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Posted: **Fri Oct 29, 2004 10:11 pm**

Disclaimer: Roswell, and its characters do not belong to me. Melinda Metz, Jason Katims and 20th Century Fox have that particular pleasure. I’m simply borrowing them until the Season 2 DVD’s get released. Chapter Seventy Seven – Summits, Meetings and Surprises, Oh My! The summit meeting with the cabinet members went better than anybody could have ever expected. Many of them knew of the plan to send cloned embryos away for safekeeping, but fewer of them were aware of how far the duplicity of Kivar actually went. To find out that the two sets of embryos were mixed together came as a shock to many of the cabinet members as did the news that the cloned embryos of their beloved king managed to beat the statistical odds and survive to maturity without any obvious defects or deviations. This news caused a wave of discord and discontent among the cabinet members as they tried to decide who should rule over Antar. Max and Zan observed the proceedings, but both were reluctant to step forward and act as king. “We have to do something,” Max whispered to Zan. “Hey, you’re the king,” said Zan. “You do it.” “You’re forgetting something,” said Max. “We’re both the king and we can both rule Antar. For that matter, so could Liz, Isabel, Kyle, or any of the others.” “Do they know that, yet?” Zan asked, inclining his head towards the cabinet members. “I’m not sure, why?” asked Max. “Well, for once, I have an idea. Just go along with me, okay?” “Okay,” Max said, warily. He could only hope Zan’s idea didn’t include abdicating the throne in favor of him. He hadn’t yet had a chance to tell Zan and the others about his plan, and he couldn’t do anything until they all agreed to go along with it. Especially Zan. A loud piercing whistle filled the chamber, and Max turned to find Zan, standing on top of the table, fingers in his mouth, poised to whistle again. A second blast of Zan’s piercing whistle was unnecessary, as the cabinet members quieted down and looked questioningly at Zan. “Listen up,” he shouted, his voice carrying to every corner of the room. “You guys are all trying to decide which one of us is going to rule Antar, but none of you have bothered to ask if either of us want to do it, or even if either of us is [/i]fit[/i] to rule.” A shock wave rippled through the crowd as they absorbed the meaning of Zan’s words. “What say you, Majesty, you do not wish to rule our world. Why then did you come back to fight for such a right?” questioned one of the cabinet members. “We came back because no person should be forced to live under the rule of a tyrant such as Kivar!” shouted Max, joining Zan on top of the table. “As far as we’re concerned, our job is done. We all have lives on Earth.” “How then, will we know who will rule us?” shouted another cabinet member. “Why can’t the Granolith chose?” asked Zan. “Doesn’t Antarian history say that if there is no clear choice, then the Granolith will lead the people to their new king?” “Kind of sword in the stone, isn’t it?” Max whispered to Zan. “Yeah, well, I guess every world had it’s own Arthur type legend. I guess we’re going to be Antar’s, Zan whispered back.” “Tonight at sunset, we shall adjourn to the Granolith chamber, and see who the Granolith chooses,” said Max. The two men watched as the cabinet members filed out of the room, still discussing their choice of ruler amongst themselves. When the room was empty, save for Drinian and Kitana, they jumped down off of the table. “Zan, I don’t get it, other than buying us some time, what good was that?” asked Max. “The Granolith is going to chose both of us. It already has.” “No, it’s going to chose all nine of us,” said Zan, with a smile. “The others need to be in on this too. I want the people to see that they have a lot of options open to them at this point. It doesn’t have to be a ruling king, just because that’s the way it always has been.” He turned to look at Drinian and Kitana. “No offense, Father, Mother,” he said. “I’m not saying having a king is wrong, but these cabinet dudes really need to chill. They were just freed from Kivar’s rule, and they are ready to subject themselves to another ruler, regardless of who he is, and what he believes in.” “No offense is taken, Son,” said Drinian. “I believe you are thinking very clearly, and what you are saying makes sense. The old ways may be good, but there is nothing wrong with looking at things from a different perspective.” Exactly,” said Zan. “And if I may impose on you and Mother, for a moment, I was wondering if you wouldn’t mind going to get the others and asking them to meet us in the throne room just before sunset?” “We would be delighted, Zan,” said Drinian, taking Kitana’s arm. “It will be a great pleasure to walk freely around the palace again with my beloved wife.” Max watched in silence until his Antarian parents left the room before turning to Zan. “We have to talk,” he said to his brother. “It’s my turn to have an idea, and I want to know what you think.” “Shoot,” said Zan, leaning back in one of the chairs that had been pushed away from the table. He leaned back in the chair and propped his feet up on the table. “What’s on you’re mind, bro?” “You realize of course, that hundreds of long dead Antarian legislatures are turning over in their graves at the way we’ve treated this table,” said Max, sitting on the table, looking at Zan. “Anyhow, it’s about this king thing. I don’t want it, I don’t want to be a king, I’m not a king. Hell, I can barely take care of myself, never mind a planet.” “Yeah, well, I don’t wanna do it either,” said Zan, but his tone lacked the conviction that Max’s had. “I’d make a crappy king.” “No, you wouldn’t, and actually, when it comes right down to it, neither would I. The only difference is, you want it, and I don’t.” “What about the others, what if one of them wants to stay?” asked Zan. “Or even Liz, what if Liz wants you to stay and rule?” “I can pretty much guarantee you that Liz does not want to stay,” said Max. “And I’m pretty positive Isabel won’t either. That whole clone thing freaked her out more than she’ll ever admit, but I’m betting she can’t wait to get home and see Mom and Dad. I can’t speak for Kyle and Ava, or Michael and Maria, all we can do is ask them. But Zan, if you don’t want to do it, then don’t do it,” Max added, looking incredibly serious. “Don’t stay here out of some mistaken sense of obligation to a world you know nothing about. You can always come home with us. You heard Kyle. Dad’s ready to build you your own room.” The two men laughed and continued to discuss the pros and cons of their plan until the shadows began to lengthen and the day began to draw to a close. “Hey, your Majesties,” a voice called from the darkened doorway. “If you’re gonna go all king like and summon us, don’t you think you ought to be there when we do show up?” “Shit,” said Zan. “Sorry Alex, we got to talking and kind of lost track of time.” “I guess,” said Alex, entering the room. “You missed lunch and everything. Too bad, it was that pladyia crap you ate so much of at the Training Academy.” “Damn,” said Zan, regretfully. “I really like that stuff.” “Zan, hesitating to point out the obvious, but as a king, you can kind of ask for it any time you want,” Max said. “True,” said Zan, brightening, visibly. “Come on, we’d better get to the throne room before the rest of them come looking for us,” said Max. “No chance of that,” said Alex. “They’re all having fun watching Kyle have fun pretending to be king. Good thing he doesn’t really want to stay and rule, or the entire planet would have to convert to Buddhism.” “So, uh, Kyle doesn’t want to stay, and really be king then?” Zan asked, as casually as he could manage. “Are you kidding?” asked Alex. “He is so ready to go home and get some Saturn Rings at the CrashDown, that it isn’t even funny.” “Oh,” was the only thing that Zan said. He looked over at Max to see an almost smug smile of satisfaction on his face. “Nobody likes a know it all, Max,” he whispered. “Wanna clue me in, guys?” Alex said. “No,” they replied in unison, stopping before the throne room door. “Nice to see you’re developing a freaky twin thing,” said Alex. “Can you do it in front of Maria, it would totally freak her out.” “Some best friend you are, Alex,” laughed Max. “We’ll see what we can do, okay?” “Good enough,” said Alex. “Now, can we please get this self imposed summit of yours over with? I want to spend some time with my wife, you know.” “That’s my sister you’re talking about,” said Max and Zan, again simultaneously. “Beam me up, Scotty,” said Alex, rolling his eyes and pushing open the door. “Hey everybody, looks like our illustrious kings forgot all about their meeting.” “Sorry,” said Max, rather unapologetically. “We were talking. Anyhow, I suppose you’re wondering why we brought you all here tonight,” he joked. “Actually, I took the liberty of forcing your father to tell us, Max,” said Maria, cheerfully. “And we’re all on board with whatever we have to do to help with the king thing.” “Actually there’s a bit more to it than that,” said Max. “I need to know where all of you stand about ruling Antar. Is anybody up for the job, or are you ready to head back home?” “Max, I know I’ve said I’ll follow you anywhere,” said Liz. “But I don’t think I want to live here forever as a queen or whatever.” “Mother, Father, I am so happy to find out that you’re alive, and I never want to not have you in my life,” said Isabel. “But I don’t belong here. Maybe Vilondra did, but Isabel Whitman belongs on Earth with her husband.” “We understand, daughter,” said Kitana. “We shall never truly be separated again, as long as there is love in our hearts.” “Ava and I have already talked about it,” said Kyle. “It’s totally her call. She knows that she is my life, and I’ll do whatever it is she needs me to do.” Ava smiled at Kyle and reached out and slipped her small hand into his. “I agree with what Isabel said. Antar is a wonderful place, but it isn’t our home. Our home is on Earth.” “Michael, what about you?” asked Max. “Do you think you’d want to stay and rule.” “Hell no,” said Michael. “I’m not a ruler, I’m the General, remember. I was second in command for a reason. I don’t have the temperament to be a king. Besides, Maria has a real shot at a singing career back home. I’m going to do whatever I can to help her achieve it.” “Now do you believe me?” Max asked, turning to Zan. He looked at the man he now called brother the man he once considered killing, then turned back to look at the others. “Zan wants to stay and rule. Anybody have a problem with that?” Shouts and cheers of celebration filled the room as one by one, each of the group went up to congratulate Zan on his decision and to offer their support. Kitana had just hugged him, hugging him as only a mother can, when the door to the throne room opened again. A lone figure walked in and moved towards the small group. “Plash Nevenia,” said Liz, moving towards the woman who had been both teacher and confidant to her. “I’m happy to know you survived the battle, and I am sorry I did not try and contact you. You have been nothing but kind and generous to me, and it was wrong of me not to seek you out to reassure myself that you hadn’t been hurt.” “I am fine, Lan, or should I say Liz,” said Plash, smiling at her. “And I know you have been busy. It would have been easy for me to join you at the palace, especially since I can now reveal my true self.” As she spoke, the woman’s features began to morph and change, as did her hair, changing from the short dark style she normally wore to a mop of blond curls. “Dijanya,” whispered Drinian. “You are alive.” He moved towards the woman, his face a mask of joy, only to be halted by a small gasp from Ava. “Mother,” she whispered, as she slumped to the floor in a dead faint. <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>

Posted: **Sat Oct 30, 2004 1:54 am**

Long Live King ZAN. I knew he was going to stay, before you even wrote it i knew. WHY?? because he doesn't have anyone else to live for, nor was he ever fit in any job or location. Ava has Kyle so, he really doesn't have to worry about her. And the others were the Roswellians and they all most definitely eagerly await home life on Earth. Now I'm really curious how the Earth parents or should i call them the Earth contingent, will react once their kids, their MARRIED kids reappear. You cannot leave that out. I want to see them all freak. The scene will just be too fun. And Plash came back into play.... figures she wouldn't be herself either. I'll bet Micahel is starting to pinch himself to see how real any of this is. Mt Gazer/Rhonda

Posted: **Sat Oct 30, 2004 2:51 pm**

Oh wow, that was so cool. Michael and Ava's mother is alive. How very excellent! <div style="text-align:center">It's all about Roswell!</div>

Posted: **Mon Nov 01, 2004 12:57 am**

you know i have to apologize. i snuckk inher a few days ago and read up through 76 and didn't leave feedback. i am so sorry. and those parts were awesome. i know zan was staying too. its why he felt left out. you could say zan was th eonly clone that actually cam eout right. he wants to rule. love the freaky twin thing. please let it freak maria out to. and jim opened his house to zan also. he could be like the halfway house for aliens. their mommy is alive. that is awesome. totally awesome. i agree i want to see how the parents take seeing their married kids back home. you know i think i am going to go back and reread the part where kyle tells jim everything. Roselle The Techie Connection "'Cause frankly, looking at you looking like me is kinda whacked.'" - Michael from Son of M&M by kLyn "If we don't change, we don't grow. If we don't grow, we aren't really living." -Gail Sheehy Egyptain Dwelling Silly Sister

Posted: **Mon Nov 01, 2004 1:21 am**

ok. i found it. but what i had to go thorugh to find it. don't ask how but for some insane reason i though this was the 4th part in a series. you that went quietly into the night, sacrifce, love changes...and then this. so i go to sac and i'm searching. i land on the part. where kyle gets back with kam and lexie and i'm like what the heck and bam <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/doh.gif ALT=":doh"> 2 different sets of stories. so i found love and bam found that part. beautiful i of course had to reread them getting married and then kyle and jim having the talk. made me want to cry. so yes jim specifically told kyle when this is over, him, him, and his wife are going to set down and have a talk. so i'm waiting. Roselle The Techie Connection "'Cause frankly, looking at you looking like me is kinda whacked.'" - Michael from Son of M&M by kLyn "If we don't change, we don't grow. If we don't grow, we aren't really living." -Gail Sheehy Egyptain Dwelling Silly Sister

Posted: **Mon Nov 01, 2004 9:28 pm**

I guess Zan as kng makes sense but, he is going to be all alone. POst soon<img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/ufo.gif ALT=":ufo">

Posted: **Tue Nov 02, 2004 12:34 am**

Disclaimer: Roswell, and its characters do not belong to me. Melinda Metz, Jason Katims and 20th Century Fox have that particular pleasure. I’m simply borrowing them until the Season 2 DVD’s get released. Chapter Seventy – Eight – Family Reunion “Dijanya,” Kitana whispered, holding her hand up to her mouth. “My friend, you survived. I am so happy.” Michael knelt on the ground helping Kyle support Ava. He looked up at the woman in front of him and stared. “Is it true?” he asked, his voice catching. “Never mind,” he said. “I know it is. You look just like Ava.” His face darkened, and he turned back to Kyle. “Is she okay?” he asked, lowering his voice. “Yeah, I think so,” Kyle whispered back. “I think it was just he shock. Ava, Ava, sweetie, wake up,” he said, turning his attention back to his wife. “Come on Ava, wake up.” “Kyle?” Ava whispered. “I thought I saw,” “You did,” Michael interrupted. “Come on. We have to get to the Granolith.” He and Kyle helped Ava to her feet, and Michael made sure she was steady before he moved over to where Maria stood open mouthed. He grabbed her hand and pulled her out of the room without another word. “Well, that went well,” said Alex. “Watch it, Whitman,” said Kyle, slipping his arm around Ava’s waist more securely. “I’m supposed to be the comic relief here, not you. Come on, Ava, let’s go make sure Michael’s all right.” “Michael’s right,” said Max, addressing the rest of the room. We do need to get up there. We can straighten out the rest of this, later on. I’m sorry this is happening now,” he added, looking at the woman who claimed to be not only his aunt, but also the mother of his best friend. “We have another situation to deal with, and then we’ll get this straightened out, I promise. Mother, Father, are you coming with us.” “Yes, Son,” said Drinian. “We will be along in a moment. You go on ahead.” Max motioned to the others, and they walked out the door, following the path that Michael and the others took. Within minutes, they walked into the room that housed the base of the Granolith. The top of the Granolith exited out through an opening to tower above the palace. “Majesty,” said one of the members of the royal senate. “We began to fear that you would not join us.” “We said we’d be here, and we’re here, Nendron,” Max said in a cold hard voice. “Now, it seems to me that you are concerned about who is to rule Antar. We have something to show you.” “Wait,” said a voice from the back of the room. “I want everyone to know I stand before any ruler that the Granolith chooses. I was foolish enough to turn my back on the power of the Granolith when I was young and foolish. It is a mistake I will never make again.” The crowd gasped as Drinian pushed forward through the crowd, flanked by Kitana and Dijanya. He turned and surveyed the people crowding into the chamber. “The Granolith will tell you the true ruler, and I want your solemn word that you will abide by its choice.” “King Drinian!” shouted a man in the crowd. “It’s King Drinian and Queen Kitana, and Lady Dijanya. King Drinian has come back to rule over Antar again!” “No I have not!” thundered Drinian. “Do you hear nothing, have you learned nothing from all of this? I willingly handed over the throne to my son, and now, to appease you, we will allow the Granolith to show you the true ruler. Max, Zan, whenever you are ready, you may begin.” Max and the others took their positions surrounding the Granolith in the four square position, with Zan joining Max and Liz in their corner of the square. Almost at once, the Granolith began to pulse with light. It shot up from the base of the Granolith, shooting out of the top and coming down in columns of light, enveloping each person that stood in the corner. As quickly as it had begun, the lights faded back into the Granolith and slowly down into its base. As one, Max and Zan stepped forward and faced the crowd. “The Granolith has spoken,” they said. “And it has made its choice. We are all chosen as fit to rule Antar.” “How can this be?” Nendron shouted. “How can the Granolith choose nine people to rule our world?” “It doesn’t matter,” said Zan, speaking forcefully. “You agreed to abide by the decision of the Granolith, and the Granolith has shown that any one of us is fit to rule Antar. Now, if you will excuse us, ladies and gentlemen, we are going to visit with our families.” Zan swept past the watching crowds, his expression almost haughty as he looked down his nose at them, almost daring any one of them to say anything. He winked at Max, who stepped out of the four square, along with Liz, and walked beside him out of the Granolith chamber. The others fell in behind them, walking out in pairs, looking neither right, nor left. They simply took their cue from Zan, and walked from the room as if they owned it. Once the door to the Granolith chamber closed behind them, Maria, then Ava exploded into laughter. It didn’t take long for the others to follow suit, and the nine friends stood in the hallway, holding on to each other for support as they laughed as if they’d never laughed before, or would again. “Oh, my God,” snorted Ava, indelicately. “Did you see the looks on their faces when the Granolith did its laser light show?” “That was great,” said Maria. “But not half as funny as Zan’s lord of the manor impression. I was just waiting for him to use the royal ‘We.’ I swear if he had done that, I would have lost it.” “It was a bit extreme,” said Max. “But you pulled it off. Why didn’t you tell them that you were going to stay and rule though? We all agreed that if you wanted it, the job was yours. Does this mean you’re coming back with us, instead?” he added, hopefully. “I don’t know,” Zan admitted. “After the news Michael and Ava got, I thought maybe they’d want to reconsider their decisions to stay. I mean since they have family here and all.” “I’m not staying,” said Michael, his tone leaving no room for argument. “Maria is my family, and you guys are my family. I’m going back to Earth. Zan, I’ll miss you, man, but this place isn’t my home, and those people aren’t my family.” He turned his back on the group and stared out the window at the two moons that were rising up over the horizon. Maria moved to stand next to him, and Michael slipped his arm around her shoulder and pulled her in close to him. No words were spoken, but the others could feel the healing love that flowed between Maria and Michael. “Well,” hedged Ava. “I don’t know. Actually, I do know. I’m not a ruler. Maybe I’d consider staying here and visiting for a while, but I agree with Michael, this isn’t our home anymore, and I’m ready to go home for a while. The job is all yours, Zan. Have it with our blessings.” She moved forward and hugged her friend tightly. “You’re gonna be a great king, Zan. You always were a leader.” <center>Check out Majiks World of Fan Fic <a href="http://p199.ezboard.com/fmajiklmoonsrea ... ID=4.topic" target="_new">HOLIDAY CHALLENGE</a> and <a href="http://p199.ezboard.com/fmajiklmoonsrea ... ID=5.topic" target="_new">Majik's Feedback Challenge</a>.</center>

Posted: **Tue Nov 02, 2004 2:33 am**

This is going to be short but YEP! Loved it as always. I liked how Drinian stood up and apologized for his mistakes in the far past. I loved the Granolith choosing all nine and then reconfirming it in this chapter. And Zan, good for him. As I said in the last feedback, Long Live King Zan. Mt Gazer And I loved the Comic relief line from Kyle.. that was hilarious.

Posted: **Tue Nov 02, 2004 6:30 pm**

Thanks for the new part, I loved it.

Posted: **Tue Nov 02, 2004 10:30 pm**

ok i sense some issues with michael. maybe its just me. i love max being hopeful of zan's return. you know i think they should visit back and forth. the adults may not be their family, but zan is. i agree it was great he apoliged for his past errors. the sence with the granolith choosing all of them was hysterical. um so is their dad alive too? and are there still lingering kivar factions? plus is anyone going to have problems with 9 people being able to rule over them? cause someone even if zan decides to stay and rule, i don't see the granolith just ignoring the others Roselle The Techie Connection "'Cause frankly, looking at you looking like me is kinda whacked.'" - Michael from Son of M&M by kLyn "If we don't change, we don't grow. If we don't grow, we aren't really living." -Gail Sheehy Egyptain Dwelling Silly Sister

Posted: **Tue Nov 02, 2004 10:38 pm**

That was great. I love the granolith thingy chosing all of them yet again. I can't wait to see how it plays out <div style="text-align:center">It's all about Roswell!</div>

Posted: **Tue Nov 02, 2004 10:39 pm**

What the heck is up with Michael? He's always wanted family and bam, here he is given a mom, and he's gone all ice man on everybody. JERK Loved the whole regal thing with Zan, that was cool. I'm sad that he is staying on Antar, but I guess somebody has to.

Posted: **Tue Nov 02, 2004 10:40 pm**

So like what is Mr. Guerin's issue anyhow? Somebody needs to slap him upside the head

Posted: **Wed Nov 03, 2004 12:08 am**

Disclaimer: Roswell, and its characters do not belong to me. Melinda Metz, Jason Katims and 20th Century Fox have that particular pleasure. I’m simply borrowing them until the Season 2 DVD’s get released. Chapter Seventy – Nine – Intervention  Michael walked through the echoing halls of the palace, ignoring the beautiful artwork that would have, at one time, fascinated him. Instead, he looked blankly ahead, his mind focused completely on the events of the past couple of days. He continued his journey down the hall, unaware of the footsteps that dogged his every move. He was unaware that is, until two sets of hands reached out and grabbed him and pulled him into an empty room. “What the hell is you’re problem, Guerin?” shouted Alex. “You have personally turned one of my best friends into an emotional wreck.” “Not to mention the pain you are causing my wife you egomaniacal, insufferable bastard!” shouted Kyle, pushing Michael against a wall. “I do not give a rats ass about the emotional pain I’m feeling pouring off of you right now. The only thing I care about is the fact that my wife is in our room, crying her eyes out, afraid to get to know her mother, because she is worried that it will upset you even more!” “Not to mention your wife. Maria!” shouted Alex. “Yeah, remember her? She’s having a total freak fest over the way you’re acting. Jesus, Guerin, you’ve been moaning about your lack of family since you met Maria, and now, when you get a Mother handed to you on a silver platter, you turn your back on her. She’s worried that all that crap you gave her about her being your family is just that, a load of crap. You better do something about it, and fast, because Liz and Isabel are totally freaked, trying to keep her and Ava calm!” “What the hell do you know about any of it!” shouted Michael. “Both of you have had perfect lives. You have no idea of what I went through!” “Right, because having your mother walk out on you when you’re just a kid is perfect,” said Kyle in a sarcastic voice. “Oh boo hoo, poor Michael Guerin grew up in foster homes. His life is so tragic, let’s have pity party for him.” “Let me go, Kyle, or I will kill you,” said Michael, his voice deceptively calm. “Go ahead, do it,” said Kyle, purposely goading Michael. “At least if I’m dead, I’ll be spared the pain of watching you wallow in self pity.” Behind Michael, an ornate vase exploded, sending shards of crystal flying across the room. “What’s the matter?” asked Alex, “Is the mighty general losing his cool? Making things go boom. Poor Michael. He can’t handle the pressure, can he?” There was a loud bang as a chair flew across the room and crashed into a wall. The impact was so hard that the chair bounced off the wall and slid several feet back into the center of the room. “Shut up,” Michael ground out between clenched teeth, “Or that’s going to be you.” “What?” laughed Alex. “You don’t think we’re afraid of you, the emotional cripple? Right, because you’re so freaking scary. You forget, we can block anything you can throw at us.” “Oh yeah!” shouted Michael, pushing Kyle away and throwing up his arm. “Let’s see you block this!” He fired a bolt of energy at Alex, but it bounced harmlessly off of the shield that Alex had thrown around him. “That the best you can do?” asked Kyle, purposely taunting him. “Come on, let me have it.” Michael spun around to face Kyle who had moved across the room when his attention was focused on Alex and fired an energy bolt at him. Again, it bounced harmlessly off of the shield that Kyle created with his powers. “Look Buddha boy, I don’t know what the hell your problem is, or yours either Alex, but I want the two of you to leave me the fuck alone,” said Michael, clearly enunciating each word so that there would be no doubt that Kyle and Alex understood his meaning. “I want to be alone. Don’t you get it?” “No, it’s you that doesn’t get it, Michael,” said Alex, moving closer to his friend. “You’re doing it again, your shutting everybody out, including the three people who love you more than anything else.” “He’s right, Michael,” said Kyle, his voice calm now. “Maria’s falling apart, and so is Ava, and your mother doesn’t know what to do. She’s planning on leaving the palace so that you won’t have to see her again.” “What!” yelled Michael. “The hell she is. There is no way I’m letting her abandon Ava and I again!” He pushed past Kyle and Alex and stormed out the door and down the hall. “Wow,” said Alex. “That was close. I didn’t think it was going to work.” “Of course it was going to work,” said Kyle, smiling smugly. “I’m surprised even you couldn’t feel the suppressed emotions pouring off of him. He was just waiting to explode.” “So of course, you decided that the best thing to do was get him mad at us and explode and possibly kill us?” asked Alex. “Well, yeah,” said Kyle as the two walked to the door. “I mean, after all, we are perfectly capable of protect…uhhhh!” he said as a fist connected with his chin as he and Alex walked out the door. “What the?” shouted Alex, only to be punched in the nose by the same fist. Michael looked down at his two friends, now lying unconscious on the floor. “Jerks,” he said. “I knew what you were doing all along.” He turned and jogged down the hall, searching his memory for the location of the rooms his family used when they stayed at the palace. ______________________________________________ Michael found the rooms, and pushed the door open without knocking. His mother sat on a chair staring blankly into the empty room. “So, I hear you’re leaving,” he said. “It seems to be the best thing to do,” said Dijanya, her eyes bright with unshed tears. “My being here is doing nothing but causing you pain. I don’t want that, so it’s best that I leave.” “What about Ava?” demanded Michael. “Have you thought about how your leaving will effect her?” “It might,’ said Dijanya, but not as much as the pain you’re feeling does. “You are incredibly selfish,” said Michael heatedly. “But then again, so am I,” he added, the fight leaving his voice. “Why?” he asked. He moved closer to where his mother sat. “Why didn’t you let anyone know you were alive. If you had told Che’koth, I mean Drinian, he could have let us know. Didn’t you think we deserved to know?” he asked plaintively, his tone of voice sounding more like a wounded child than that of a mighty warrior. “Maybe I should have,” admitted Dijanya. “But I feared for your lives, as well as my own. Nobody thought I was alive, and I was afraid to confide in anybody. I wasn’t certain who I could trust. I didn’t even realize that Drinian was Che’koth. You don’t understand, my son, what it was like, having to hide who I was for so long.” “You’re kidding, right?” Michael asked, incredulously. I have no idea what it’s like to hide who you really are? You have got to be kidding me. I spent most of my life hiding who I was, so yeah, I think I have a clue as to how hard you had it.” “You’re right,” said Dijanya. “I have never been very trusting. I’ve always held a part of myself back from people. It’s funny, you look so much like your father, but you are so similar to me inside. I have no excuse, I can only ask you to forgive me, my son.” Michael knelt down on the floor next to his mother and looked into he face that was so similar to Ava’s. He looked into her eyes and saw the pain that she felt. The same pain he saw when he looked at himself in the mirror. “Maybe we’d better talk,” he said. <center>Check out Majiks World of Fan Fic <a href="http://p199.ezboard.com/fmajiklmoonsrea ... ID=4.topic" target="_new">HOLIDAY CHALLENGE</a> and <a href="http://p199.ezboard.com/fmajiklmoonsrea ... ID=5.topic" target="_new">Majik's Feedback Challenge</a>.</center>Edited by: <A HREF=http://p199.ezboard.com/bmajiklmoonsrea ... iklmoon</A> at: 11/2/04 11:15 pm

Posted: **Wed Nov 03, 2004 2:52 am**

oh good. you dealt with it. i love kyle and alex intervention. and sure you knew what was going michael. i just bet you did. its funny reading this. you realize you aren't alone in your pain, no matter what it is. someone somewhere can relate to it. but thats the real scary part. there is a safety in the lone pain thing. at least you understand it. its a purpose...makes it important...not that it wasn't. but once you realize you share it with someone...esp someone who has overcome it. more insecurites set in. hope that makes sense. this was a great part. nite. Roselle The Techie Connection "'Cause frankly, looking at you looking like me is kinda whacked.'" - Michael from Son of M&M by kLyn "If we don't change, we don't grow. If we don't grow, we aren't really living." -Gail Sheehy Egyptain Dwelling Silly Sister

Posted: **Wed Nov 03, 2004 6:57 am**

Loved Roselle's post... What a jerk but at least they set him straight before they got knocked out. Well tried to anyways. I love that in the end he and his mother are alike in personality and his pain finds an ally. I think a talk is in order can't wait for it of course. Mt Gazer/Rhonda

Posted: **Wed Nov 03, 2004 10:22 am**

wow i can't believe how far this story has come in the short time that i've been away. you've covered so many issues and emotions and wow. i never knew there was so much to resolve for our gang. <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/clap.gif ALT=":clap"> <div style="text-align:center">I used to have the longing to hear what was in your heart. But now it seems I'm over the fear of this falling apart.</div>

Posted: **Wed Nov 03, 2004 7:42 pm**

OMB, that was too funny...an alien intervention <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/lol.gif ALT=":lol"> <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/thumpup.gif ALT=":thumbsup"> I loved the idea of Kyle and Michael confronting Michael that way, and man, they were brutal with him. Good, he deserved it for his jack@$$ behavior. But in the end, they got theirs, didn't they. I'm sure Michael packs a mean punch! I'm glad he came to his senses though, and realized that he needed to talk with his mother. It was good to find out that while she resembled Ava in appearance, she was a lot like Michael too. Maybe they'll finally form a connection.

Posted: **Wed Nov 03, 2004 10:39 pm**

execellent update. Michael really needed a swift kick in the behind. I'm glad Alex and Kyle decided to give it to him! <div style="text-align:center">It's all about Roswell!</div>

Posted: **Wed Nov 03, 2004 11:40 pm**

Disclaimer: Roswell, and its characters do not belong to me. Melinda Metz, Jason Katims and 20th Century Fox have that particular pleasure. I’m simply borrowing them until the Season 2 DVD’s get released. Chapter Eighty –  Coronation The throne room was resplendent with thousands of lights. Dignitaries, as well as ordinary citizens streamed into the palace to find out who would rule their world. Liz looked out a window, watching the people of Antar make their way into the palace, dressed in their finest clothes. “Wow seems kind of an inadequate response for everything that’s going on,” she said, turning from the window. “But all I can come up with is wow.” “It is kind of lacking in the description department,” said Isabel, but I get what you mean. “And speaking of wow, look at you,” Liz continued. “You look fantastic.” Isabel smoothed her hands down over the vibrant blue gown. The bodice fitted like a second skin, and the skirt flared out over her hips, coming down to just below her knees in front, and skimming the floor in back. She fiddled with the neckline, trying to tug it up slightly. “You don’t think it’s too low cut?” she asked, nervously. “No, not at all,” said Liz. “It suits you perfectly Isabel,” she added honestly. There had been a time in her life when she had been jealous of the statuesque blonde’s beauty, but not any more. She was secure in the knowledge that Max loved her exactly the way she was. “You look beautiful, Liz,” Isabel said, sincerely. “I’m glad you decided to go with that deep green. It suits you perfectly.” “Thanks,” said Liz. “I sure could have used this for Prom.” “I don’t know,” said Isabel, fastening a dramatic green train to the back of the dress. “I think you would have had a hard time dancing with this.” She gathered up the train in her arm, and helped Liz arrange it so that it trailed behind her. “How about Maria and Ava, are they ready yet?” Liz asked, fiddling nervously with the straps of her dress. “Right here, Chica,” said Maria, walking regally into the room, with Ava at her side. “Be prepared to be totally, and completely out classed.” “You guys look beautiful,” said Liz. “I can’t believe how great you look.” “Because obviously, we look like garbage most of the time,” joked Ava, trying to hide the pain she was feeling. “No word from Michael, yet?” Liz asked, hugging Ava first, then Maria. “No,” Ava answered. “And Kyle and Alex are missing, too.” “What?” cried Isabel. “What do you mean, missing? Missing how?” “Relax, Isabel,” said Maria, for once being the voice of calm and reason. “They went after Michael to try and knock, I mean talk some sense into him.” “That’s really reassuring,” said Isabel. “If he stands me up for this, he is such a dead man.” “Um, Isabel, maybe you should be focusing on the obvious conflict Michael is feeling right now, and not the fact that Alex may stand you up,” said Liz. “I can’t,” said Isabel. “If I start to think about that, I’ll totally fall apart. Michael is my oldest, best friend, and it’s killing me to see him this way. The whole standing me up thing is just a coping mechanism. But never mind that, Maria, Ava, both of you are gorgeous. I love that deep red on you Ava, and Maria; black was the way to go.” “Thanks, Isabel,” Ava said gratefully, but Maria just scowled. “I look too washed out in black,” she said. “I shouldn’t have gone with black.” “Maria, you look beautiful in black,” said Liz. “Now I want you to relax and sniff some cedar oil or something.” Maria reached into her bag and pulled out a vial of cedar oil and sniffed deeply. “That’s better,” she said. “Thanks Liz, you’re the best.” “Come on, they have to be around here somewhere,” Max said to Zan as the two traversed the dimly lit hall. “How can three people disappear like that?” asked Zan. “Michael I get, I know he’s trying to deal with a lot. But what’s up with Kyle and Alex. Where the hell did they go?” “Knowing them, they’re trying to save Michael from himself, and knowing Michael, it probably means that at least one of them got blown up,” said Max. “Well, not blown up,” said Zan, pointing at two bodies lying on the floor. “But maybe knocked unconscious.” “Look at them,” said Max, turning Alex over. “His nose is broken.” “Yeah, and Kyle’s jaw isn’t looking to great, either. Let’s heal them and get them cleaned up before Isabel and Ava realize that they’re missing.” Max knelt down next to Alex, and Zan next to Kyle, and the two used their powers to heal their friends. A soft glow filled the hallway, and slowly receded, and Kyle and Alex sat up, groaning. “What the hell hit me?” asked Alex. “I’m going to take a wild guess and say Michael,” said Zan. “What the hell were you two thinking?” “We were thinking that if we didn’t get Michael to do something, he was going to implode,” said Kyle. “So we had an intervention.” “You two,” said Max, struggling not to laugh. “Had an intervention with Michael? And just how did that go?” “Well, I hope your parents weren’t too fond of the vase and chair that used to be in that room,” said Kyle. “Not to mention the wall,” added Alex. “I’m going to come down on the side of not going well,” said Zan. “Actually, I’m going to go out on a limb and say it pretty much sucked.” “Actually, I think it went pretty well,” said Kyle. “Except for the part where we got punched in the face. Michael really let lose with a lot of aggression.” “Yeah, so where is he now?” asked Max looking at the remains of the vase Michael had destroyed. “Hello, unconscious, remember? How would we know?” said Kyle. “Maybe we should go find him?” “Maybe we should go and get you ready for the ceremony tonight, instead,” said Zan. “We’re late already.” “Oh shit,” said Kyle. “Ava’s going to kill me.” “Don’t worry, Isabel’s going to kill me too,” said Alex. “How about the two of you stop whining about who is going to kill whom, and go get changed,” suggested Max in his most reasonable voice. “Good point,” said Alex. The musicians began to play the haunting melody Maria had once strummed on Alex’s guitar after they first activated the Granolith, but this time, the melody filled Isabel’s heart with joy and happiness, instead of the intense feelings of sadness she felt before. The doors to the throne room opened, signaling the start of the procession when Max, Zan, Kyle and Alex rushed in. “Sorry we’re late,” said Max as he and Zan stepped into position beside Liz. “We had to pick up a few things.” “Let me guess,” said Liz, looking back to see Kyle and Alex, still adjusting their clothing. “You were picking up a couple of members of the royal procession?” “Yeah, something like that,” Zan whispered as they began to move forward. “Although we couldn’t find one of them.” His words caused Liz to stop, and turn around to see Maria, standing in the processional line, alone, her lips trembling in an effort to repress the tears that threatened to well up in her eyes. “That stupid bastard,” Zan whispered. “I’ll kill him for doing this to her.” “You don’t have to,” Liz said, her voice, and her expression grim. “[/i]I’m[/i] going to do it first.” “I’ll go walk with her,” said Zan. “She shouldn’t have to do this alone.” “She doesn’t have to do it alone,” said Michael, running into the waiting room. “I’m here.” “I hate you, Michael Guerin,” said Maria. “More than you’ll ever know.” “And I deserve it,” said Michael, stepping into line, next to her. “But will you forgive me if I tell you I’ve made my peace with my mother?” “No,” said Maria, “But I won’t kill you.” Neither one said another word because Zan, Max and Liz began to walk slowly into the throne room filled with members of the cabinet, the senate, as well as representatives from the other worlds that Antar allied themselves with. The other couples followed slowly, until they all stood in the center of the throne room, in the four square position, with Drinian, Kitana and Dijanya in the center. Drinian turned slowly, looking at each member of the four square before he spoke. “All of you, have been judged as fit to rule,” he said. “There is no doubt, and no argument in my mind. If anyone present has doubts about the abilities of these people to rule Antar, state them now.” He looked around the room and noted several faces that looked extremely unhappy at this turn of events, but none who dared to speak. “The nine of you have met and decided that while all of you are worthy, and fit to rule, it is a job for only one person. You have chosen Zan to rule Antar. Long live King Zan,” said Drinian, stepping forward to place a circlet of gold on Zan’s head. Chants of long live King Zan filled the room for several minutes before Zan quieted the crowd and began to speak. “Antarians, I am honored that my friends and family have chosen me to remain and rule Antar, and while it is true, that I shall remain here, it is not quite true that I rule alone. I will rule, along with trusted cabinet members, members of the senate, and the advice of my friends and family that have entrusted me with this position. And so I say, not long live King Zan, but long live the Royal House of Antar!” “Long live the Royal House of Antar!” roared the crowd. <center>Check out Majiks World of Fan Fic <a href="http://p199.ezboard.com/fmajiklmoonsrea ... ID=4.topic" target="_new">HOLIDAY CHALLENGE</a> and <a href="http://p199.ezboard.com/fmajiklmoonsrea ... ID=5.topic" target="_new">Majik's Feedback Challenge</a>.</center>

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