Synchronicity - Teen/Adult - Part 8 - 7/14/11

[majiklmoon]

I've actually been thinking about it...I've been back in school and it's making the whole fan fic thing more challenging than ever before, but i'll see what i can do

[Roswell Aliens]

pleeezz write more, I really enjoy this!

[majiklmoon]

hmmmm......thinking

[majiklmoon]

Title: Synchronicity

Rating: Teen/Adult

Summary: Takes place after Consanguinity. It’s been a happy time for humans and aliens alike. They’ve had the opportunity to just be regular teenagers enjoying a typical teenage life. But all of that is about to change.
Disclaimer: Disclaimer: Melinda Metz created them. Jason Katims and 20th Century Fox own them. I’m just borrowing them.

Chapter Seven

He read the dossier one last time to ensure himself that he had his cover down. Playing the part of a

small town deputy would be a challenge for him. He was more of a take charge type of person rather

than a follow orders type of person, but he was also dedicated, and would do whatever he had to do.

He flipped down the visor and gave himself a quick cursory glance in the mirror. He flipped the visor up,

opened the door and stepped out into the hot New Mexico sun. He made a few quick adjustments to

his uniform and made his way up the steps to the Roswell Sheriff’s office.

“Thanks for letting us sleep over, Mrs. Evans,” Liz said to Tess and Isabel’s mother.

“I’m always glad to have you girls over here,” Diane replied with a smile. “Are you sure you don’t want

me to fix you some snacks or anything?”

“That’s okay Mom,” Isabel interjected hurriedly. “We’re going to order pizza, and eat junk food. You

know, just like the slumber parties you used to have with your friends.”

Diane Evans smiled reminiscently thinking about the long passed days of innocence, and kissed both her

daughters on the cheek. She laid a passing hand on Maria and Liz’s shoulders as she exited the kitchen.

“That was close,” said Tess. “I thought she was going to cook for us.”

“You’re mom can’t be that bad a cook,” Maria said.

“Yes she is,” Isabel and Tess replied in concert. “That doesn’t matter,” Isabel continued. “This isn’t a
traditional slumber party, but my mother doesn’t need to know that.”

“Yeah,” Liz replied a little glumly. “It’s a ‘lets’ all gawk at Liz’s dreams’ party. And can I just say I’m so
not thrilled to be the guest of honor.”

“Noted,” said Isabel, “Now let’s order some pizza and make some pop corn so my mother doesn’t get

suspicious.”

“You mean she’s not suspicious about you having all of us over here and Max and Michael having a sleep

over at Kyle’s,” Maria asked.

“Boys don’t have sleepovers,” Tess said, mimicking Michael’s tone from earlier that afternoon. “They

hang out.”

Laughter exploded from the four girls, and for a few minutes, they were typical teenagers again, without

any worries. But as so often happens, they were quickly brought back to reality as Liz’s hand began to

emit glowing green sparks.

“Come on, Liz,” Tess whispered. “Remember what Kyle said. Just relax, and find your center. Don’t

stress, just let it all go.”

Liz closed her eyes and took several deep breathes and tried to envision a peaceful scene in her mind.

Within seconds, she could feel her heart rate decrease and her breathing slow. She opened one eye,

and then the other and smiled when she looked down at her hands.

“You did it, chica,” Maria said, reaching out to grab Liz’s hand.

“Yeah, but now we have to pop the popcorn the regular way,” Liz joked.

Michael chugged the last of his root beer and let out with a loud and unapologetic belch. He dropped

one leg on the Valenti’s coffee table with a thud and rested his head on the back of the comfortable,

albeit threadbare sofa.

“God, Michael, you are such a pig,” Alex said. “Explain to me again what Maria actually sees in you?”

“And get your feet off of the table,” Kyle added. “My father will have a cow. Only he gets to put his

feet on the table.”

“Relax,” said Michael. “You’re father’s not even here. Besides, if he were, I’d just”

“You’d just what, Mr. Evans?” Jim Valenti asked, standing in the doorway, arms full of pizza boxes.

“Oh, uh, nothing, Sir, Sheriff, Sir,” Michael said, jumping to his feet while his friends laughed. “Here let

me help you with those.”

Michael took the boxes from the Sheriff’s hands and submitted to the good-natured cuff to the head

that Jim delivered. He put the boxes on the now empty coffee table, while Kyle went into the kitchen

and returned with plates and a bottle of Tabasco sauce.

“So I didn’t know boys had sleepovers,” Jim said as he watched the four teens descend on the pizza like

a plague of locust.

“It’s not a sleepover,” Michael said through mouthful of pepperoni, sausage and pineapple pizza. “We’re

just hanging out!”

“Right,” Jim said his voice ripe with doubt. “I’m sure there’s something else going on, but if you don’t

want to tell me, that’s fine. Just remember, I’m here if you need me.”

“Thanks Sheriff,” Max said. “Really, it’s nothing big. The girls are the ones having a sleepover, so we’re

at loose ends tonight and figured we’d just hang out.”

“If you say so. I’m going to head back to the station. It’s the damndest thing. I’ve been asking for

years for more manpower and today, out of the blue, we a new deputy shows up.”

“Well, isn’t that a good thing? Alex asked as he reached for another slice of pizza.

“It should be, but I don’t know. Something doesn’t seem quite right about him,” the Sheriff

said. “Anyhow, that’s my worry, not yours. Don’t stay up too late, and have fun doing your nails,” he

joked as he headed out the door.

“As if,” Michael grumbled. “That’s probably what the girls are doing. That and doing their hair.”

“Yeah, and doing their makeup and dancing and having pillow fights,” added Kyle.

All four boys stopped and thought for a minute about their girlfriends jumping around and hitting each

other with pillows.

“Okay, let’s focus here,” Max said, a blush rising on his cheeks. “Alex, have you heard from Isabel yet?

“Yeah, a little bit ago,” he answered. “She said they were going to eat for a while and watch a movie

to keep your parents from getting suspicious and she’d text us when it was time to try and do the group

dream walk thing.”

“Great, so we’re supposed to sit here for the next couple of hours while they watch a movie and do

what?” Michael groused.

“Well, we could always do each other’s nails,” Kyle joked and then ducked as a barrage of pillows, plates

and napkins flew through the air at him.

[majiklmoon]

Title: Synchronicity

Rating: Teen/Adult

Disclaimer: Disclaimer: Melinda Metz created them. Jason Katims and 20th Century Fox own them. I’m just borrowing them.

Chapter Eight

Jim Valenti closed the door to his office at the Roswell Sheriff Department. This was one phone call he didn’t want anybody to overhear. He picked up the phone and dialed and waited impatiently for the call to be answered.

“Bill? Jim Valenti here. How are you, you old son of a gun?” Jim said into the phone. “How’s Cindy doing?”

Jim sat back and listened as his old friend caught him up on his life. Good manners dictated he deal with the social small talk before he could get to the reason why he called. As he listened to his friend go on, he flipped through the folder that sat on his desk. Something didn’t seem quite right about their newest deputy, and he was determined to figure out what it was.

“So what can I do for you, Jim?” Bill finally asked.

“I know this is going to sound strange, but we had a new deputy transfer here this week, and while I’m grateful for the extra manpower, I’m a little confused. I’ve been asking for more help for years and every year, I get turned down, and then this year, when I didn’t ask, out of the blue a new deputy shows up. Do you know anything about it? His name is Fisher.”

“W-e-l-l,” Bill said drawing out the word. “No, I can’t say that I do. But remember what I always used to say about gift horses? Look Jim, I have to get going, you should come up to the house some time. Cindy would love to see you.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’d love to,” said Jim. “And thanks, thanks a lot.” Jim hung up the phone and looked thoughtful. He remembered exactly what Bill used to say about gift horses. “Forget not looking them in the mouth, watch out because gift horses often come with strings attached, not reins and their shit stinks.” Jim leafed through the paperwork in the folder. He didn’t particularly want this gift horse, but he’d keep him. Bill also used to say “Keep your friends close and your enemies closer,” and Jim decided that he and Deputy Fisher were going to become very, very close.

(At the Evans house)

Isabel looked at the sleeping forms of her sister and her two best friends. She wasn’t sure if the boys were asleep, but she was getting tired herself. If she was going to try and dream walk all of them, now was the time. She reached for one of the framed photographs that decorated her nightstand and slipped the picture out of the frame. She smiled, remembering the day it was taken. It had been incredibly hot, even for Roswell, and the eight of them had gone to the Roswell city pool. They’d just finished playing a no holds barred game of chicken in the pool and were relaxing on the grass eating the lunches they brought from the CrashDown.

“We need a picture,” Isabel had decided. Ever prepared, she reached into her bag and pulled out a camera, batted her eyes at a passing male and then bullied everyone into position.
She sighed remembering the all too brief time of innocence they had that summer. They were normal, at least for a little while. She smiled as she looked at the picture. The sunlight glinted off of Liz’s hated braces. It had taken a lot of coaxing on Liz’s part to convince Isabel to use her powers to help her teeth straighten faster, and Maria had convinced Tess to give her a tattoo on her collar bone. Okay maybe having powers and using them to fix teeth and give people tattoos wasn’t the traditional normal, but she’d give anything to have those days again.

Knowing she had to try, Isabel slipped under her covers and covered the picture with her entire hand, and allowed herself to drift off into the dream plane. She walked aimlessly in an empty room for a while, searching for her siblings and for her friends. A door on the far wall opened, and in walked Michael, and the room was instantly transformed to a race track. Isabel watched the cars screaming around the track for several minutes, and enjoyed the sight of her brother dressed in racing gear checking out a car.

The door opened again, and Max walked in and the scene shifted to a park. Isabel looked around and she could see Max and Liz sitting on a blanket with a picnic basket spread out in front of them. She mock gagged a little, and laughed when she noticed Maria standing next to her making disgusted faces at the romantic couple.

“I don’t understand,” Isabel said to Maria. “When Michael came in, the dream was of a race track, and well you see what Max’s dream is. Why didn’t the dream shift when you came in?”

“You’re asking me to explain alien powers to you? Maria asked, incredulously. “I don’t have a clue.”

“Well do you remember what you were dreaming about?” asked Isabel.

“No, but look, here comes Kyle. Maybe he can remember his dream or something,” Maria said, pointing across the grassy expanse.

“This is so not my grid system,” Kyle grumbled when he arrived to where Maria and Isabel were waiting.

“No, it isn’t,” said Isabel. “Kyle, what were you dreaming about, do you remember?”

“I wasn’t,” he said. “Or if I was, I don’t remember it. Damn, I was hoping this would work, I wanted to find out more about what’s happening to Liz and me.”

“Look, there are Tess and Alex,” said Maria, pointing toward the gazebo in the park. With their instruments of course. Kyle, you go get them, and I’ll go get Romeo and Juliet. Isabel, can you grab the Mario Andretti wanna be and we can try and figure this out.”
Isabel watched as Maria walked across the grass and shook her head. Obviously Maria was dreaming about being in charge or something because she was never this forceful and organized in the waking world.

The all came together, grumbling about leaving their dreams and none grumbled louder than Michael who kept saying he had been just about to cross the finish line.

“So wait, you were all still having your individual dreams?” asked Isabel.

“Well, I was at Daytona Speedway, grumbled Michael.

“And I was playing my guitar at a concert,” said Alex “and then Tess showed up.”

“Tess, what were you dreaming?” Kyle asked and then spun around. “Wait, where’s Tess? She was right here.”

“Maybe she woke up?” said a confused Isabel. “I don’t know, maybe this isn’t going to work. “Max, were you and Liz both dreaming about a picnic in the park?”

“I was,” answered Max. “Liz was just there.” He looked around to find that Liz was missing. “I guess she was a part of my dream and not here in her own dream,” he added.

“Can I try something?” asked Kyle. “Isabel, I may need you to help me. I want to try and control the dream and see if we can find my grid.”

“Why not,” Isabel answered, her voice filled with disgust. She’d had such hopes for this experiment, but it was looking like a colossal failure.

“Um, maybe we should, I don’t know, hold hands or something,” Kyle said. “So we don’t, like, get lost along the way.”

“Fine,” answered Alex, grabbing Isabel with one hand and Kyle with the other, “but don’t think this means I’m going to Prom with you.”

The group joined hands, and Kyle focused on the grid pattern that had been filling his dreams for the past few nights. He felt a burst of power surge through him and watched in amazement as the park faded away and the grid patterned room appeared around them.

“Did you do that, or did I?” he asked Isabel.

“I think she did,” she whispered and pointed. Across the room, lay Liz in a huddled mass on the floor while Tess knelt beside her softly stroking her back.