home.

“I know it’s big, but this way, you can all stay together,” said Zeke.

“And it runs great, even if it isn’t much to look at,” added Nellie

The six kids look at one another in silent communication and agreement.

“Look, we don’t want to put you in any more danger,” began Liz.

“Don’t worry about it, this is the most excitement we’ve had in years, and we were going to be getting a new motor home anyhow, so we won’t even miss this one,” replied Nellie.

“Then we’d love to,” said Liz.

They made quick work of loading up the motor home with all the food Nellie had prepared for them. Max asked them to dispose of the cars in any way they wanted, and Kyle begged them to store his motorcycle for him. Just before took off, Nellie and Zeke brought them back into the restaurant for a goodbye meal. When they were done eating, Zeke picked up the phone and placed a call.

“Hello, I’d like to speak with an Agent Feltcher please. Yes, I’ll hold.” He waited while the call is patched through to Feltcher’s cell phone.

“Hello, Agent Feltcher, this is Zeke Mosley. You were in my restaurant today asking ‘bout them kids today. Well, they came back looking for a bag they left. We didn’t have no bag, but Nellie and me, we stalled them as long as we could. They were rude as can be, but I kept my ears open like I was telling young Bobby he should do. Agent Feltcher, those kids said something about heading to South America. I jest thought you’d wanna know. Yes sir, I’ll keep my eyes open in case they show up again, but I don’t think they will. They were in one of them mini van things and it was packed to the gill, and they headed out towards the boarder. Yes sir, and thank you sir.”

“There,” said Zeke. “You kids should be all set, I think he fell for it. He sounded so excited, I thought he was gonna piss in his pants.”

“Zeke,” said Nellie as she swatted his arm playfully. “Now you kids take care and watch out,” she said hugging each on in turn. Pausing at Max, she gives him and extra special hug. “Thank you for saving me,” she whispered, and take care of Jenny, she’s a special girl.”

Max hugged her back, and climbed behind the wheel of the motor home, and the six teens set of on the journey back to Roswell.

Anonymous · Post by **Anonymous** » Mon Jun 10, 2002 9:38 pm

I'm officially adopting Granny Nellie and Gramps Zeke.

Post by **majiklmoon** » Mon Jun 10, 2002 9:43 pm

I was so afraid to write these two parts...they are pretty fluffy, but i couldn't resist. Pops Zeke and Grammy Nelly are too cool! <center>Margo is a Super ORB!</center><center><center>It all started with a boy, a girl and a silver handprint.<center>Countess Majiklmoon Mistress and keeper of the tunes</center></color~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ <a href=http://pub84.ezboard.com/bmajiklmoonsrealm><img src=http://members.aol.com/majiklmoon/image ... 2a.gif></a>

Post by **roswellkitkat** » Mon Jun 10, 2002 9:58 pm

I want a Pops Zeke and Grammy Nellie of my own! <img src=http://www.theunholytrinity.org/cracks_ ... laughA.gif ALT=":lol"> Tracie...that part was so cute!! I loved it! <img src=http://www.theunholytrinity.org/cracks_ ... xhello.gif ALT=":clap"> <img src=http://www.theunholytrinity.org/cracks_ ... xhello.gif ALT=":clap"> <img src=http://www.theunholytrinity.org/cracks_ ... xhello.gif ALT=":clap"> <center>*************<center>Roswell on Sci-Fi in 2003.<center>Got it?<CENTER>Get it?<CENTER>Good!<center><center>I think my muse is broke.<center><a href="http://blancadelic.com/quizzes/rosguyquiz.htm" target="new"><img src="http://blancadelic.com/quizzes/Max.jpg" border=0></a> <a href="http://blancadelic.com/quizzes/rosguyquiz.htm" target="new">Find your Roswell match </a> at <a href="http://blancadelic.com" target="new">Blancadelic.com</a>

Anonymous · Post by **Anonymous** » Mon Jun 10, 2002 10:27 pm

You say that like FLUFF is a bad thing?! Edited by: <A HREF=http://pub84.ezboard.com/uironysucs.sho ... onysucs</A> at: 6/11/02 7:14:58 am

Post by **majiklmoon** » Mon Jun 10, 2002 10:46 pm

No, fluff's not a bad thing at all, but i've never really written any before, and it just sort of happened. My muse must have a sense of humor or something <center>Margo is a Super ORB!</center><center><center>It all started with a boy, a girl and a silver handprint.<center>Countess Majiklmoon Mistress and keeper of the tunes</center></color~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ <a href=http://pub84.ezboard.com/bmajiklmoonsrealm><img src=http://members.aol.com/majiklmoon/image ... 2a.gif></a>

Anonymous · Post by **Anonymous** » Tue Jun 11, 2002 8:18 am

Well, I liked it. Fluff is the creamy oreo center of life. Sure without it, you still have two chocolate cookies, which hey, chocolate is never bad, but with the fluff, it's just more enjoyable/memorable. Release your inner fluff muse, <img src=http://www.theunholytrinity.org/cracks_ ... iggrin.gif ALT=":grin">

Post by **splatty** » Tue Jun 11, 2002 11:30 am

<img src=http://www.theunholytrinity.org/cracks_ ... xhello.gif ALT=":clap"> what fun! <img src=http://www.theunholytrinity.org/cracks_ ... xhello.gif ALT=":clap"> i love coming back to multiple new parts. this is getting so good. i can't wait for the showdown! <img src=http://www.ezboard.com/intl/aenglish/im ... /smile.gif ALT=":)">

Anonymous · Post by **Anonymous** » Tue Jun 11, 2002 12:49 pm

So good!!! <img src=http://www.theunholytrinity.org/cracks_ ... xhello.gif ALT=":clap"> <img src=http://www.theunholytrinity.org/cracks_ ... xhello.gif ALT=":clap"> I love Gramps and Grammy!!!!!! I :heart fluff pieces, so this was great! <center> It is always surprising how small a part of life is taken up by meaningful moments. Most often they're over before they start even though they cast a light on the future and make the person who originated them unforgettable. Anna and the King</center>

Post by **majiklmoon** » Tue Jun 11, 2002 2:50 pm

Part 27

Geoff Parker hung up the phone, and turned to Nancy, his face ashen. “Jim was right,” he whispered in her ear. “They’re coming home. Call the others, we need to get together.”

“Geoff, honey, how can you be sure it was them, did you recognize a voice?” asked Nancy, her voice quavering in fear.

“No, the person on the phone sounded like an old man, but I swear, I heard Max in the background talking. Besides, nobody in the world is going to phone in an order of 6 cherry cokes, 3 with Tabasco, 3 without. It has to be them, Nance, it has to be,” he whispered.

“Ok, I’ll start making some calls. Where are we going to meet?” Nancy asked, slipping her arms around his waist and holding him close. After a moment, she released her husband, and stepped back, more in control of her emotions.

“Geoff, we need a place to meet, any suggestions?” she asked.

“Yeah, right here at the restaurant, after we close for the night,” said Geoff, with a small grin.

”Oh Geoff, I don’t know. What if this place is bugged? They’ll here everything we say.”

“I’m counting on it,” Geoff said cryptically. He turned and went into his office and sat at the desk. He reached into a drawer and pulled out a stack of legal pads. He unwrapped them, and removed three of the pads, smiling to himself as he did so. Liz wasn’t the only super organized person in the family. He began to scribble furiously, making notes on one of the pads. When he finished, he copied what he had written onto the other two notebooks. He wrote feverishly, ignoring the computer that sat on the desk. He knew it would make his task much easier, but he had also become very cautious. It would be very easy for someone to hack into his computer and access his notes

On the phone, Nancy called Amy and Diane, to invite them to a small potluck at the restaurant after it closed. Though both women were perplexed by the idea of meeting at the CrashDown, they both agreed.
Later that evening, after the restaurant closed, Geoff got everything ready, legal pads, maps, pencils, and a large radio, and laid them out on the counter in the café.

Nancy was left with the task of making it look like they were really having a get together. She pushed several tables together and set some food out on the counter. A rapping on the glass alerted her to the fact that Jim and Amy were outside, and she walked across the room and unlocked the door of the café.

“Hi Jim, hi Amy, thanks for joining us on such short notice. We just felt so bad about everything that’s been going on with Sean, so we wanted to try and take your mind off of it for a while,” babbled Nancy.

Amy leaned over to hug her and whispered in her ear, “Real smooth Parker.”

Nancy hugged her friend back whispered, “I’m not cut out for all this subterfuge, what can I say.”

The two women burst out laughing as Philip and Diane Evans came to the door.

“Are you going to keep our guests standing at the door Nancy,” chided Geoff good-naturedly. “Come in and relax, tonight is about good music and good fun. Jim, you brought your guitar, excellent. We can serenade these three beautiful ladies tonight while Philip here looks on in envy.”

Geoff played his role of host to the hilt, taking jackets from people and getting drinks. As soon as everyone was sitting down with some food and drinks, he turned up the radio, very loud, and passed out the legal pads to the other couples. On the first page of each pad he had scribbled the cryptic message he received on the phone earlier in the day. The others quickly caught on to Geoff’s plan for communicating, and they alternately talked trivialities and scribbled messages to each other throughout the evening.

how can we plan if we don’t know when they are coming? Philip scribbled on his pad as Jim and Nancy danced to the music playing on the radio.

We have no choice, have to try. Need safe place for the to stay, scribbled Geoff on his pad

“Nancy,” Diane called over the music, motioning to Jim to come sit down. “Do you have that recipe for those meatballs you were telling me about?”

Jim sat down with the others as Nancy answered in a clear voice, “Oh, sure, no problem, I have it written down already for you. Here you go,” she said passing Diane an old receipt from the register. Jim grabbed a pencil and wrote Old cabins out by lake?

Perfect, wrote Philip. can you take care of it, or me?

I’ll do it wrote Jim. Geoff – food?

already packed Geoff wrote. He looked up to the windows and saw a face peering through the glass. He jumped up and crossed the floor and opened the door. On the other side was one of the FBI agents who had been haunting the restaurant every day.

“I’m sorry, we’re closed for a private party tonight,” he said pleasantly to the man.

“No chance of one Alien blast to go?” asked the agent in a wheedling voice.

Geoff turned to look at the others. It looked as though he was seeking their approval to help a customer, but in actuality, he was checking to se if Jim and Philip had hidden all their notes. Once he made sure that it was safe, he opened the door wider, and invited the agent in.

“Sure thing,” he said. “An Alien Blast won’t take long to whip up. Can I get you anything else to go with it?”

“No, that will be fine, said the agent as he surveyed the room quickly. “I’m really sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt your party,” he added, innocently. “A happy celebration?”

“Actually, I’m having problems with a nephew,” said Amy, “And my wonderful friends are just helping me to keep my mind off of it.”

“Great, and here I just went and brought it all back to the forefront. I’m sorry,” said the man as Geoff hands him his Alien Blast in a take out bag.

“Don’t worry about it,” said Amy ruefully. “Sean has been in trouble before, and will probably continue to get in trouble until the day he dies.”

The agent paid for his drink, and Geoff escorted him to the door. After he left, Geoff locked the door, and watched the agent walk into the darkness.

The agent dumped the drink into the nearest trash receptacle, and used his cell phone to check in.

“They check out, Dr. Henderson,” said the agent. “Just having a little party. I even managed to get in and take a look around. Nothing suspicious. I’ll check back with you if I think anything has changed.”

He disconnected his cell phone, unaware that he had just been handed a basket of red herrings.

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