The Four Faces of Rath - (CC, ALL, YTEEN) -Ch 66-71 - 8/6/05

Post by **majiklmoon** » Fri May 30, 2003 9:30 pm

How do you come up with this? You are totally incredible <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** » Fri May 30, 2003 10:23 pm

So I was listening to a 70's station today on my way home from work, and I believe there was a song from the disco era that captured my feelings quite nicely "More more more how do you like it how do you like it more more more!"

Anonymous · Post by **Anonymous** » Fri May 30, 2003 11:03 pm

Fantastic!

isndbreeze · Post by **isndbreeze** » Sat May 31, 2003 3:56 am

Melisa - Yeah, I think Michael's on a roll sort of. He's doing okay. <img src=http://www.ezboard.com/intl/aenglish/im ... /smile.gif ALT=":)"> Vecastone - You're right about Liz being able to help. In fact, she jumps right in! Tracie - Well, what can I say? Everything in my mind's about been forgotten except Roswell all the time <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/lol.gif ALT=":lol"> I live with all these little plots running around up there. <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/eek.gif ALT=":eek"> Bookwork - Cool! Thanks for the song fb! Love it! Buffyrosfan - Thanks for the fb! Everybody: Thanks for the fb! Here are the next two chapters. Enjoy! <div style="text-align:center"><img src="http://users.aol.com/isndbreeze/skysymb ...   Gerry - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Hopeless Candy-Coated, Stargazing, Dreamer! - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -</div>Edited by: <A HREF=http://pub129.ezboard.com/bmajiklmoonsr ... dbreeze</A> <IMG HEIGHT=10 WIDTH=10 SRC="http://users.aol.com/isndbreeze/aim116b.jpg" BORDER=0> at: 5/31/03 2:57:38 am

isndbreeze · Post by **isndbreeze** » Sat May 31, 2003 3:59 am

The Four Faces of Rath Ripples in Time Chapter 24 XXIV Jeff Parker watched as Michael tried to explain to Liz what he had already told Jeff about Liz being married to Max in the “correct” timeline, having four children –including the triplets- and, as if all that were not enough, living on another planet, because Max is an alien… and the king on his planet. Liz was trying to keep a straight face so that she could still appear angry… or at least hurt… by her wedding day disaster; but as Michael talked on, she kept giggling despite all her efforts not to. “Dad, did you put him up to this? You did, didn’t you! You hired him to get me out of marrying James and then told him to say all these things to make me laugh.” “No! I swear!” Jeff said, holding his right hand up. “Show her, Michael.” Michael reached over and ran his hand over Jeff’s tux, changing it into chain mail. Liz and her mother both watched with their mouths open. “How did you do that,” Liz asked. “Is that a magic trick?” “No more than this…” Michael said, taking the handkerchief from Liz’s hand and turning it into a bouquet of white roses. He handed her the roses, and Liz smelled them… “They’re real!” “Yeah.” “Did you know that white roses were my favorites?” “Max told me. They’re what he threw up to you on your balcony once.” “Where’d these come from?” Michael grinned. “I don’t know the physics involved. I just do it.” Liz looked momentarily dazed. “You know… if you’d allow me to study you… Omigod! I could describe the mechanism that allows you to do this! Do you know what this could mean to the world?” “Yeah,” Michael said. “I think I do. Sorry, Liz. I came to try to get you and Max back together not to be the subject of a scientific review.” Liz blushed. “I’m… I’m sorry! I didn’t mean… you know… Oh geez! You must think I’m terrible.” “Naw! No more than any other molecular biology genius head of research at Harvard who needs a life,” Michael said with a smile. “You think I don’t have a life?” Liz half asked, half stated. “Not like what you had with Max. You said yourself that you felt like the right guy was out there somewhere… just lost in another dimension or something. You said that you always wanted him to come.” Liz looked at the roses Michael had handed her. For a moment, she appeared to be lost in her thoughts. “I always did dream that my handsome prince would come one day and whisk me away… but New York or Europe was more what I expected. I never thought that it might be… you know, up there.” Liz pointed at the sky. “Well… just don’t marry James Quigley,” Michael said. Liz half giggled, half sobbed. “I don’t know what I was thinking. James was always there… and he kept asking. And he’s so brilliant… so good at what he does…” “I wonder if he would be nearly as ‘brilliant’ without your help,” Michael said dryly. Jeff nodded his agreement enthusiastically. “That’s what I’ve been trying to tell her. Quigley needed her to further himself. He can’t hold a candle to you, Lizzie! You should have been the one who got that Nobel. You did all the work. It was your research!” “I know, Dad. I’ve been a real jerk.” Jeff shook his head. “No. You could never be that, Liz. Quigley’s got the market on that.” Liz laughed. “Well,” Michael said, “I think Quigley’s gonna have a few days, at least, to cool his heels and do some thinking. Maybe he’ll realize what he lost.” Michael called for the portal, and a silvery doorway appeared. Liz walked over to it and touched it. The surface rippled like tiny waves spreading out from a pebble that had been thrown into a calm lake. “Where does this go,” Liz asked, astonished. “Wherever I ask it to take me,” Michael said. Liz touched it again and watched the ripples. “It’s your portal, Liz,” Michael said. “Before time got screwed up, you authorized it to respond to my commands. But it’s yours.” Michael temporarily dismissed the portal, and it disappeared again. Liz appeared enthralled. “Could it take me to see… Max?” Michael thought a moment. “Well, I guess you could see him in the past… before time got screwed up.” Liz was radiant. “I had a better idea in mind.” Michael looked at her questioningly. “I was thinking of the future. You do think you’re going to succeed, don’t you?” Michael paled slightly… “I hope so… I mean… I have to, you know… somehow… I don’t know…” “Portal,” Liz called. The portal appeared. “It responded to you,” Michael gasped… “You said it was mine,” Liz replied. “Yeah, it is… well, in the other timeline.” “Does that matter?” “Apparently not,” Michael said. Liz walked into the portal then turned and smiled. “I’ll be right back. Don’t go anywhere anyone.” Michael looked at Jeff and Nancy. Jeff looked totally amazed and a bit pale. Nancy just looked as though she thought she might be having some kind of weird dream and might wake up any minute. Suddenly the portal reappeared, and Liz stepped out. Michael noticed immediately that her hair had been let down, and she was wearing new clothes… “Did you find Max?” Liz looked at Michael as though trying to decide what to tell him. “I was warned that I shouldn’t say too much about the future, Michael. And I was told to ask you not to go there looking for the ones you’re trying to bring back… It could cause the rift in time to increase. But I do have a message for you.” “A message?” Michael asked. “Find Alex, Kyle, Jim, Kathleen… and Tess.” “And what else,” Michael asked.” “Just that. You must find those people, and they must want to return.” Michael stepped into the portal then looked back at Liz. Liz’s face was blank, displaying no emotion at all; but as he turned to leave, he thought he saw just a flicker of a smile cross her face. tbc

isndbreeze · Post by **isndbreeze** » Sat May 31, 2003 4:01 am

The Four Faces of Rath Baby, I’m the Guitar Man Chapter 25 XXV “Alex, Kyle, Jim, and Kathleen should all be here on Earth somewhere in this time,” Michael thought to himself, as he walked down a quaint little tree-lined road aptly named, “Country Lane,” outside of Nashville, Tennessee. “But Tess… How am I going to find Tess? She was one of us. The four of us were never created on Earth in this time, so she won’t exist. I already saw Ava on Antar, so Liz couldn’t mean for me to find Ava. She said Tess.” Michael shook his head and looked at the name over the entrance of the ranch he had come to: <div style="text-align:center">~Sweet Guitar Man-sion~</div> “This must be it,” he thought, as he attempted to open the large iron gates. The gates appeared to be locked. Michael thought about using his powers, but he saw someone about a hundred yards away, inside the fence, getting off of a horse. The man patted the horse on the side then rubbed his hand up and down its nose for a moment… then he took out a couple of sugar cubes and held them in his hand, and the horse took them. Michael yelled at the man, but he got no response, though he was pretty sure that the man had seen him. Deciding that he would need to be more direct, Michael called the portal. “I should have told it to take me directly to Alex in the first place instead of saying take me to where Alex lives. That could mean his house, his town, or even his planet. I have to be more precise with my instructions. It would have saved me a walk.” Michael stepped into the portal and stepped back out right beside the man who had just got off the horse. The man looked at him. He was obviously surprised, but he hid it pretty well… “Whatever that thing is, I hope you don’t market it to the other fans, guy. I’ll never get any peace and quiet.” “I needed to talk to you,” Michael said. “Yeah, they all do,” the man replied. “Whatcha want… an autograph? You got a pen?” “No,” Michael said… “not an autograph. I want to talk to you, Alex Whitman.” Alex stopped what he was doing and looked at Michael. “I haven’t heard that name in a long time, stranger. Kinda sounds good, though! I’m Joshua Sweet now; you know, ‘The Guitar Man.’” “Yeah, I figured it out,” Michael said… “Sweet Guitar Man-sion.” Alex chuckled. “So you’re some kind of heavy-duty fan. I reckon not one in a hundred fans knows that Joshua Sweet’s not my real name… even since the Country Music Awards last month.” “I take it you did okay?” Alex smiled and looked at Michael. “Okay, so you’re not a fan, I guess… Who are you?” “My name’s Michael… Michael Guerin.” “Did we ever meet, Michael?” “Yeah, but it was sort of in another lifetime… You know what I mean?” Alex chuckled again. “Yeah, I think I do.” “I don’t think so,” Michael said. “But that’s understandable. I’m having trouble wrapping my mind around it, too. Do you remember Liz Parker and Maria DeLuca… from Roswell High?” Alex looked at him. “Liz and Maria? Yeah, sure I remember them! I haven’t forgotten my friends just ‘cause I got famous. Okay, maybe I don’t ever see them anymore… we all moved on in different circles, you know?” “Yeah.” “I read something in the papers about Liz attending some big conferences in Norway a few months back… something to do with some research she’s working on. She’s at Harvard now, I think.” “Head of Molecular Biology Research at Harvard,” Michael said. Alex seemed impressed. “Well, I always knew she’d go far. I guess Liz and I were the only ones who had a clear idea of where we wanted to go in life… only I chose guitar, and she chose the stars… to study, I mean. Hey, that would make a good song! ‘I chose guitar… but you chose the stars,” Alex started singing. “I need to work on it a bit. That could be something though, pardner! Thanks!” “Don’t mention it,” Michael said. “…and I mean that,” he thought to himself. “So is that where you got that fancy gadget of yours? Liz made it for you?” Alex asked. “No, not her branch of science.” “Oh, well, it looks like a pretty handy gadget anyway.” “It has its uses,” Michael said. “Like going back and forth to my planet.” Alex slowed down then stopped and looked at Michael for a moment… “That’s not very nice, pardner, making a musician think his ears are going bad on him. I’m pretty sure you said ‘your planet???’” “Yeah, you heard right,” Michael said. Alex started to chuckle then began to laugh. “Oh, I get it! Those Candid Camera people put you up to this! I should’ve known. We pulled a good one on old Dwight Yoakum for them a couple months back. Alright Dwight! You got me back!” Alex laughed. Michael reached up and snapped a twig off the tree they were passing under and passed his hand over it. It turned into a classic-style, rosewood electric guitar. He handed it to Alex. Alex turned it over and examined it from every angle… then he strummed it… “Damn, man! This is good! You couldn’t maybe put the name ‘Gibson’ on it… right here… could you?” Michael passed his hand over the tuning head, and the name ‘Gibson’ appeared on it. Alex looked at the guitar… then at Michael… then at the guitar… then at Michael… “Listen, you wouldn’t be needin’ a job with a lot of travel wouldja?” “I’ve already got that,” Michael said. “Oh, yeah… your planet… Long commute?” Michael nodded. “Seven galaxies.” “Well, listen, I’ve got a concert at eight o’clock tonight. Why don’t you come? I’ll get you in free. We can talk more in my dressing room. I’ve really gotta go and get ready right now, but I do want to find out why you came here lookin’ for me.” “Alright,” Michael said. “How do I get there?” Alex thought about it. “Never mind. Come with me. You can wait for me in the house and we’ll go together in the limo.” <div style="text-align:center">**********</div> Michael sat in the front row watching the Dixie Hens and other warm up groups. Everyone seemed pretty quiet and well-behaved for a concert audience. But occasionally someone would scream out, “Where’s the Guitar Man? We want Josh!” and the audience would applaud or appear to get anxious. It was starting to get downright noisy, in fact. Michael was just about to stick some paper wads in his ears when, suddenly, the noise level increased by about a hundred fold without warning. Instinctively, Michael dropped the paper wads and ducked, looking around for what had brought on all the screams. Then he realized that it was Alex walking out onto the stage. He had on a cowboy hat and boots, tight jeans, and a fancy shirt. Michael had to admit to himself that he was actually a bit impressed by Alex’s gallant look and confidant stride. As Alex walked up to the microphone, he and his backup band launched straight into his big crossover hit, “Sweet Guitar Man,” and the crowd went absolutely wild. Michael looked at the roof. He was sure that all this noise would surely bring it crashing down at any moment. Fortunately –or perhaps not- the music was loud enough to be heard over the roar. Soon, the crowd had quieted to only about a category 7 hurricane, as more people began to listen to the song. Michael noticed that, all through the audience, there were girls holding up signs saying, “Marry me, Josh!” “Sweet Josh, Be Mine!” and “Josh, you can play my guitar all night long!” Michael shook his head and finished putting the paper wads in his ears. He could still hear the song… and the screams. As Alex wound up the song, the screams increased in pitch again to a feverish crescendo. Alex smiled and thanked the fans for coming out for him. Once it had quieted down a little, he continued… “I have a new song for you. It hasn’t been recorded yet, and the guys and I haven’t had much time to practice it, but I’d like to try it out on you all tonight.” Apparently, the crowd liked the idea. They went wild again with applause. Alex smiled and nodded at his band, and the guys struck up an intro. Alex picked up the microphone and seemed to look straight into the eyes of every fan there, melting their hearts, as he began to sing…  I don’t know your name… Don’t know who you are You came in a dream from some place very far. I still see your face, I still feel your hands, I remember your grace, As in the summer night we danced. Our passions were aflame… We gazed together at the stars And though I don’t know your name, Darling… You belong in my heart… But if you were from Venus, then I was from Mars… It seems that between us we were a universe apart It’s not what I wanted… I know you felt it, too… Our hearts were haunted… We were both left feelin’ blue. But it’ll always be us… living here in my heart Though I hold this guitar, Darling… And you hold the stars. Oh, it was sta-a-a-r-gazing with you I fell in love You must have been an angel sent from Heaven up above! I don’t know where you are or even if you’re real… But when you walked into my dream, I knew, My heart you came to steal. You were far more than a vision… Something pulled out of the air Our hearts were in collision… You were the answer to my prayers If this guitar that I hold… could even start to take your place I’d never let it go, And my blues I’d all erase But like every good dream… fairies n’ unicorns so rare… The sun a new day brings, and you just disappear… For my life’s in this guitar, Darling, And yours is in the stars. I could never love another… since you brightened up my sky My aching heart just flutters… like the stars twinkling on high And I stare up at the heavens… where I’m certain you must live I know I must have rolled all sevens… To win a dream that felt like this You’re my star lover… You’re my angel in the sky You make me st-st-stutter… You make me want to sigh So why am I holdin’ this guitar, Darling, When you’re sittin’ on a star? Oh, it was sta-a-a-r-gazing with you I fell in love You must have been an angel sent from Heaven up above! I don’t know where you are or even if you’re real… But when you walked into my dream, I knew, My heart you came to steal. Sta-a-a-r-gazing with you I fell in love When you walked into my dream, I knew, My heart you came to steal.  “Thank you! Thank you!” Alex said, smiling, as the crowd went wild with applause. “That was called ‘Stargazing.’ I guess you can look for it on our next CD. What do you think? Should we record it?” The audience let out such a round of applause, whistles, and screams that Michael had to cover his ears with his hands on top of the wads of paper he had already put in his ears. Alex went on to play fifteen other songs from his various hit CD’s, and the crowd kept screaming and applauding from the beginning to the end. After ending the concert, Alex sang three encores for the crowd, who just wouldn’t stop applauding; but finally, he had to call an end to it and return to his dressing room. Michael was waiting there. He could still hear the screams and applause all the way from back here in the back of the building. “So what’d you think,” Alex asked Michael. “Did it go alright?” Michael cupped his hand beside his ear… “Huh?” “I said, ‘how’d you like it?” “Huh?” Alex grinned and pushed Michael’s hand away from his ear. “Yeah, they can be a little loud, can’t they? But it’s good to feel appreciated.” Michael smiled and nodded. “So you’ve really made it, huh, Alex? They loved you out there! What would you rather have really… this… or what you were singing about in that new song?” “In Stargazing?” “Yeah.” Alex smiled. “I’ve had the fame. It’s great, but it doesn’t keep me warm at night… well, not the same way…” “Why do I get the idea, Alex, that that was more than just a song? What if I told you I knew who that girl was… the one who walked into your dream?” Alex looked at Michael. At first, it appeared that he was going to make a joke, but something seemed to be telling him that Michael wasn’t joking. “Alright… Anyone else, I’d say they were just guessing… but someone who can just pop out of thin air like you did back on my ranch… well, I’m listenin’.” “Her name’s Isabel.” Alex’s eyes grew larger, and his face softened. “So you really do know her?” “Yeah.” “Who is she? Why did she come into my dream like that? Why have I never seen her again? How can I find her?” “Whoa! One question at a time, Alex!” Michael laughed. “She’s Isabel Evans.” “I don’t know an Isabel Evans. She told me her name was Isabel in the dream, though.” “She has… had… the ability to enter people’s dreams,” Michael said. “What do you mean, ‘had,’” Alex asked. “She doesn’t anymore?” “She doesn’t exist anymore… not in time as we know it. I think somehow she reached out to you from wherever she is in time. She may not be aware of her own existence, but somehow she seems to still have some awareness of you. Don’t ask me to explain that. I have absolutely no clue how it can be. I only know that Kryys –That’s my son- told me that he can be here in some kind of way because he’s aware of himself while the others are not aware of themselves, so they don’t exist.” “How can I find her?” “That’s why I’m here, really, Alex… to help you find her, and help her find you…” Michael explained to Alex, as best he could, what had happened and told him about the life that he and Isabel had had together in their own time… on Antar. “So, what you’re sayin’ is, this time I’m in here is some kind of unreal time or something,” Alex asked. “Oh, it’s real enough, Alex,” Michael said. “It’s just not what was meant to be. It’s like digging a canal from a river to somewhere else. The new waterway is real enough. It just isn’t the way it was originally meant to be. You could go on living in this time.” “I don’t want to,” Alex said. “If I had the life you told me about with Isabel… I don’t want this. I want that life. How can I get it back?” “I’m not sure. What I do know is that I have to make everyone aware of their other life, and they have to want it to make it happen again… and I have to keep my memories of everyone alive… or that other life will disappear forever, and this one will be the only one.” “Wait a minute,” Alex exclaimed. “I’ve got lots of pictures of me around here! I’m giving them out all the time! I’ll give you one. You keep looking at it! Promise me! Don’t forget my face!” Michael laughed. “I’m starting to remember a lot of things again that I had nearly forgotten. I guess that’s why Liz told me I had to find you. Now I’ve gotta go find Kyle.” “Kyle… Valenti? The sheriff’s son… from Roswell?” “One and the same.” “Was he up there, too?” “Yeah.” “Did he marry that new girl… what was her name… Tess? They seemed to be getting pretty hot there for awhile?” “No. How do you know about Tess? She was one of the four royals. Her DNA wouldn’t have been brought to Earth, since Ava was never killed. So she shouldn’t have existed in this time.” “Well, there was somebody named Tess at Roswell High. A blonde… sort of a bombshell… you know? Good-looker.” “Sounds like Tess,” Michael said. “She didn’t have any powers?” “What kind of powers?” “You know, like warping minds or putting broken pottery back together?” Alex looked at Michael strangely. “Tess? No way!” Alex laughed. “How can it be the same Tess,” Michael wondered. “But it must be… Who else could it be?” “Will I see you again,” Alex asked. “Well, let’s hope so,” Michael said, “…either in this time or in the original one.” Michael called for the portal… As it appeared, he stepped in then was gone. Alex waved. Then he sat down and picked up his guitar, with thoughts of Isabel running through his mind…  I could never love another… since you brightened up my sky My aching heart just flutters… like the stars twinkling on high And I stare up at the heavens… where I’m certain you must live I know I must have rolled all sevens… To win a dream that felt like this You’re my star lover… You’re my angel in the sky You make me st-st-stutter… You make me want to sigh So why am I holdin’ this guitar, Darling, When you’re sittin’ on a star? Oh, it was sta-a-a-r-gazing with you I fell in love You must have been an angel sent from Heaven up above! I don’t know where you are or even if you’re real… But when you walked into my dream, I knew, My heart you came to steal. Sta-a-a-r-gazing with you I fell in love When you walked into my dream, I knew, My heart you came to steal.  tbc

Post by **majiklmoon** » Sat May 31, 2003 8:56 am

look at that...bookkwork sang to him and we get 2, count em, 2 chapters <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/lol.gif ALT=":lol"> - and awesome ones at that. Personally, I think the dolphins or whatever aquatic creatures you may be working with are whispering plot <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/bunny.gif ALT=":bunny"> while you work <img src=http://www.ezboard.com/intl/aenglish/im ... s/wink.gif ALT=";)"> <center>It all started with a boy, a girl, and a silver handprint.</center><center><a href=http://pub84.ezboard.com/bmajiklmoonsrealm><img src=http://members.aol.com/majiklmoon/image ... a></center>

Post by **roswellkitkat** » Tue Jun 03, 2003 1:36 pm

Go Michael, go Michael, go Michael! Go Gerry, Go Gerry, Go Gerry! <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/love.gif ALT=":love"> <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/slinkie.gif ALT=":slinkie"> <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/love.gif ALT=":love"> <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/slinkie.gif ALT=":slinkie"> <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/love.gif ALT=":love"> <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/slinkie.gif ALT=":slinkie"> <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/love.gif ALT=":love"> <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/slinkie.gif ALT=":slinkie"> <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/love.gif ALT=":love"> <div style="text-align:center">Words are, of course, the most powerful drug used by mankind.</div> <div style="text-align:center">Rudyard Kipling, English author</div>

vecastone · Post by **vecastone** » Tue Jun 03, 2003 4:20 pm

Do you work with Dolphins ?????? <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/love.gif ALT=":love"> <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/love.gif ALT=":love"> Back to the story .........Wow !!!! Yes Go Michael , found the others. I knew Liz would be very helpful <img src=http://www.ezboard.com/intl/aenglish/im ... /smile.gif ALT=":)"> <img src=http://www.uniquehardware.co.uk/server- ... bounce.gif ALT=":green"> <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/slinkie.gif ALT=":slinkie"> <img src=http://www.uniquehardware.co.uk/server- ... bounce.gif ALT=":green"> <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/slinkie.gif ALT=":slinkie"> <img src=http://www.uniquehardware.co.uk/server- ... bounce.gif ALT=":green"> <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/slinkie.gif ALT=":slinkie"> Come hereeeeeee !!!

Anonymous · Post by **Anonymous** » Thu Jun 05, 2003 8:00 am

<img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/love.gif ALT=":love"> <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/love.gif ALT=":love"> the whole story, but especially, Alex's song -sigh- <div style="text-align:center">It's all about Roswell!</div>

isndbreeze · Post by **isndbreeze** » Fri Jun 06, 2003 2:03 am

Tracie - I knew those dolphins were "squeelers!" My secret's out! They've been telling me all the stuff their Antarian brothers and sisters in the Golden Sea pass on to them telepathically. <img src=http://www.ezboard.com/intl/aenglish/im ... /smile.gif ALT=":)"> Melisa - Michael appreciates the cheering! So does my muse! <img src=http://www.ezboard.com/intl/aenglish/im ... /smile.gif ALT=":)"> Vecastone - Yeah, I work with all kinds of ocean "critters." It's a fishy story. <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/lol.gif ALT=":lol"> And you're right about Liz! LovinMaxnLiz - I'm so glad you like Alex's song! <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/ufo.gif ALT=":ufo"> Everybody: Thanks for the fb! Now on to the next two chapters. Yep, I said two! These are two for one days! <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/slinkie.gif ALT=":slinkie"> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="http://users.aol.com/isndbreeze/skysymb ...   Gerry - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Hopeless Candy-Coated, Stargazing, Dreamer! - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -</div>Edited by: <A HREF=http://pub129.ezboard.com/bmajiklmoonsr ... dbreeze</A> <IMG HEIGHT=10 WIDTH=10 SRC="http://users.aol.com/isndbreeze/aim116b.jpg" BORDER=0> at: 6/6/03 2:05 am

isndbreeze · Post by **isndbreeze** » Fri Jun 06, 2003 3:07 am

The Four Faces of Rath Be Careful What You Ask For Chapter 26 XXVI Michael had asked the portal to take him to where Alex was, and the portal had taken him to Nashville. Michael had wound up walking down a country road for about a half a mile before he found Alex’s ranch. Determined to be the master of the portal and not let it get the best of him, he made his command much more specific this time… “Take me face to face with Kyle Valenti.” Michael stepped out of the portal and was immediately lifted off the ground by a force that felt like a charging rhinoceros. When he had got his breath back, he looked up and saw that someone was leaning over him. “Where did you come from,” the still-hazy figure asked. “I didn’t see you. I was aiming for the quarterback.” “Ooooooh,” Michael moaned. “Now I remember why I really needed Max back! He can heal broken bones!” The hazy figure laughed. “You don’t have any broken bones. I checked. Just got the wind knocked out of you. You should be okay in a few minutes. Where did you come from? I just looked up, and there you were between me and the quarterback. “Kyle?” Michael managed to ask, as his vision began to clear. “Okay, you know me, so who are you?” “Michael Guerin.” “Don’t remember you,” Kyle said. “Should I?” “Probably not. Aren’t you a little old to be playing professional football, Kyle?” Kyle laughed. “I gave up professional football twelve years ago. Got a serious knee injury. It healed, but my game never did after that. Now I’m a trainer. Maybe I can’t hit as hard as I used to, but…” “Yeah,” Michael said, “I was asking myself if that was the best you could do.” “Yeah, sure you were,” Kyle grinned. “Looked more like you were asking yourself if you were going to live!” Michael grinned, too. “Okay, I admit… you still hit pretty hard, Kyle.” “So tell me again… where did we meet?” “Roswell High… but you won’t remember me,” Michael replied. “You’re right about that. I don’t. Were you in my class?” “Yeah. So were Alex Whitman, Liz Parker, and Maria DeLuca.” “That’s funny. I remember all of them, but I still don’t remember you.” “You know, Kyle, as much as I enjoy just lying here on the ground looking up at you like this,” Michael said with a touch of sarcasm, “could we just go somewhere and talk after you’re finished here?” Kyle thought about it a moment. He didn’t remember Michael, but he did remember Alex, Liz, and Maria… and this guy did say he knew them… “Yeah, okay, I guess we could. Just give me a few minutes to wrap things up here. The practice is over really.” Kyle helped Michael up and over to the benches. A few minutes later, he headed to the lockers to shower and change then met Michael back at the benches. “There’s a great Chinese restaurant over here on Second Street and Elm. You like Chinese?” “Sounds fine,” Michael said. “You want to go with me or do you have transportation,” Kyle asked. “We better go in your car, I guess,” Michael said. Then he stopped and thought a moment. “On second thought, Kyle, I’ll take my transportation. And you can go with me.” “Oh, well, I don’t know about leaving my car here…” “What’s this place called?” “The Dragon Empress.” Michael grinned slightly and called for the portal. Suddenly, Kyle was faced with something that looked eerily like a wall of smooth water or perhaps a liquid mirror standing upright in front of him. “What the… What the hell is that?” “That’s my transportation,” Michael said. “Portal, take my friend and me to the front door of the Dragon Empress Chinese Restaurant on Second Street and Elm.” Michael gave Kyle a gentle push into the portal and followed him through. They stepped out at the front door of the restaurant. Kyle watched the portal disappear with his mouth still hanging open. “Okay, I want to know how that just happened,” he said when he got his voice back. “What was that thing? How does it work?” “All in good time, Kyle,” Michael said with a smile. “I figured this would help me establish credibility for what I have to tell you. You might not believe me.” “What? You think I’m not a trusting guy?” “You said it, Kyle, not me.” Kyle nodded. “I can be hard to convince. If you’d told me about that… that… whatever it was, I wouldn’t have believed you.” “Well, there you are. Credibility, see? Now that that’s established, we can proceed to the really important stuff.” “What’s that,” Kyle asked. “Dinner,” Michael said, opening the door and showing Kyle in. “I just realized that I’m hungry and haven’t eaten all day.” <div style="text-align:center">**********</div> “So you knew Liz and Maria… and Alex,” Kyle said to Michael, as they both returned from the buffet with egg rolls, snow peas, and other traditional Chinese favorites on their plates. “Yeah.” “Pretty well?” “Yeah.” “That’s odd that I can’t remember you. How well did you know me?” “Very well,” Michael said. Michael told Kyle a few of the things he remembered about him from high school. “That does bring up an issue, though,” he said “that I’m not clear on.” “What’s that,” Kyle asked. “Tess. I heard you two were going together.” “Yeah… everyone knew that. If you knew me in high school, you should’ve known it, too.” “Yeah, I did know it. The trouble is, I don’t understand it.” “Oh, common, guy! What’s to understand? Good lookin’ girl… football jock. What? You think she wouldn’t be interested in me?” “No, no! It’s not that! I think I’d better explain a few things to you. Let me just finish this Egg Drop soup.” Michael took a bottle of Tabasco out of his pocket and poured half of it into his soup. Then he finished off the soup and proceeded to tell Kyle about the time screw-up and his former life on Antar. Kyle sat looking at Michael with a bemused sort of look. “Okay, Michael, when I think of time changing, I think of, like, Daylight Savings Time, you know, not rivers going wrong and stuff. How does one screw up time, anyway? I didn’t even know you could do that!” “Well, it’s not easy,” Michael said “but it can happen. I could be here all day trying to explain how, because I don’t understand it so well myself. Let’s save that talk for another time, okay? What I need to know is… how happy are you with your life, Kyle?” “Very,” Kyle answered. “But if you could be married to Jeliya and have a great life on Antar… with your children and friends… wouldn’t that be better?” “I don’t remember any of that. I’m not really sure I even believe it, if you really want to know the truth. You’ve got that fancy gizmo that can transport you across town in a flash, and I’m impressed… and I don’t know who but an alien would pour half a bottle of Tabasco in Egg Drop soup, but you’re asking me to believe that my whole life –as I remember it- has all been just a dream or something.” “No, not a dream,” Michael said. “It’s real… not a dream at all. You could go on living this life the way it is if you choose to, and it will be real… but there is another life out there that you could return to… I hope we all can… one that you’ve forgotten. Well, maybe forgotten isn’t exactly accurate. Technically, it’s more like it never existed for you. But it did exist in time, and you may be able to return to it. But you have to want to.” “No offense, Michael, but why would I want to do that… I mean… even if I believed that I could… or that that life really did once exist? I’ve got everything I ever wanted here. I got to play in the pros for three years before my knee got hurt. Now I make some pretty serious money as a trainer. People know me… They respect me… Okay, maybe my one marriage didn’t work out, but we were young. It just wasn’t meant to be. And it’s not like I don’t have girls interested in me. I date… all the time! I have a great life, Michael. Tell me why I should give it up!” “Maybe because you could do better,” a voice behind Kyle said. Kyle jumped and turned around to see who it was. A young lady standing behind him smiled and winked at Michael. “Liz? Liz Parker?” Kyle exclaimed, “Where did you come from? I haven’t seen you since… since Roswell! You look great!” “Thanks, Kyle… Michael!” Michael seemed to be almost as stunned as Kyle by Liz’s unexpected appearance. “I thought you might need a little help,” Liz said to Michael. “Kyle can be pretty bullheaded.” “Oh thanks, Liz,” Kyle said. “Does the whole world know it?” Liz smiled and ran a hand over Kyle’s head, mussing his hair up. “I know it. I went out with you a few times.” Kyle grinned. “Okay, yeah, I can be, sometimes, a bit bullheaded, I guess. But that’s just because I know what I want… and I was a jock. It was part of our contract: section 1b, part 7 of the jock agreement… ‘All jocks are entitled to whatever they want.’” Liz gave Kyle a little whack on the back of the head. “Obviously you never read my contract, Liz,” Kyle said, straightening his hair with his fingers. “Obviously you never read mine, Kyle.” “What contract do science preppies get, Liz?” “Science preppie contract, section 3a, part 1c and amendments… ‘Girls aspiring to be head of molecular biology research at Harvard are specifically exempt from section 1b, part 7 of the jock clause.’” “I never heard of that,” Kyle said. “Neither did I,” Michael said. “I never knew these contracts existed.” Kyle and Liz both laughed. “I was joking, Michael,” Liz said with a smile. “I wasn’t,” Kyle said. Liz whacked him again on the back of the head. “You always were the rebel, Liz,” Kyle said, straightening his hair again. “Yeah, it kept me out of trouble, Kyle… with jocks like you. That and the Pater Nostrum contract.” “Okay, what’s the Pater Nostrum contract?” “It says that at any time on any date any daughter can consider the entire jock contract null and void and use her power of adjudication to return home forthwith.” “Power of adjudication?” Liz showed Kyle a quarter. “Oh! That’s a tough contract!” “Talk to my Dad about it.” Kyle laughed and nodded. “How did you get here, Liz? I didn’t know you were in town.” “I wasn’t. Michael told me that the portal had been mine in the other time, and I decided to try it and found out that I can still use it here, too.” “I’ve created a portal monster,” Michael said. “Have you eaten, Liz?” “Yeah, thanks. I’m not hungry. I just came to give you a little support.” “Well, I seem to need it. Kyle doesn’t want any other life but the one he knows.” “Hey. It’s a great life,” Kyle said. “Why fix it if it ain’t broken? You know what I mean? I like my life!” “What would convince you, Kyle,” Liz asked. “Nothing, Liz. I really, really like my life just as it is right now, right here. I don’t see any reason to risk all of this searching for some unseen idyllic Eden.” “Then there’s nothing we can do to convince you?” Kyle shook his head. “Sorry, Liz. I like my life.” “What does that mean,” Michael asked Liz. “You’re the one who went to the future, Liz. If Kyle doesn’t want to return, what’s gonna happen?” “There’ll be no Kyle in your world. But all that is assuming, of course, that any of us will be there,” Liz said. “We don’t know that for a certainty, you know. You still have to change what happened. If you’re successful in that and Kyle doesn’t wish to return, he’ll remain where he is. He won’t exist in your branch of time.” “And Jeliya?” “She’ll marry someone else, I imagine.” “You’d give up your children, Kyle?” Michael asked. “No, of course not! But you said, yourself, they don’t exist. What you’re talking about is some pie in the sky… It’s not real. It’s something you want to create. And I’m happy here where I am.” “Okay, Kyle,” Liz said. “We wish you were going to be there, but if this is what you really want, I understand.” “Thanks,” Kyle said. “If I ever change my mind, I’ll look you up, Michael.” “It doesn’t work that way, Kyle,” Michael said. “I guess this is good bye.” Kyle nodded. Michael placed a couple of bills on the table in front of Kyle to pay his part of the check. Then he shook Kyle’s hand and walked out with Liz. Once outside, he called the portal, and they both stepped through together. “Well, you’re back home, Liz. I’ll leave you and go see what I can do with Jim. But I doubt Jim’s gonna want to go if Kyle’s not going to be there.” Liz nodded. “I’m afraid you’re right, Michael… But try anyway. Maybe if Jim would go, Kyle might change his mind.” Both of them knew that the likelihood of convincing Jim Valenti, under the circumstances, was not good. But Michael called the portal again. Then he waved at Liz and stepped through. tbc

isndbreeze · Post by **isndbreeze** » Fri Jun 06, 2003 3:09 am

The Four Faces of Rath The Sheriff Chapter 27 XXVII Stepping out of the portal, Michael found himself in a vacant quarry. He looked around but saw no one. In fact, the place virtually exuded an eerie, almost surreal emptiness of sound or life of any kind. Not even a bird or a cricket seemed to be around to break the silence. “That’s odd. I distinctly asked the portal to take me to Jim Valenti.” Suddenly, the silence was broken by a gunshot… then a sound like something hitting the ground. Michael hurried to where the sound had come from and saw something… apparently a body… in the quarry. Half climbing, half sliding down the rocky slope, he made his way to the unmoving man below. As he turned him over, he gasped… “Jim!” Michael lifted his hand and saw blood on it. He tore at Jim’s shirt and saw that Jim had been shot. Pressing two fingers to the carotid artery on Jim’s neck, Michael felt for a heartbeat. Feeling none, he began to give CPR, alternately pounding on Jim’s chest and breathing into his mouth. But after a couple of minutes, he knew that Jim was beyond his help. He was dead. In the eerie quietness that seemed to come over everything again, Michael heard a gun click behind his head. He spun around and blasted the bullet out of the air at the very moment that the shooter pulled the trigger. But if the shooter was astonished, Michael was equally at a loss for words. He stood there for several moments, his hand still in the air and his mouth open in shock… “You?” “Shut up and put your hands up over your head where I can see them, alien!” “What the hell! No! No way! In case you didn’t notice, your bullet just got blasted out of the frikkin’ air. You’re not the one in control here,” Michael said displaying the palm of his hand menacingly. “You even move again and you’ll be vaporized before you know what happened!” “Just shut up,” Kathleen said, edging down the quarry toward Michael. “I’m the one with the gun here.” “It might as well be a pea-shooter,” Michael reminded her. Kathleen frowned. “Alright, so you’ve got powers… but can you stop a barrage of bullets? This pistol’s automatic. It’s the equivalent of an UZI. Do you know what that is? If I wanted you dead, you would have been.” Kathleen pulled out a walky-talky and balanced it against one ear as she held her gun trained on Michael with the other hand. “I’m calling for backup.” Faster than Kathleen saw it coming, Michael blasted the gun out of her hand and the walky-talky out of her other hand. Kathleen let out a small scream. Michael was unsure if it was from the surprise or from the heat of his blasts, one of which had clearly burned her gun hand. “Sorry, but I can’t let you do that.” “That was government equipment,” Kathleen exclaimed threateningly. Then taking stock of her situation, she asked, “Are you going to kill me, too?” She wasn’t sure why she bothered to ask. Of course, he was going to kill her. She knew that. She was at his mercy; and if there was one thing she had been taught in the unit, it was that these aliens did not know the meaning of the word mercy. “What do you mean, ‘too?’” Michael asked. “You’re the freak that shot Valenti! Not me!” “I didn’t shoot him,” Kathleen said. “I heard a gunshot, and when I got over here, you were standing over him.” “But I don’t have a gun,” Michael said. “You do.” Kathleen looked at her burned hand. “Okay, you did,” Michael corrected. “So did he,” Kathleen said, pointing at Jim. “But I doubt he killed himself. Somebody killed him.” Michael nodded. “Yeah… so if it wasn’t me… and it wasn’t you… Who was it?” “The aliens,” Kathleen said, still looking at Michael with suspicion. “You… or one of your buddies.” “Who taught you to be so afraid of things you don’t understand,” Michael asked. “Was it the secret alien unit that you work for?” “You seem to know a lot about me. Too bad I don’t know as much about your kind,” Kathleen replied sullenly. I didn’t get into this unit to kill e.t.’s, but I’ve been shown what your kind has done. I’ve seen pictures of the handprints on mutilated bodies. I’ve heard about your ruthlessness… I’ve seen it. Why shouldn’t I be… cautious?” Kathleen reached down at her feet and picked up a piece of something that looked like skin. It vanished in her hand. Michael’s jaw dropped a couple of inches… “Skins? Here? But if the royal four were never here in this time… why skins? What did they come here for?” “Don’t play the innocent,” Kathleen said. “An Earthling wouldn’t be able to put that ‘I’m so innocent’ crap over on me, and neither can you.” “You weren’t afraid of me in a different place and time,” Michael said. Kathleen scowled and tried to smile to show that she wasn’t afraid, but her fear was palpable in spite of her masterful attempt to hide it. “What different place and time?” “I’m going to show you,” Michael said. “Portal!” Kathleen gasped, momentarily distracted by the unexpected apparition in front of her, and Michael shoved her into the portal. “The palace on Antar,” he said simply. <div style="text-align:center">**********</div> As the portal disappeared, Kathleen looked around her at the now alien landscape. In some ways, it was not too unlike what she was familiar with on Earth, but there were differences. For one thing, in the distance, she could see an ocean… a golden colored ocean. And in the sky, she thought she saw more than one moon. And in both directions, extending outward like the sides of a large “V” from the planet she was on, she saw several other planets lined up, faintly but clearly visible even in the daylight. “What did you do to me? Where am I? Why did you kidnap me?” “I think it’s called ‘abduction’ when we do it, isn’t it,” Michael asked with a touch of sarcasm. Kathleen nodded. “So why did you abduct me? Are you going to tie me up and torture me?” “Don’t tempt me,” Michael said. “Actually, I needed to bring you here to show you that we’re not monsters. We’re just like you. We’re not on Earth to hurt anyone.” “You could’ve fooled me,” Kathleen said with a bit of forced bravado. “What about the mutilated bodies? The handprints?” Michael shook his head. “I don’t know. Maybe the skins… I don’t know…” “What’s a skin? You keep saying that.” “That piece of skin you found… It was from an… alien, I guess… but not like me. They shed their skin, because it was grown for them. They can’t live in Earth’s atmosphere without a specially-grown ‘husk.’” “You’re freaking me out,” Kathleen said. “And I didn’t think anyone could do that! So what you’re saying is that there are bad aliens and good aliens? You expect me to believe that?” “Aren’t there bad Earthlings and good Earthlings?” Kathleen thought about it a moment. “I guess so.” “Of course there are! You know there are! Why wouldn’t aliens be the same?” “Because they’re aliens,” Kathleen said. “Because they’re all here to infiltrate us and take over our planet…” “Here? Your planet?” Kathleen looked around and paled slightly. “Well, not here, I guess… Earth, I mean. Where are we?” “Antar,” Michael said. “My planet. You like it?” “How did we get here? How do I get back?” “I thought you didn’t believe in alien mercy. You think I’m going to send you back?” Kathleen shook her head, and Michael suddenly realized that she really did not expect to survive this, much less ever return home. Suddenly, he felt an uncomfortable streak of compassion for this person who had threatened to shoot him just minutes before. “Listen,” Michael said, opening the door of the palace that led to the terrace on which they had appeared, “You must be thirsty. Let’s go inside.” Kathleen still did not trust Michael, but she was pragmatically resigned to her fate, whatever that might be. She followed Michael into the palace. Michael led her to the foyer where Zan and Ava were sitting together on a sofa reading the daily CoruzAntar newspaper. “Zan… Ava…” Michael said in Antarian. “We have a visitor… from Earth.” “Urth?” Zan repeated, looking up at Kathleen. “Eluymer,” Michael corrected. “Sit down! Sit down!” Zan said to Kathleen in Antarian. She didn’t understand, but Ava rushed to get Kathleen a pillow to lean on, and Kathleen sat down and nodded gratefully. “This is Kathleen Topolsky of Eluymer,” Michael said. Then to Kathleen, he said, in English, “Kathleen, this is Zan, the King of Antar, and Ava, the Queen of Antar.” Kathleen was initially stunned but then found her voice… “Oh, uh, thank you… It’s a pleasure… I think… your majesties.” Zan smiled. “Did she come willingly, Michael? She looks scared… and her hand appears to be burned.” Michael shrugged. “I had some things to prove to her. It was the only way I knew how. Maybe you could look at her hand?” Zan reached out and took Kathleen’s hand in his own left hand. She reflexively pulled back, but he calmly took it again and placed his right hand over the top of it. As he did, her hand began to glow with a greenish light, and the pain of the burn –and all the redness- disappeared as she watched. “Thank you,” Kathleen managed to say with quiet shock in her voice, as she looked at her hand and saw that it no longer had a trace of a burn on it. “Kathleen and I have been a bit parched by the afternoon sun on Eluymer, and we’re both very thirsty. If you’ll forgive me, Zan, I’ll go get us something to drink.” Ava was up in a flash. “I’ll do that, Michael. You relax with your guest.” Ava rushed off toward the dining area and returned in no time with two large glasses of yellow water. “What’s this?” Kathleen asked, looking at it suspiciously; but her thirst got the better of her, and she sipped it without waiting for an answer. Michael translated Kathleen’s question. “It’s water,” Ava said. “It’s directly from the Golden Sea… but don’t worry… It’s been desalinated. The Golden Sea water is the purest and best that exists.” Michael translated Ava’s remarks for Kathleen, but she had already finished the water and was asking for more. “I guess you’ve never seen yellow water before,” Michael said with a smile. “Sure I have,” Kathleen said between gulps, “but I wouldn’t have drank it!” Michael chuckled. “Well, where I came from, I would have offered you a glass of iced tea, but since I never grew up on Earth in this time, Antarians have never seen tea and haven’t developed a taste for it or synthesized it here. So you get yellow water.” “It’s great!” Kathleen exclaimed. “Yellow or not, it’s the best water I’ve ever had!” “You’re not afraid we’ll poison you?” Michael asked. “Well… if you’re going to then you’re going to… and I’m thirsty. I might as well enjoy it. It tastes divine! At least I won’t die thirsty.” “It is good,” Michael agreed. “I’ve got to get the process for desalinizing it when I return. We drank spring water where I came from. It’s clear… like Earth water. But this is really good!” Kathleen finished her second glass of water and leaned back thankfully on the pillow. Then she looked at Zan and Ava… and at Michael. “Why did you bring me here,” she asked Michael. “If you’re not going to torture me or kill me or study me… what do you want with me? I’m being treated like a guest… I don’t understand.” Michael translated Kathleen’s remarks for Zan and Ava, and Ava replied in Antarian. “She said that you are a guest,” Michael translated for Kathleen. “As long as you’re here, you’ll be treated well… as a guest.” “Why,” Kathleen asked again. “You wanted to shoot me back there,” Michael said, “and I couldn’t let you do that.” “Well, I know that, but you could have just killed me.” “Yeah… I could have.” Michael nodded. “But that would have just messed up my plans something terrible.” Kathleen looked at Michael quizzically. “What plans? You have plans for me?” “Yeah. It’s probably a good thing that you’re sitting down and have a pillow behind you, Kathleen, because what I’m going to tell you could be hard to believe… for you.” “What?” Kathleen looked at him suspiciously. “In a different… branch of time, I guess you’d call it… I grew up on Earth. So did Zan and Ava here. We were teenagers going to Roswell High School, and you were… well, doing what you’re doing now… working for the FBI trying to catch aliens… us. But in that branch of time, you found out what the Unit was really doing to us, and you tried to help us. This got you locked up in an insane asylum where no one could ever find you again but your ex-associates. And they did torture you. Ava rescued you. She was a teenager then… Now, in this timeline, she and Zan are in their nineties. That’s a whole story in itself, though.” Kathleen gasped. “You mean I let you run to get me a glass of water and you’re ninety-something? How old do you live to be?” Michael translated, and Ava smiled. “We’re quite fit, thank you. And we could live to a maximum of two hundred fifty or so… if we’re lucky. The average is closer to two hundred. We’re almost in the middle.” “Not quite yet,” Zan corrected her. Ava smiled again. “Zan will never admit that he is getting older. He still rides his yoriths and goes fishing in the Stareen River at least a few days each month. We both stay active.” Michael translated again for Kathleen, and she shook her head incredulously. “If Ava rescued me in this other time your talking about… what became of me? I know the people I work with. I wouldn’t have been able to just reappear in society.” “No, you couldn’t. That’s why Ava… We called her Tess there… brought you here to Antar. You married Jim Valenti and you made your lives here.” “Wait… Wait a minute! I married Jim Valenti? Sheriff Valenti?” “Yeah.” Kathleen laughed. “What’s so funny,” Michael asked. “Me marrying Valenti! Well, I guess he is kind of good looking… and I have been trying to get closer to him. But it was to get information… you know?” “Was it?” Michael asked. “Yeah,” Kathleen said. But as she thought about it, she knew that that wasn’t entirely true. She did like Jim. But it was too late now… “Jim’s dead,” Kathleen said. “Maybe,” Michael agreed. “No maybes,” Kathleen said. “I saw him… I know dead when I see it. Jim was dead. Unless… you can bring him back like you healed my hand…” She looked at Zan. “No.” Michael shook his head. “He’s dead. In this time, he’s not coming back. We can’t do that. We don’t have that power. Kryys could have done it… if he’d been there… in this time… but he wasn’t. He isn’t.” “If I’m right about where you’re going with this,” Kathleen said, “you’re about to ask me to go with you to some other time or something… ?” “Sort of,” Michael agreed, “but not exactly. I’m going to return you to Earth in your own time… exactly where you came from.” Kathleen’s heart jumped for a moment, but then she was surprised to realize that she actually felt a twinge of regret and sadness that she would be returning to what she had left… Jim was dead. The idea of going somewhere where he might be alive again was oddly enticing even if it did sound totally crazy. “The only thing I need from you,” Michael said, “is for you to want the life you had on Antar in my time. You have to want to return.” Kathleen was silent for a long time. Then she asked… “Was I happy in your time… with Jim?” Michael smiled. He told her about her son, Danyy, and his pawgor and about Jim’s adventures on Antar and how she and Jim had helped save the children from the Ghors. After Michael had finished telling her everything he could think of that might make her want to return, he sat back and watched her face. “What would I have to do to return… you know… to that life,” Kathleen asked. “I don’t know yet,” Michael said honestly. “I just know that you have to be willing to return or you won’t. And Jim has to be willing to return.” “Well, I think that’s probably preferable for him, don’t you?” Michael nodded his agreement. “But no one can predict human behavior. He could prefer to be dead rather than go to another planet that he doesn’t even remember or know.” “Not if I’m there,” Kathleen said with a grin. “I think I can say that with some certainty.” Michael just smiled. “You ready to go back?” Kathleen nodded. Michael called the portal. Kathleen looked around her and touched Zan and Ava on the hand with a smile. They understood and smiled back at her. Then Kathleen kissed Michael on the cheek quickly and stepped into the portal. tbc

vecastone · Post by **vecastone** » Fri Jun 06, 2003 10:07 am

What a great update !!!!! Awesome. Ok so now that Valenti is dead , Kyle would want to live on Antar and we have another one to add to our list. I enjoyed Liz appearance !! But I wanted to know what did she live or go through when she had used the portal the first time?? Did she see Max ?? What did she feel, seeing him , his true love and seeing what she was missing in this other life time ?? <img src=http://www.ezboard.com/intl/aenglish/im ... s/wink.gif ALT=";)"> <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/love.gif ALT=":love"> <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/slinkie.gif ALT=":slinkie"> <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/slinkie.gif ALT=":slinkie"> <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/slinkie.gif ALT=":slinkie"> <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/slinkie.gif ALT=":slinkie"> <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/slinkie.gif ALT=":slinkie"> I want to know moreeeeeeeeee !! <img src=http://www.ezboard.com/intl/aenglish/im ... /smile.gif ALT=":)">

isndbreeze · Post by **isndbreeze** » Mon Jun 09, 2003 1:07 am

The Four Faces of Rath Tracking Down A Killer Chapter 28 XXVIII Kathleen Topolsky stepped out of the portal where she had entered it… at the quarry. She bent over Jim and rolled his face over carefully. She looked at him for a moment… then she kissed him lightly on the forehead. “I really hope you get that second chance, Jim… for both of us,” she whispered. She wiped the back of her hand across her eyes and then looked at it, surprised to see that it was moist… that there were actually tears in her eyes. She hadn’t realized that Jim’s death had affected her this much. Maybe it was because now she knew what they might have had together… in another life. Kathleen gently laid his head back as it had been and stood up. As she turned, she was surprised to see someone pointing a gun at her. And it wasn’t an alien. “You going to shoot me, Zwolinski?” “I might… if I find out you’re an alien sympathizer… like the sheriff there.” “You shot Jim?” “Jim is it? We’re getting mighty cozy, aren’t we, Topolsky? First name basis and all… What did you and Jim boy have going on?” “Nothing, Zwolinski… nothing you’d understand… If you’re going to shoot me, do it. I’m unarmed, as you can see. Shouldn’t be a problem for you.” Zwolinski scowled. “I didn’t come to shoot you, Topolsky. And sorry to have to admit it, but I didn’t knock Jim boy there off either.” “Who did then?” “I don’t know. Maybe one of his alien pals.” “Jim didn’t know any aliens, Zwolinski.” “Shows what you know, Topolsky. You don’t have the nose for this that I do.” “What aliens?” “That girl over at the high school, for one… the one who was going with a football jock… Her stepfather, for another. And then there was another girl… Courtney or something…” “I don’t know anything about them,” Kathleen said. “Well, it was a few years back, Topolsky… maybe fifteen years ago.” “And you’re still holding that against Jim?” “He helped aliens.” “Jim Valenti was the sheriff. It was his job to help people.” “He knew they were aliens.” “Why didn’t I know any of this,” Kathleen asked. “You’re not as good as me… not as thorough. It’s that simple. I make it my job to know things.” Zwolinski replaced his gun in its holder and climbed back up the side of the quarry. “Well, whatcha waitin’ for, Topolsky? You didn’t think I was going to carry you out, did you?” “You? Not a chance,” Kathleen replied, climbing the side of the quarry with more agility and speed than the aging, but still kicking, Zwolinski had. “We’ll need to notify the sheriff’s office so they can come and get Jim’s… I mean the sheriff’s body.” “Why?” Zwolinski asked. Kathleen just glared at him without replying. “I know you don’t care who killed the sheriff, Zwolinski, but if it’s all the same to you, I do. I’m going to look around here and see if there might be any clues. You can slither on back to your den. I guess there’s nothing more for you to do here.” “That’s where you’re wrong, Topolsky. See, you’re jumping to conclusions again. Matter of fact, I do care who killed the sheriff. Just ‘cause he was a no-good traitor doesn’t mean any alien scum can just come along and take him out. We’ll look for clues together.” Kathleen frowned. “And what if it wasn’t an alien?” “Still no good. We gotta uphold the law, you know.” Kathleen raised her eyebrows a bit but held her tongue. “You look over that way,” Zwolinski said. “I’ll go the other direction. We can cover more ground that way.” Kathleen nodded and headed off in the direction Zwolinski had indicated to her. She was just glad to be away from Zwolinski. He may have been a supervisor in the department, but he was a total jackass to work with, and Kathleen wasn’t reluctant to let him know so whenever she felt like it. For the first ten to fifteen minutes, Kathleen saw nothing. Slowly, she began to realize that she also heard nothing. It was eerie. There was no sound at all… not a cricket… not a bird… not even a breeze or a leaf rustling. It just didn’t seem natural. A slight shiver ran up Kathleen’s spine, and she looked around to make sure that no one was following her. She had a feeling… one that she wouldn’t have been able to explain… that she was being watched from somewhere. She looked behind her. Then, as she turned back again, she was hit from behind and knocked to her knees. Looking up, her head still spinning, Kathleen saw that a young woman was now standing there. She had wavy blonde hair and greenish eyes… and in her right hand, there was a length of pipe. “Where did you come from? I just looked, and there was no one behind me. Who are you?” The girl looked at Kathleen for a few moments without answering. Then she laid the other end of the pipe across her open left hand and stared dispassionately at the young woman she had just knocked down… “Tess,” she said at last. “It’s Tess. I guess it’s not going to matter if you know. You won’t be leaving here with the information.” “Why would you want to kill me,” Kathleen asked, trying to make conversation with the girl and perhaps give herself time to think of a way to get out of this mess. Unfortunately, it didn’t look like there was much she could do. She could rush the girl, but it didn’t look like this girl would be easily caught off guard. She could try reasoning… No, she could tell that that wasn’t going to work. Maybe a distraction… if she had one. Kathleen stared past the young woman standing in front of her. “Whatcha lookin’ at?” “Nothing.” The girl smiled. “I know. You thought I’d think there was someone behind me and look back. It’s an old trick… even for a stupid Earthling.” “Suit yourself,” Kathleen said. The girl looked uneasy for a moment but decided to stand her ground and take the chance that Kathleen was bluffing. “Yeah… I will suit myself,” she said, taking the length of pipe on one end with both hands. Kathleen saw it coming and tried to put her hands over her head to protect herself. There was a sickening thud. Kathleen heard it but didn’t immediately feel anything. Then she felt someone shaking her. Slowly, she opened her eyes. “Come on, Topolsky! Get up,” Zwolinski said, tossing a ten-pound rock down beside her. Kathleen looked at the unmoving girl on the ground. “Is she dead?” Zwolinski felt for a pulse and checked the wound on her head. “Naw… too bad. But then again maybe it’s better this way. I’ll be able to dissect her while she’s still alive.” Kathleen looked at Zwolinski and cringed. “Alive?” “Yeah. Don’t sweat it. Aliens aren’t like us. They don’t feel pain or love or anything like that.” “I wonder,” Kathleen said under her breath. “What? You wonder if they do?” “No. I wonder if you do… if you ever did.” “Not that it’s any of your damn business, Topolsky, but… yeah, I did… once.” “That’s a tale I’d like to hear,” Kathleen said sarcastically. Zwolinski looked at her for a moment. Then to her surprise, he sat down on the rocks beside her. “You see, Topolsky, I had a mother once… A lot of people don’t believe that, but it’s true… and a father… and two sisters and an older brother. I was the youngest in my family. When I was seven, I came home from school one day –I was in second grade. It was February 7, a Tuesday… and I found them all –my whole family- murdered.” Kathleen gasped and looked at Zwolinski with obvious shock and new compassion in her eyes. “I never knew. I’m so sorry, Zwolinski. That must have been so hard on you… seven years old!” Zwolinski shrugged. “It made me tough. It made me what I am today… driven… to find their murderers… and to avenge my family somehow.” “You think aliens murdered your family?” “I know aliens murdered my family. I saw two of them. They killed my mother while I watched… and I couldn’t help her. One of them placed his hand on her chest. The air began to glow red around his hand. Then she fell over, and the alien fled out the back door with his companion. I ran to my mother and tried to wake her up, but she wouldn’t…” “I’m sorry,” Kathleen repeated quietly.” “She had a handprint on her chest,” Zwolinski continued, “a silver handprint. It was burned right through her dress. The others all had handprints, too. I found them in different parts of the house… all dead.” Kathleen touched Zwolinski on the shoulder, but he moved her hand away. “Don’t get mushy on me, Topolsky. I’ve learned to deal with it… and it was a long time ago. Cutting these aliens up is all the therapy I need.” “I’m not so sure about that,” Kathleen said. “Listen, help me get this girl up to the top, will ya? We need to get back to the lab.” Kathleen looked at the blonde girl and at Zwolinski. She couldn’t decide which one to help. She wound up taking the girl by one arm, as Zwolinski took her by the other one. Then the two of them climbed out of the quarry with the unconscious girl between them. <div style="text-align:center">**********</div> “This is wrong, Zwolinski,” Kathleen said, removing the surgical mask Zwolinski had given her to put over her face. “You just can’t dissect people…” “Aliens,” Zwolinski corrected. “Okay, aliens, then. You can’t dissect living aliens… beings.” “Didn’t you dissect a live frog in high school biology class ever, Topolsky?” Kathleen looked at him. “I felt bad about it. I don’t… It’s not the same, Zwolinski! This isn’t a frog!” “Might as well be, Topolsky. Got about as much feelings or right to live as one.” “Frogs have a right to live, Zwolinski.” “Frogs I don’t have a problem with. I don’t dissect frogs, Topolsky.” Kathleen let out a frustrated sigh. This was getting her nowhere, and Zwolinski was ready to start the dissection. “Take that little suction device over there, Topolsky, and suction out the blood so I can see what I’m doing as I cut.” Suddenly, the girl stirred and opened her eyes. She was well restrained, hands and legs securely held by straps attached to the gurney. “Ah, you’re awake,” Zwolinski said. “Good! You can watch!” Suddenly, as Zwolinski walked toward the gurney, the girl began to change. A strong light filled the room for a moment, and when Zwolinski and Kathleen could see again, the girl was gone. The straps dangled freely at the sides of the bed. Kathleen looked up in time to see a crow squeeze through a narrow opening at the top of a high window in the room then fly away. Zwolinski appeared too shocked to speak. He looked for all the world like a child who had just lost his lollipop. tbc Edited by: <A HREF=http://pub129.ezboard.com/bmajiklmoonsr ... dbreeze</A> <IMG HEIGHT=10 WIDTH=10 SRC="http://users.aol.com/isndbreeze/aim116b.jpg" BORDER=0> at: 6/14/03 12:29 am

isndbreeze · Post by **isndbreeze** » Mon Jun 09, 2003 2:06 am

Thanks, Vecastone! Well, we may find out more about what Liz saw a bit later in the story. That's my plan, but I'll have to take it up with the muse when I get there. <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/lol.gif ALT=":lol"> Storylines have a way of morphing and changing as they go along. But that is my plan. Here's another chapter. The mystery deepens. <div style="text-align:center"><img src="http://users.aol.com/isndbreeze/skysymb ...   Gerry - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Hopeless Candy-Coated, Stargazing, Dreamer! - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -</div>

Post by **majiklmoon** » Mon Jun 09, 2003 8:10 am

that was a positively <img src=http://www.ezboard.com/intl/aenglish/im ... /devil.gif ALT=":evil"> place to stop...<img src=http://www.ezboard.com/intl/aenglish/im ... /devil.gif ALT=":evil"> <img src=http://www.ezboard.com/intl/aenglish/im ... /devil.gif ALT=":evil"> <img src=http://www.ezboard.com/intl/aenglish/im ... /devil.gif ALT=":evil"> <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>

vecastone · Post by **vecastone** » Mon Jun 09, 2003 11:45 am

GOOD !!! I REMEMBER THAT AGENT ZWOLINSKI !!!! THANK YOU FOR THE UPDATE KEEP GOING !! <img src=http://www.uniquehardware.co.uk/server- ... bounce.gif ALT=":green"> <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/slinkie.gif ALT=":slinkie"> <img src=http://www.uniquehardware.co.uk/server- ... bounce.gif ALT=":green"> <img src=http://www.ezboard.com/intl/aenglish/im ... /smile.gif ALT=":)">

Post by **roswellkitkat** » Mon Jun 09, 2003 2:04 pm

And the plot thickens...<img src=http://www.uniquehardware.co.uk/server- ... humpup.gif ALT=":thumbsup"> <div style="text-align:center">Words are, of course, the most powerful drug used by mankind.</div> <div style="text-align:center">Rudyard Kipling, English author</div>

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