Ruins ~M/L~ COMPLETE *new banner added 3/3/04*

Post by **Angel13** » Fri May 10, 2002 8:23 pm

Title: Ruins
Author: Angel
Category: M/L with everyone else
Rating: R for language and violence
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything…no suing, please
Summary: Based on events in Graduation, although it doesn’t end the same. Sorry. You know me…I gotta have my angst. Everything up to and including 4 Aliens and a Baby is true. Something goes terribly wrong at graduation, after Liz has premonitions that they're all going to die. It destroys everyone in Roswell, and they have to find a way to work together again to get back their loved ones and outrun the people who are after them.

Author’s note: For those of you who read Forget (and thank you tons, by the way), I know I updated it every day…don’t expect that for this one. LOL I had Forget pretty much completed before I started posting it…this one is a work in progress (I only have 3 parts written so far and I have no idea where it’s going) so please let me know what you think about it. Your feedback encourages me to write faster!

Love Among the Ruins

The sky was falling, heaven was calling.

When danger crashes, rose from the ashes.

Like two statues hidden inside ancient rock,
we were praying for the secrets to unlock.

And when the sun had turned its back on us,
in the dark our love kept track of us,
pushed together by the lack of love.

We held each other tightly through our hell of dreams.

I still hear the never-ending echo of those screams.

But it's a life not made for reliving,
it's a life that makes your soul forgiving.

We sealed our bond from the beginning.

Aching affection, vulnerable protection;
falling, captured, crawling, rapture.

10,000 Maniacs

Part 1~

Federal Bureau of Investigation
Washington, DC

Assistant Director Gerard is tired. The last place he wants to be is in his office looking at the man in front of him. The last thing he wants to be looking at is the pile of familiar pictures scattered on his desk. The last thing he wants to be listening to is Agent Meyers’ debrief. And the absolute last thing he wants to be talking about is aliens. For 30 years he’s been tangled in this entire alien mess and he’s ready for it to be over. He wants to go home and stay there and forget that aliens ever existed.

Sighing, Matt Gerard looks wearily down at the photos spread in front of him as the droning, nasal monotone of Meyers buzzes around his head like background noise. Kids. He’s looking at pictures of kids. After 3 years, he still finds it hard to wrap his head around that. The others were adults…mature. But he’s seen the evidence and the reports. He saw remains of the Air Force base in New Mexico. He saw videotaped proof of their powers. He listened for hours to first hand reports from Air Force personnel describing the public display of their powers. And he was the one who sifted through any remaining vital information from Pierce’s acquisition two years ago. There’s no room for denial. All the evidence points to the same conclusion. The kids who are smiling in the photos in front of him are aliens.

“How confident are you in your assessment of the hierarchy?” Gerard asks Meyers, interrupting him.

Meyers flips through the thick file he’s holding in his lap. “85%, at least, sir.” He picks up one of the photos on Gerard’s desk and holds it up. “This is the leader. There was a shift in power a few months ago, we know that for a certainty. After it all settled, though, we became reasonably sure that this one is the leader now.”

Gerard nods, glancing at the photo then back to Meyers. Sighing, he thinks about Tim Meyers and wonders for the 100th time if he shouldn’t have pushed harder for another lead agent for this case. He’s younger than the others, but bureaucratic tape placed him as the next in line. The man is ambitious and hungry, he wonders if Tim Meyers truly grasps what that means…what he’s next in line for. Agents Pierce and Burns found out the hard way.

Gathering the photos in a neat pile, Gerard says, “Is everyone in position?” At Meyers’ affirmative nod, “You know what you have to do. These creatures will never bother anyone ever again.” He stands up, indicating that their meeting is over and tosses the pile of pictures at Meyers on his way out the door.

Roswell, New Mexico

“Are you sure, Liz? We can wait…we are getting married tomorrow.” Max Evans says as he leans over and looks down at Liz Parker on a blanket spread out in the nighttime desert.

Smiling, Liz looks up at Max and says, “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.” as she pulls his head down to hers.

As the once troubled couple makes love for the first time, the moon shines down on them in the desert. Unfortunately, it provides enough light for spying eyes 200 yards away behind a large rock formation.

“Miller, we have a go ahead. Does your team have them all on surveillance tonight?” Jack Miller puts his finger up to his ear piece as he receives this latest information. He raises his wrist to his mouth and quietly says into his watch, “Yes, sir. All the subjects are accounted for.”

“Good, notify me of any unusual movement. We move tomorrow. I’ll meet you in position at 1400.” Miller listens to Meyers’ instructions as he raises his binoculars again to the couple in the distance.

~TBC~

Post by **majiklmoon** » Sat May 11, 2002 12:12 pm

Oh Goody, a NEW story! Go Angel Go Angel <img src=http://www.theunholytrinity.org/cracks_ ... xhello.gif ALT=":clap"> <img src=http://www.theunholytrinity.org/cracks_ ... xhello.gif ALT=":clap"> <img src=http://www.theunholytrinity.org/cracks_ ... xhello.gif ALT=":clap"> <center>Margo is a Super ORB!</center><center><center>It all started with a boy, a girl and a silver handprint.<center>Countess Majiklmoon Mistress and keeper of the tunes</center></color><center>Xander: I happen to be very biteable pal. I'm moist and delicious. Spike: alright, yeah fine you're a nummy treat.</color> ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Great love is wild and passionate and dangerous... it burns and consumes</center><a href=http://pub84.ezboard.com/bmajiklmoonsrealm><img src=http://members.aol.com/majiklmoon/image ...

Post by **Angel13** » Sat May 11, 2002 12:30 pm

Part 2~  The next day: 1pm The West Roswell High gymnasium is slowly filling up with parents, family and friends. On stage, there’s a large banner saying ‘Congratulations Class of 2002’ flanked by huge columns of balloons. Milling around in the crowd is the occasional maroon-gowned graduate. Max Evans is distracted as he stands with his parents and tries to smile for pictures. He has his eye on Liz, who is on the other side of the gym and strains to look around the occasional group of people blocking her from his view. He’s nervous, not about graduating but about making it through the day alive. If Liz’s premonition is right, they’ll all be gunned down today. Catching Liz’s eye again, he gives her a small smile and glances around the room to take a head count of everyone else. Maria, check. Kyle, check. Isabel, check. Jesse, check. Michael…where the hell is Michael. Max has been anxiously waiting for Michael to get there for the last half hour. He knows Michael’s ok, but sometimes he wishes he’d just cooperate and show up where and when he’s supposed to. As he looks once again over to Liz, he can’t help but feel elated at the same time. If they live through the day, he’ll be marrying her tonight. He asked her two weeks ago and got the surprise of his life when she said yes. A goofy grin appears on his face as he remembers last night and daydreams about an entire life spent with Liz. “Max, honey? Please…just one more.” He’s snapped out of his fantasy world by his mother, who has been trying to get a decent picture of him for the last ten minutes. “Phillip, go stand next to him…just one good smile, that’s not too much to ask, is it?” Max looks over to his mother apologetically and feels his Dad step in next to him and put his arm around his shoulder. “Ok, Max,” Phillip Evans says. “Let’s get this over with. You know she won’t stop until she takes the whole roll.” Posing with his Dad, Max can’t help the apprehensive feelings coursing through him. He keeps looking around, searching for anyone who looks suspicious. If he had it his way, none of them would be here today, but there was no way for all of them to avoid going to graduation. Isabel makes her way over to Max. “Have you seen Michael yet?” “No.” Max tells her, watching as his Mom puts another roll of film in her camera. Phillip turns to Max and says, “Max, what’s going on? Why do you seem so tense?” Looking at his Dad, he says, “It’s nothing.” “Don’t worry, Dad. Max does that enough for all of us.” Isabel smiles, trying to lighten the mood. Turning to Max, she says, “So, are you ready to finally graduate?” Max notices everyone moving toward their seats and says, “As ready as I’ll ever be. I’ll see you guys later.” He smiles at his parents and makes his way toward his assigned seat with the rest of his class. As the principal and others make their speeches, Max keeps his eye on all the entrances and the crowd as much as he can. Maria is sitting a couple of seats over from him and catches his eye, asking a silent question. He shrugs his shoulders at her and looks over to find Liz and Kyle looking at him as well. They’re all on edge, he can see it in their eyes as they look to him for some kind of reassurance that everything is ok. He feels the person next to him nudge him and he looks up, realizing that they’re calling his name to come to the stage for his speech. Standing up quickly, he makes his way to the front and moves behind the podium. He shouldn’t be the one standing here, Liz should. But her grades fell, because of him…and his alien problems, and he can’t help the guilt that washes over him as he thinks that she should be the one making the valedictorian speech instead of him. She helped him with what he was going to say and as he looks up at the audience in front of him, he pulls out the note cards that she made for him. As every one quiets down, he looks up to begin his speech and hears a loud noise coming from outside. Michael’s motorcycle. He hears it rev a couple of times and looks over at the door to see it open quickly…Michael driving right through and pointing at him on stage. The next five minutes seem to happen in slow motion for Max. It’ll be five minutes that he’ll relive over and over again in his head for the rest of his life. He catches Michael’s eye and knows that every one else looks over to see the interruption as well. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Liz and Kyle stand up and move toward the far wall, making their way to an exit as Michael tears into the gym. The loud, questioning noise from the crowd escalates as several groups of armed soldiers follow Michael in through the door. He hears screaming as a loud voice tells them, “Get down!” People are scrambling from their seats in panic as Michael makes his way to him on stage. He looks over to see Isabel yelling something to Kyle and Liz as Maria climbs over chairs, trying to get out. When the first shot rings out, everyone drops to the floor screaming and Max looks over at Liz. He tries to yell at her to get down but she can’t hear…she’s looking at him with wide eyes and yelling something back at him. Panicked, he sees Michael pull up next to him and yell at him to get on. Soldiers are running toward the stage, toward him and he looks back over at Liz and meets her gaze right before he sees her lurch forward. Helplessly, he watches Kyle drop to the ground suddenly and before Liz gets her footing, she lurches forward again and that’s when he sees it. On the front of her gown is a hole that’s rapidly oozing blood. He yells, “Liz!” right before the side of her chest seems to explode outward, spraying blood all over the man standing in front of her. A look of shock comes to her face as she drops to the floor next to Kyle and Max loses sight of her as he screams, “Nooo!!” The gymnasium is in chaos…people screaming and running…as Max yells at Michael to get him to Liz. There are soldiers swarming around the last place he saw her and someone has turned on the fire alarm. All he can think about is getting to Liz. Fifty more feet…thirty more feet…ten more feet. As they get closer, he scrambles clumsily off of Michael’s bike and climbs over chairs and people to make his way to her. But when he gets there, she’s not there. He looks around frantically, trying to find her in the crowd and he pushes his way through the mass looking for any sign of her. People are streaming out through the open doors as the gym gradually clears out, but he still can’t find her. Maria runs over to him, screaming incoherently about something that Max can’t quite make out. All he can her is a buzzing noise and his head is filled with nothing but the sight of Liz right before she fell to the floor. He thinks she must be fine, he had to be seeing things. She’s not where she was…she must have been ok if she got out. He repeats this over and over to himself as he continues to search through the thinning crowd. Not finding her inside, he runs out the door into the parking lot and scans it for her. As he makes his way through the crying, shocked crowd, he roughly grabs anyone in a maroon gown and turns them around…searching for Liz’s face. When he doesn’t find her outside, he rushes back inside to look again…asking anyone he passes if they’ve seen Liz. He gets nothing more than blank looks or shakes of the head as he makes his way. As he approaches the place he last saw her, he sees Maria on the floor, her face buried in her hands and Michael talking to Jim Valenti. They all look up at him when he gets closer and through the haze in his mind he hears Jim say, “Max, we need to get out of here.” “Where is she?” he hears himself say and he can tell by the look on their faces that they don’t know either. Michael moves over to pull Maria up off the floor and that’s when Max looks down and sees the blood. It’s puddled and smeared all over the place…footprints carrying it off toward the doors. He stares at it as Michael tries to comfort a sobbing Maria. She keeps saying, “No, no, no, no…” repeatedly. “Max,” Jim tries to get his attention. “I think…I saw them take Kyle. I think they took Liz, too…I…” he can’t continue as he buries his head in his hand and turns away. “They killed them! Max, you have to do something…they killed them. They shot them and then they took them away!” Maria is sobbing and shouting at him and grabbing his arms. “Do something!” Michael pulls her away and tells Max, “We have to get out of here. Max, are you listening? We have to leave.” But Max doesn’t hear anything. He just stands there, staring at the blood on the floor…so much blood. All he can hear is the loud, rapid beating of his heart. He can feel it everywhere…his entire body is throbbing with each beat of his heart. Absently, he looks over to see Sheriff Hanson trying to get them out of the gym as other officers block off the area of the floor with the blood on it. As he turns around, he sees a large group of local police officers rushing around the gym and talking to people outside through the open doors. His gaze catches the light reflecting off something on the floor and he looks down to see a necklace with a ring around it covered in blood. In horror, he realizes that it’s the ring he gave to Liz just two weeks ago. The one that she didn’t want her parents to see so she put it on a necklace to wear around her neck. “Then you can put it on me yourself after we graduate, and I’ll wear it for the rest of my life.” She had said. Slowly, he bends down to pick it up off the floor and looks at it in his hand as it drips blood to the floor. Somehow, the next time he looks up he sees that he’s outside being pushed toward Maria’s car in the parking lot. Michael has a hold of his arm with one hand and Maria’s hand with the other as he tries to steer them away from the crowd. He lets Michael shove him into the backseat as he does the same to Maria before getting into the driver’s seat. Through the fog he hears Michael say something about Valenti’s and he looks out the window as the car leaves the school parking lot. “Liz…Liz will be at Valenti’s.” he thinks as he rolls the bloody ring between his fingers. ~TBC~ </center><center>So come and sit on my box, enjoy the view of this water where my lifeboat is sinking. If you reach out for more, you'll find nothing but sorrow...because knowledge is hollow, and pride is hard to swallow. Col Threadkiller is the coolest!<img src=http://www.roswell-orbs.com/smilies/coo ...

Post by **majiklmoon** » Sat May 11, 2002 8:36 pm

Darn it Angel, this does not have, and they all live happily ever after, does it <img src=http://www.ezboard.com/intl/aenglish/im ... /frown.gif ALT=":("> but it was great <img src=http://www.theunholytrinity.org/cracks_ ... xhello.gif ALT=":clap"> <img src=http://www.theunholytrinity.org/cracks_ ... xhello.gif ALT=":clap"> <img src=http://www.theunholytrinity.org/cracks_ ... xhello.gif ALT=":clap"> <center>Margo is a Super ORB!</center><center><center>It all started with a boy, a girl and a silver handprint.<center>Countess Majiklmoon Mistress and keeper of the tunes</center></color><center>Xander: I happen to be very biteable pal. I'm moist and delicious. Spike: alright, yeah fine you're a nummy treat.</color> ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Great love is wild and passionate and dangerous... it burns and consumes</center><a href=http://pub84.ezboard.com/bmajiklmoonsrealm><img src=http://members.aol.com/majiklmoon/image ...

Anonymous · Post by **Anonymous** » Sat May 11, 2002 9:12 pm

Oh No...what's happening. Liz can't die!

Post by **roswellkitkat** » Sat May 11, 2002 9:15 pm

Angel, great start! <img src=http://www.theunholytrinity.org/cracks_ ... xhello.gif ALT=":clap"> <img src=http://www.theunholytrinity.org/cracks_ ... xhello.gif ALT=":clap"> <center>*************<center>Roswell on Sci-Fi in 2003.<center>Got it?<CENTER>Get it?<CENTER>Good!<center>

Post by **Angel13** » Sun May 12, 2002 11:37 am

Hi guys! Before you read this part, I just want to apologize in advance for my ignorance in all things military. lol All the base security in this story is pretty lax...but I've never even been on a military base so I have no idea how tight it is. So, please forgive me my stupidity and try to suspend belief for the things I get wrong. Thank you for all the great feedback! This part is long...but the more I write of this story, the more I find needs telling. So, please, let me know what you think! Part 3~ It’s dark. She tries to open her eyes but she can’t see anything…she can only feel the pain and she feels like throwing up. She feels it coming as she tries to move her head to the side as the vomit comes. Groaning, she can feel it running down the side of her face and she feels pressure on her chest…someone’s hand. “Max.” she says softly and she can see out of the slit of her open eye that it’s not him. Realizing that she’s moving, she turns her head and sees someone else beside her. Isabel…she’s not awake and she has blood running down over her eye and down her face. The last thing she sees is a man dressed in black combat gear standing over her as she fades out of consciousness.  Roswell Valenti house Max stumbles through the front door, being pushed by Michael to move. He falls onto the couch, still grasping the bloody necklace in his hand as he stares at it and he’s vaguely aware of others moving around him and talking but he doesn’t even try to listen to what they’re saying. Feeling the cushion sink next to him he sees out of the corner of his eye that it’s his Mom. She’s crying and shaking her head…asking him something it seems. But he can only stare at the necklace. He should be on his way to getting married right now. He should be on his way to marrying the only girl he’s ever loved…the other half of his soul. It was all arranged…he can’t wait to see the dress she got. She wouldn’t let him see it. He needs to remember his suit, it’s hanging on the closet door at Michael’s apartment. They need to leave in time to check in their hotel before going to the little chapel that she picked out. He’s knocked out of his thoughts by a hand roughly grabbing his chin. “Max! Wake up!” Michael yells at him and shakes his head back and forth roughly. He looks up, startled, and sees Michael standing in front of him. When their eyes meet, Michael lets go and backs away to sit on the coffee table and Max looks around to see that he’s sitting on Valenti’s couch and the living room is full. Jim is on the phone, Maria is sitting in a chair at the table rocking back and forth and crying silently, his Mom is sitting next to him, his Dad is on his cell phone close to the front door, and Jesse is standing behind Michael looking at Max. “Are you with us?” Michael demands. “Because we really don’t need you off in la la land right now.” And he runs his hand through his hair. Max slowly nods his head…realization forcing its way back in through the fog of his mind, and asks, “Where’s Isabel?” When he hears his mother’s cries get louder and sees the look on Jesse’s face, he knows and nods his head in understanding. “Anyone else?” “Don’t think so.” Michael answers him. “Maria’s Mom is with Liz’s parents right now at the police station.” He moves to sink down on the floor. Max nods his head again and looks down at the blood on his hand. “Max, what’s going on? Who were they? Why would they do that…why would they take Liz and Kyle, too? This is because of who you and Isabel are, isn’t it?” Diane Evans cries next to him. Max turns to his Mom, a look of absolute devastation on his face…he has no answers for her. “I followed them to the school, they came from everywhere. I don’t think they had enough time…the police showed up and they all took off.” Michael tells him from the floor. “That’s the only thing I can figure.” “Did anyone see the direction they went?” Max asks looking around at everyone. “I tried to run after them, but the police were all over the place and I couldn’t see.” Jesse tells him. “They were definitely military…probably working with the FBI.” Max looks up as Jim gets off the phone and walks into the room. “I saw Kyle and Liz go down…Liz was…shot…at least twice. I think Kyle was hit right before she was. Did anyone see what happened to Isabel?” Jesse shakes his head. “I don’t know. We heard Liz shouting over at us and Isabel ran over to her when we saw Kyle go down. Then I lost sight of her. Before she ran off she said…she screamed at me to get down. Then she was gone.” His voice catches as he stops his pacing. “What did you find out?” Max asks Valenti. Running a shaky hand through his hair, Jim says, “Not much. They’re pretty busy down at the station. Hanson told me at the school that they got a call about a disturbance at the school and when they got there they saw military vehicles moving out and people running out of the gym. He’s on the phone with the FBI trying to get answers right now.” “We can only assume that these are the same people that found Tess’ crashed ship. But if they were after Liz and Kyle, too…the FBI has to be involved.” Max thinks aloud. Phillip puts his phone back in his pocket and turns to Max. “The FBI? Why would they even care about Liz and Kyle?” “Because I healed them.” Max tells his Dad. “I healed them and made them…different. The FBI knows this…they know about all of us. They have for a while.” “But…how can you be sure? You can’t be positive that they know all about you.” His Dad persists. Max stands up, not wanting to have this discussion right now. “Because they had  me, Dad. They had me…2 years ago…they  tortured me. I can’t…we’re not talking about this now. Believe me…they know all about us, and everyone we know. Did you think I was joking when I told you were a marked man now?” Seeing the shocked looks on his parents’ faces, he turns to Jim. “I need a list of all the military facilities within 100 miles. They’ll have to stay close…because Kyle and Liz will need…medical attention.” He can’t get past his desperate thoughts that if he were with them he could heal them…make sure they were ok. Tears pool in Jim’s eyes as he asks, “But how do you know…that they’re even…that they’re alive?” Looking at the floor, then up to Jim, Max says, “I’m sorry, but I don’t know if Kyle’s alive or not. I’m working on the assumption that they’ll want them alive and will do anything to keep them that way. But Liz isn’t dead. I would know it…she’s alive…I can still feel her.” He looks over to Maria as she says, “Are you sure? Please tell me you’re sure, Max.” He walks over and puts his hand on Maria’s shoulder and nods. “I’m sure.” Phillip clears his throat and says, “I was on the phone with a judge I know…he has contacts. I told him what happened and he’s getting in touch with his military and government contacts to see if he can find out anything. The government just can’t take U.S. citizens against their will. They’ll have to tell us where they’re at.” Max looks at his Dad and sees how confident he is…how confident he is that their government is honest and works within the boundaries of the law. It’s what his entire career has been based on, and Max knows it’s going to be hard for him to accept the fact that it’s not true. “Dad, I know you want to believe that, and I appreciate you trying…but you don’t know.” “No, Max…I know that this is against the law. They have no right.” Phillip insists. Max meets his father’s gaze and says, “They weren’t exactly ringing  your phone off the hook when they took me, were they? And what about when they came after Zan? They searched your house…they don’t care about the  law…in their mind, we don’t have any rights.” “We should go back to that place they took you, Max. We should go tonight.” Maria says in all seriousness. “Eagle Rock? It’s not too far away.” Shaking his head, Max says, “No. They wouldn’t take them there. It’s too obvious…they know we know where it’s at.” Turning back to his parents, he asks, “You’re sure they won’t find Zan? You made sure of that, right?” “No…they won’t find him. We took him…he’s not even in this state, Max. There’s no way anyone can trace him back to us.” Phillip assures him. “Isabel…can’t she use her powers…or something…to contact you?” Jesse asks them wearily. Michael looks over at Jesse. “She can dreamwalk. But not if she’s unconscious.” “Everyone needs to be ready tonight in case she tries. Keep something to write on by your beds…hopefully she’s well enough.” Max clings to this as their only real hope of finding them. He doesn’t say any more as he walks down the hall and into the Valenti’s bathroom. Shutting the door quietly, he sinks to the floor and lets the sobs he’s held back over take him. He meant it when he told them he wouldn’t wish the white room on his worst enemy…even Tess. And now…now the two people he loves most in the world are probably there. Why couldn’t they have taken him instead? He’d trade himself in a minute if Liz and Isabel could be safe. Liz…he can’t stop thinking about the look of shock on her face…the explosion of blood coming from her chest and his heart aches like it’s never ached before. His body starts shaking uncontrollably as he clutches the bloody necklace to his face. Today…today was supposed to be the best day of their lives…and it turned out to be the worst. In the living room, silence descends when they can hear Max’s sobbing coming from the bathroom. Not able to listen to it anymore, Jim walks out the front door…his hand covering his face. Phillip moves to the couch to embrace his wife as Michael moves to the table and pulls Maria up out of her chair and sits down, pulling her back down in his lap. He rubs his hand over her back and she cries as he tells her that they’ll find them. Through her sniffles, Maria says, “She was so excited…today was…it was supposed to be her wedding day.” and she cries even harder. Looking sharply up at Maria, Phillip says, “What?! Liz…and Max…were going to get married today? Without telling us?” Nodding, Maria says, “They had it all planned…after the graduation ceremony. They were gonna drive to Vegas by themselves…to just have this one thing…for themselves.” Letting out another sob, she continues, “But not now…she’ll never get to have her cheesy Elvis wedding now…” She fades off, overcome with tears. Michael tries to comfort her and looks over at the once-again shocked Evans’. They’ve certainly had a lot to absorb in the last month. Finding out Max has a kid, that their kids are really aliens, hiding Max’s son for safety, having their daughter abducted by the government, and that Max was going to get married without telling them. Michael’s surprised they’re still sane. Jesse is caught up in his own thoughts. As he sits in a chair, head hanging in his hands, he feels like he’s been kicked in the chest. Kicked in the chest with a powerful dose of realization…and guilt. Now he understands. He and Isabel had been on the road to reconciling, even though he still resented being pulled into the alien mess and the fact that she lied to him. But now, now he fully understands why she did what she did. This is what they’ve been scared of their whole lives and it finally happened. His wife was in the hands of…of what? He doesn’t know what happened to Max when they captured him, but he knows it was bad. He just wants his wife back, he wants to tell her how sorry he is and spend the rest of his life making it up to her.  32 miles east of Las Cruses Isabel slowly wakes up, the throbbing in her head so painful she doesn’t want to open her eyes. She wonders where she’s at and peeks one eye open to see that she’s in a medical type room…lights glaring down at her. She looks down to see that she’s wearing the clothes she put on this morning and wonders if it’s even the same day. The events of graduation start to seep in and she panics, looking around her. She’s not bound and slowly tries to sit up. She can see another room on the other side of a glass wall and gasps when she sees Kyle lying on a gurney in the middle of it. His shirt is off and he’s covered in bandages with a tube down his throat. There are several machines surrounding him, she recognizes a heart monitor and a respirator. There’s an IV hooked into the top of his hand. Wincing in pain, her hand flies to her head as she slides off the gurney she was lying on. She steadies herself and walks to the glass to look at Kyle and is startled when someone enters his room. He looks like a doctor and she looks hopefully at him as his gaze meets hers. When he sees her, he turns around quickly and says something into the hall that she can’t hear and her door opens…two soldiers rush in and start toward her. Then she realizes…they’re not in a hospital. Her eyes open wide as the men approach her and reach for her arms. Shaking her head, she sees one of them has a syringe and she screams as he jams it into her arm and pushes the plunger down. She immediately becomes drowsy and her knees buckle as they carry her back over to the gurney. Her eyes droop shut as she calls out silently for Jesse. When she wakes up again, she tries to stay still as she moves her head slightly to look over at Kyle. He’s still there, motionless as his chest rises and falls with the respirator. A single tear slips out of her eye as she straightens her head and closes her eyes. She needs to contact Max and she hopes she’s not too nervous or pumped full of drugs to dreamwalk him. She turns her head to the other side, looking into the dark room behind the glass. Whoever took them just took her and Kyle. Why Kyle? Where are they? Trying to concentrate, she relaxes as much as she can and pictures Max in her mind. Reaching out to him, she hopes that he’s asleep. She reaches him easily…almost like he was waiting for her and finds herself in the Crashdown. She looks around and sees Max sitting in a booth in the corner, his eyes on Liz as she waits on other customers. Isabel sits in the seat across from him and tries to get his attention. “Max. I’m here.” But his eyes are glued to Liz as she looks over and smiles at him. “Max!” His eyes fly to her and open wider in realization. “Isabel! Where are you?” “I don’t know, Max. What happened? We’re in some kind of medical building…I’m not sure.” “We? Is Liz there?” He asks frantically, interrupting her. “Liz? No…she’s…just me and Kyle. Do they have Liz, too?” She asks, confused. His face falls and he nods his head, looking back at dream Liz. “They shot her…twice, I think. There was so much blood.” Her gaze falls to Max’s hands and she sees that they’re covered in blood and he’s clutching a necklace. “No…I haven’t seen Liz. Kyle’s in the next room. He looks bad, but he’s alive. He’s hooked up to a bunch of machines. Max, you have to get us out of here!” He looks back at her. “Are you ok? Did they do anything to you?” “I’m fine. I have a killer headache, but I’m fine. They injected me with something…to make me sleep earlier.” He nods in relief and asks, “I need to know where you’re at, Isabel. Have you seen anything…or remember how long it took you to get there? Anything?” Shaking her head in frustration, she says, “No…I woke up here. There were military guys in here earlier…but besides that I don’t know anything.” She brings her hand to her head, trying to think. “Garrott!” Max looks at her, confused. “One of the guys in here earlier had the name Garrott on his uniform. I didn’t see the other one. Is that enough? Can you look up someone in the military named Garrott?” She looks at him hopefully. “I don’t know, we’ll try. Contact me if you find out anything else…or if they…do anything.” He looks at her sadly. She nods as he looks back over at dream Liz. “Max…tell Jesse…tell him I love him. Would you?” He looks back at her and says, “Yah. I’ll tell him. He’s worried about you.” “Thank you. I have to go now, Max. Tell Mom and Dad that I love them, too. I hope I see you soon.” She reaches for his hand and pulls back, seeing the blood again. “I love you Isabel…and if you find Liz, tell her…” His sentence fades as he smiles back at dream Liz. “I’ll tell her. Please find us, Max.” She says as she gets up from the booth and walks out of Max’s dream.  Roswell Michael’s apartment Waking up with a start, Max falls off the couch and he tries to hold on to and remember what Isabel told him in the dream. He blindly reaches for a piece of paper and a pen off the side table, knocking everything off of it including the lamp. As he frantically writes down the name Isabel gave him, Michael runs out of his bedroom and asks, “What the hell, Max.” as he rubs at his eye. “Isabel dreamwalked me.” Max tells him as he writes down everything he remembers and Michael rushes over to him. “Where are they? What did she say? Are they ok?” Max shakes his head and holds up his hand, silently telling Michael to let him finish writing. When he’s done, he leans back against the couch and lets out the breath he was holding. “All she could give me was a name. She woke up wherever they’re at…she’s only seen Kyle.” Maria runs out of Michael’s room then. “Did you see Isabel? Did she tell you where they are? Is Liz alright?” She runs over to sit on the floor next to Max, looking at the paper he’s holding. “She doesn’t know…and she hasn’t seen Liz, just Kyle.” Max tells her wearily. “I need to call Valenti…get this name checked out.” He gets up to get the phone. After he calls Jim, he calls his parents and tells them what he told Michael and Maria. After assuring them that Isabel is fine, he hangs up and calls Jesse. He picks up after the first ring and Max asks him to meet him at Valenti’s in 30 minutes. Max, Michael and Maria arrive at the Valenti’s the same time as Jesse. “What’s going on, Max? Did Isabel contact you?” Jesse asks him as soon as he steps out of his car. Max walks over to Jesse and says, “Yes, she’s fine…she hasn’t been hurt. She wanted me to tell you that she loves you.” as he puts a hand on Jesses shoulder. Jesse sags in relief and takes two big gulping breaths. “We’re gonna find her, Jesse. She gave me a clue.” Max tells him as they walk into the house. When they walk in, Max sees Jim is on the phone and motions for them to have a seat. Max can’t sit, though…he can’t sit still. He hopes that this name will lead them to something…anything…that will get him to Liz. He can still feel her and it comforts him somewhat to at least know that she’s still alive. When Jim gets off the phone, he joins the others in the living room waving a piece of paper. “Craig Garrott…Army. He’s stationed at White Sands. That’s all I got. There was another one…a Ronald Garrott, but he’s stationed in Germany.” “White Sands. We can be there before dawn.” Max says, hope finally flooding through him. “Jim, Isabel told me she saw Kyle in the room next to her. He’s alive…unconscious, but alive.” Jim falls onto a kitchen chair and says, “Thank God. What about Liz?” “She didn’t even know Liz was taken…she hasn’t seen her.” Max says sadly. Jim shakes his head. “Max, look…White Sands is crawling with people. My bet is, if they’re there, they’re deep within…probably separate from the main base. We should go now, but just to check it out tomorrow and decide on what to do then.” Nodding, Max says, “You’re right. Michael, let’s go pack and Jim? Bring a gun for yourself.” as he stands up and heads toward the door. “Wait…I’m going with you.” Jesse says, stopping Max at the door. “No, you’re not. You’ll only slow us down and I can’t worry about protecting you.” Max tells him. “I can take care of myself, besides, Valenti’s going.” Jesse bristles. “Valenti’s done this before…and his son is in there.” “My  wife is in there. I’m going with you.” Jesse says as he walks past Max out the door. “I don’t take orders from you.” Admitting defeat, Max walks back to his car with Michael.  The next night White Sands Dressed in army fatigues, the four men lie on the ground outside a fence looking at a large grey building and the activity surrounding it. “I have the name of the CO…that should get us past security at the door. From there, we’re blind…we’re gonna have to work with whatever connection you have to Liz.” Jim says to Max as they look through binoculars. “It’s fading…we have to move now.” Max tells them. They make their way back to the army jeep they stole on their way and drive to the first gate that will take them inside the base. They’re surprised when they’re waved through without any problem and park outside the grey building. Approaching the security checkpoint, Jim steps forward and says, “Lieutenant James here to see Peterson.” The guard looks at the four of them, pausing to look at Michael closely and says, “Go ahead. You know where you’re going?” “Yes.” Jim answers as he moves through the door with Max, Jesse and Michael following close behind. Once inside, Max takes the lead down a long passageway. Keeping their eyes forward, they try to blend in with everyone else walking the hallways. Max makes two left turns and another right before opening a door and walking down three flights of stairs. They come out to a hallway that looks mostly deserted and Max looks both ways before turning right. “Something’s not right.” He tells the others as he opens a door and they enter a large room with eight doorways along its walls. In the middle is a station, similar to a nurse’s station and Michael walks behind it. “Why isn’t anyone here?” Max asks as he makes his way around the room and looks through each windowed door. He’s confused, he was sure they would be in here…could almost feel it. He stops at one door and opens it. Walking in, he sees a gurney surrounded by medical equipment and looks around to see that the two connecting walls are made of glass. Looking into the room next to the one he’s in, he sees another gurney. The room on the opposite side is dark. He walks back to the gurney and lays his hand on it…and is immediately hit with a flash of Kyle…hooked up to IVs and monitors. He pulls his hand away and walks back into the main room…dazed. Jim is standing by the main door, keeping an eye out for anyone who might question them. “Kyle was here.” Max tells him. “He was in this room…alive. They had him hooked up to a respirator and a heart monitor…he had an IV, maybe two.” Jim walks over to look in the room as Max makes his way to the room next to it. When he walks in he heads straight for the gurney and lays his hand on it, but doesn’t get any flashes. Quickly, he makes his way around to all eight rooms and in the last one, he lays his hand on the gurney and sees a quick flash of Liz. He cries out and stumbles away, grabbing onto the doorway for balance. Michael rushes to him and grabs him for support. “What is it?” “They’re not here…they were, but not anymore. I can’t feel her anymore, they’re gone.” Max says as he leads the others out and back up to the main level. Once they’re a safe distance from the base, they abandon the jeep and change back into their regular clothes in a gas station bathroom. They take a cab back to the motel they stayed at the night before and retrieve Jim’s truck before heading back toward Roswell. “Max, did you see anything…that might tell us where they took them?” Jim asks the shaking young man next to him. “No.” Max says shortly. He can’t stop his body from shaking and his eyes are burning with unshed tears as he looks out the side window next to him. He can’t feel Liz anymore and it feels like he’s empty and cold inside. She’s gone…she could be dead for all he knew and the thought chills him to the bone. From what he saw in the flash, she was in bad shape…she had been surrounded my doctors and the sound of machines beeping. They were operating on her and there was blood everywhere. Where are they? Where did they take her? He just wants to be able to go to sleep and hope that Isabel can dreamwalk him.  Somewhere over Oklahoma Isabel sits, cuffed and strapped into a seat on a small jet…with no idea where they’re going. She can see the sun coming up over the horizon out the window and she guesses that they’re going north east. But east to where? In front of her lie two hospital gurneys…one containing Kyle and the other containing Liz. They look pale, Liz worse than Kyle. She has bruises around both eyes and her lips look purple. They took Kyle off the respirator, so at least he’s breathing on his own. She knows that Kyle was shot, she saw it and she can see the bandages on his upper torso that confirm it for her. She never saw what happened to Liz and she can’t see anything underneath the paper gown they have her in. Dropping her head back on her seat, she tries to close her eyes and dreamwalk Max again. But either he’s not asleep, or they’re too far away because she’s been trying all night and she can’t get through. Turning her head to look out the window, her chin quivers as a lonely tear makes its way down her cheek. If she can’t reach Max, they’ll never find them…and as she watches the sun rise higher in the sky, she begins to lose all hope of ever going home to Jesse again. In the cockpit, Agent Meyers is on the phone with Washington. “Three, sir.” He shrinks in his seat as he gets an ass-chewing by Gerard. “The local police showed up early…we had to evacuate.” He tries to explain. “But we  did get their leader.” He says proudly, hoping this will overshadow the failure of the rest of the mission. “We also got Isabel Evans and Kyle Valenti. Parker is still unconscious, but she’ll be at full strength within the month, guaranteed. Without their leader, the others will make mistakes and we’ll be there to catch them when they do.” Grinning as he hears Gerard’s praise at capturing Liz Parker, Meyers looks into the main cabin and looks toward Liz, thinking, “You’ve just made my career…thank you very much.” ~TBC~ </center><center>So come and sit on my box, enjoy the view of this water where my lifeboat is sinking. If you reach out for more, you'll find nothing but sorrow...because knowledge is hollow, and pride is hard to swallow. Col Threadkiller is the coolest!<img src=http://www.roswell-orbs.com/smilies/coo ...

Post by **roswellkitkat** » Sun May 12, 2002 9:37 pm

<img src=http://www.ezboard.com/intl/aenglish/im ... ns/eek.gif ALT=":eek"> They think Liz is the leader? Oh poor Liz, she is going to go through the White Room pain too!! Please come back and fix all this....please... Angel, can I just say what an excellent gift for writing you have? I am way jealous! <center>*************<center>Roswell on Sci-Fi in 2003.<center>Got it?<CENTER>Get it?<CENTER>Good!<center>

Anonymous · Post by **Anonymous** » Tue May 14, 2002 9:04 am

Angel talk about angst!!! Ok so what is it with Liz & Kyle they just seem to attract bullets??? Both of them shot for a second time in their short lives <img src=http://www.ezboard.com/intl/aenglish/im ... /frown.gif ALT=":("> Hmmmmmmm so they think Liz is the leader............I can relate, the pod squad wouldn't be alive without her <img src=http://www.ezboard.com/intl/aenglish/im ... s/wink.gif ALT=";)"> Do they think Liz is an alien or do they realise she is changing because of Max healing her???? How the heck are they going to get out of this latest disaster???  MORE! MORE! MORE! <img src=http://www.ezboard.com/intl/aenglish/im ... /smile.gif ALT=":)"> <center>******************************</center><center><img src=http://www.netsnapshot.com/users/6410/i ... r>THE UK 'ORBIT' HAS LANDED!!!<img src=http://www.data-techniques.net/cwm/otn/ ... r>ZARA ISABEL MARCH 8TH 2002</center><center>ZAN IS DA MAN<center>Hoo= PIC!!Blue= Cyber Mum</center><center>If evolution works, why do mums only have two hands???</center>

Post by **Angel13** » Tue May 14, 2002 10:34 am

Part 4~  Six months later Roswell Max looks over at the clock beside his bed for the tenth time that morning. Finally, he whips the covers off and throws his legs over the side as he rubs his face wearily. He moved back in to his parent’s house a few days after graduation…they wanted him closer to them and frankly, he was tired of sleeping on Michael’s couch. He’s spent the last five months working full time at the UFO Museum and saving money to get his own apartment. As he glances at the notepad by his bed, he curses silently at another night gone by without any contact from Isabel. The last entry on the pad of paper is also the first. He hasn’t heard from Isabel since that first night and right now, it looks like that’s their only hope left. Nobody has gotten any word about the whereabouts of Liz, Kyle or Isabel…no one is talking. Not that he thought they would, but his parents were so sure that they’d be able to find out something. His Dad had threatened to go to the press, but Jim urged them not to…it would only bring unwanted attention to the rest of them and it wouldn’t help them in the end anyway. There had been a huge investigation right after graduation. The town of Roswell was outraged that something like that could happen and the FBI even came to town…to investigate their own kidnappings. It was laughable. They put on a good show, though, interviewing everyone…even Max himself. In the end, the official explanation ended up being terrorists. Max knew then that they would never find out anything through official channels. Terrorists. Max had to laugh bitterly when that came out. He thought it was pretty ironic that the U.S. government was calling itself terrorists. In the days that followed, Maria retreated into herself and not even Michael could break her from it. She lost both her best friends…almost exactly a year apart. She didn’t talk to anyone anymore and she quit her job at the Crashdown to help her Mom at her alien themed store. Max hasn’t talked to her since…she refuses to see him. Michael kept his job at the Crashdown and got another one at the local one hour photo. The last Max knew, he had been working on his powers out in the desert on the weekends. He can’t remember the last time he talked to Michael in person. Jim got a job in the sheriff’s department again…as a deputy. It gives him better access to information without having to go through Hanson. He spent the first few weeks after graduation remodeling Kyle’s bedroom. It needed it anyway after Tess’ visit and subsequent damage. He also contacted UNM, where Kyle had gotten a football scholarship for the fall, and talked them into holding their spot for him. They, of course, knew that Kyle had been taken from his high school graduation by ‘terrorists’ and were more than happy to accommodate his father. Jesse stayed where he was…still working for Phillip at the law office. He was frantic the first few weeks…beating on Max’s door and demanding that he do something. But he finally gave up and retreated into his own world. As for himself, Max spent a solid three weeks in bed…sleeping as much as he could, hoping to hear from Isabel. During his waking hours, he stayed in his room and stared at the walls…wallowing in his depression. After three weeks, though, his Mom wouldn’t allow it to continue. She broke the lock on his door and forced him out of bed and out of the house. He had become pale and lost close to 20 pounds from surviving on warm soda and tortillas. Max still calls everyone once a day…well, their answering machines at least…to let them know that he didn’t hear from Isabel during the night. That’s the only contact he has with anyone. He can’t bring himself to be around them, knowing they’ll just look to him for answers he doesn’t have. He doesn’t want to face them, anyway…face their disappointment, their defeat. He has enough of that for himself. Standing up and walking to the bathroom, Max dreads another long day at the museum. As he showers and dresses, his thoughts are filled with what they always are…Liz. What would they be doing if she hadn’t been taken? Would they be living in their own place…getting ready together for their day ahead? He would probably give her a kiss goodbye after eating breakfast together and be looking forward to the end of the day when he’d see her again. He would have made sure she went to school while he worked to support them. He could sit with her in the kitchen while she studied at night and help her study for tests and lying in bed at night, he could wrap his arms around her and tell her how much he loves her. Shaking himself from his daydreams, Max leaves the house and drives the short distance to the UFO Museum. Trying not to look over at the Crashdown and the memories it stirs in him, he unlocks the door and prepares to open for the day. As he walks down the stairs, he sees Brody bent over the Alien Autopsy display, shoving the intestines back in the prone plastic alien. “Good morning, Max.” He says as he notices Max walk in. Max nods at him and says, “I can take care of that, Brody. You don’t need to fix the displays.” “It’s alright…I was restless this morning.” Brody explains. “I spent the night following information from some of my connections.” Max’s eyes open wide in curiosity. “Anything interesting?” Walking back over after finishing the display, Brody says, “Just some unusual government activity…following some eyewitness accounts of strange incidents that some believe are alien related.” His mind working overtime, Max asks, “Where at? What kind of incidents?” Laughing quietly, Brody says, “I knew you’d be just as curious as I was.” He leads Max to his office and opens up some files on his computer. Bringing up several different pictures of the same building…all different angles, Brody fills him in. “From what I’ve heard, several different people saw some odd things coming from this area right outside of Washington DC. Bright lights mostly…but the interesting thing is this.” He pulls up one more picture and Max freezes, feeling his heart stop. It’s a picture of the same building at night, but it’s surrounded by a green energy field…with what looks like electrical currents running through it. “This happened two nights ago for ten minutes and this guy got a picture of it.” “Look at that, Max. That has to be something alien, don’t you think?” Max faintly hears Brody asking him as they both stare at the picture. Snapping out of his daze, he asks Brody if he can have a printout of it before asking him for the next few days off. “You’re going there, aren’t you?” he asks. “Do you remember something from your abduction? Do you recognize this?” Looking at Brody absently, Max nods his head and says, “Yes. I think so.” Handing the printout to Max, Brody says, “I understand you need to go…but don’t be disappointed when it turns out to be nothing.” Staring at the picture, Max slowly backs out of the office and says, “Yah…um…I have to go now.” And as he turns away he hears Brody call after him, “Take care of yourself Max.” He practically runs out of the museum and looks around helplessly as he reaches the street. He needs to do something….what. Right…he should call…he should call Michael and the others. He looks around, confused, not sure where he should go. Every intelligent thought has flown out of his head and he starts to panic before forcing himself to calm down and take deep breaths. He looks at the picture again to reassure himself that he’s actually seeing what he thinks he’s seeing. The green energy surrounding the building looks exactly like the green energy that Liz had earlier this year. The same green current that ran through her body so badly before she left for Vermont. The same green energy that she blasted Tess across Michael’s apartment with. Fishing his cell phone out of his pocket, he dials the sheriff’s station and asks for Jim as he gets in his car and drives there. When he walks into the station, Jim is waiting for him and leads him to a conference room. “It’s ok to talk in here.” Jim tells him as he closes the door. Max throws the picture down on the table in front of Jim and says, “I need to know where exactly this is…who’s in it…what agency is there and how many people work there. As much as you can find out…it’s outside of Washington DC and I’m assuming it’s a government owned building.” Jim looks at the picture in awe and asks, “What is this Max?” Pointing to the green field surrounding the building, Max says, “Liz. Liz is here.” Jim looks up at Max in surprise for a few moments before he says, “Can I make a copy of this?” Nodding, Max watches as Jim leaves the room and gets out his cell phone again. He dials Michael’s apartment and gets his answering machine. “We’re meeting at your apartment in…” he looks at his watch. “…three hours.” And he hangs up. Jim walks back in and hands the original back to him and says, “I’ll find out what I can.” “We’re meeting at Michael’s in three hours. Get as much information as you can and meet us there.” Max says before adding, “It’s her, Jim. That’s her energy…and if she’s there, there’s a good chance that Kyle and Isabel are too.” Jim is speechless as he looks down at the picture. They’ve had so little to go on, that he grasps on to what Max is saying with all he is. “I’ll be there.” Max leaves the station and drives to Amy’s store while dialing his Dad’s office. When Jesse picks up, Max says, “Can you be at Michael’s in three hours?” “What’s going on? Did Isabel contact you last night? I thought you said on my machine this morning that she didn’t.” Jesse asks, confused. “No…but I have something else. Just try to make it…tell my Dad.” Max tries to explain without saying too much over the phone. Jesse agrees just as Max pulls up in front of the store. Tucking his phone back in his pocket, Max looks out his windshield into the front window of the store and sees Maria inside, sitting behind the counter. She’s reading a magazine and twirling her hair around her fingers when she glances out the window and sees Max. Max hasn’t even seen Maria since they came back from White Sands…she avoided him and he…he avoided everyone. He tried to see her once, but she turned him away. They stare at each other, one dreading the news that she’s sure she’s about to hear…the other dreading being turned away in anger by his once best friend. Max finally breaks away and gets out of the car, walking up to the front door and stepping through. He watches as Maria stands up behind the counter with a look of fear all over her face. Glancing around the store, he looks for anyone who might be there browsing. “There’s no one here.” Maria says softly. Nodding, Max steps toward her and pulls the folded picture out of his back pocket and lays it down on the counter in front of Maria. “I think I found her.” He says as he pushes the folded paper toward her. Maria brings her hand up to her mouth to hold in the sob that threatens to escape as she slowly unfolds the paper with her other hand. “Oh God.” She cries when she sees the picture and the cries come out full force. She looks up at Max, then back to the picture. “That’s her! That’s her….her weird alien green stuff!” She looks back up at him with tears streaming down her face. He nods at her and says, “I think so.” Maria sinks down in her chair and lets out a deep breath before asking, “When was this taken?” “Two days ago…outside of DC.” He tells her. “We’re meeting at Michael’s in three hours…Valenti is getting information for me.” He steps closer to the counter. “I thought you’d want to be there.” Still looking at the picture, she says, “I’m going with you. I don’t care what you say, I’m going.” She looks up at him. “You  are going, right? Today?” “Yes, I am. We’ll go over the details at Michael’s.” Surprised, Maria cocks her head at him. “You’re not gonna tell me I can’t go?” “No, I’m not.” He gives her a small smile before grabbing the picture back up and turning to walk back toward the front door. Before he steps back outside he hears Maria say, “Thank you, Max.” He turns and smiles at her once more before leaving and getting back in his car. Pulling out his phone, he calls the airline and buys five tickets to Washington DC. There goes all the apartment money he was saving. Oh well. When he reaches his house, he rushes in the front door and fills his Mom in on the meeting, counting on Jesse to tell his Dad before going to his bedroom and packing a bag. ~TBC~ </center><center>So come and sit on my box, enjoy the view of this water where my lifeboat is sinking. If you reach out for more, you'll find nothing but sorrow...because knowledge is hollow, and pride is hard to swallow. Col Threadkiller is the coolest!<img src=http://www.roswell-orbs.com/smilies/coo ...

Post by **majiklmoon** » Tue May 14, 2002 10:42 am

<img src=http://www.theunholytrinity.org/cracks_ ... xhello.gif ALT=":clap"> <img src=http://www.theunholytrinity.org/cracks_ ... xhello.gif ALT=":clap"> <img src=http://www.theunholytrinity.org/cracks_ ... xhello.gif ALT=":clap"> ...Angel, this is soooo good. I found your stories on another board where I was going to post time passages, so i was a good orb and left you feedback there too <img src=http://www.ezboard.com/intl/aenglish/im ... /smile.gif ALT=":)"> <center>Margo is a Super ORB!</center><center><center>It all started with a boy, a girl and a silver handprint.<center>Countess Majiklmoon Mistress and keeper of the tunes</center></color><center>Xander: I happen to be very biteable pal. I'm moist and delicious. Spike: alright, yeah fine you're a nummy treat.</color> ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Great love is wild and passionate and dangerous... it burns and consumes</center><a href=http://pub84.ezboard.com/bmajiklmoonsrealm><img src=http://members.aol.com/majiklmoon/image ...

Post by **roswellkitkat** » Tue May 14, 2002 11:20 am

<img src=http://www.theunholytrinity.org/cracks_ ... humpup.gif ALT=":thumbsup"> This is great Angel! <center>*************<center>Roswell on Sci-Fi in 2003.<center>Got it?<CENTER>Get it?<CENTER>Good!<center>

Anonymous · Post by **Anonymous** » Wed May 15, 2002 12:09 am

You almost snuck this fic past my eyes... I said  almost <img src=http://www.ezboard.com/intl/aenglish/im ... s/wink.gif ALT=";)"> you're sneaky! But I LUBS ya for it... This story is great! Can't wait to see what happens next! Will they find Liz/Kyle/Isabel? Why won't Liz cooperate? What are they doing to them all??? -Col. <center>Malee's Sidekick aka Colonel Threadkiller <img src=http://photo.msn.s8.com/MS8zLzAvMS8xMDg ... > "Open up my Head and Let me Out!" - DMB <img src=http://w3f.com/gifs/flag/usa/hr.gif> May ROSWELL Live Forever in Fan Fic!!! AtO is so cool, she makes anything look easy!</center>

Post by **Angel13** » Wed May 15, 2002 11:25 am

Part 5~  Outside Washington DC From the confines of her small room, Isabel can hear the screaming and crashing of things being thrown in the room next to her. Shaking her head, she curls up on her bed and wishes that Liz wouldn’t fight them so much. Every day it’s the same…they come to get Liz from her room and she fights them tooth and nail as they chase her around the room, trying to restrain her. It always ends the same, and Isabel just can’t understand why she keeps fighting. Soon, the noise ends and she hears a door slam shut. “Assholes!” she hears Liz scream as they leave. It’s the last thing she hears, though, knowing they drugged her to get her to calm down. Sitting up, she can hear the familiar footsteps in the hall and forces a smile on her face as an attendant walks into her room. “Good morning, Isabel.” The woman says to her. “Good morning, Sharon.” Isabel says back, as nicely as she can. “Will I get to see Kyle today?” “I think so.” Sharon tells her as she makes her way around Isabel’s room, gathering used towels and her morning breakfast tray. “I think they’ll allow it.” Sighing in relief, Isabel sags back on her bed. She learned quickly, that if you were cooperative and pleasant, you were rewarded. Sometimes she gets to go outside and once a week she gets to see Kyle…that is if he behaves himself. She didn’t get to see him for an entire month after they first got here because he was recovering, then he fought them when he had the strength. They let her write him a note, begging him to cooperate and maybe they’d let him see her. Soon after, they brought Kyle to her room where they got to talk for over an hour. She wrote a similar note to Liz, but after six months, she still wasn’t giving in. She tried dreamwalking Liz, to try to reassure her and get her to stop fighting them…but she couldn’t get in. As Sharon moves to leave the room, she turns back to Isabel. “They’ll be here in about 30 minutes…nothing too major today.” “Thank you, Sharon.” Isabel says sweetly as the door to her room shuts. Her smile drops immediately and she rolls her eyes as she lies back down on her bed. Nothing too major. Right. Last time she heard that, they pulled one of her molars out, right before sticking a cable with a small camera on the end of it down her throat. She’s stopped trying to imagine what they’ll do to her next. Sometimes it’s worse than what she imagines…sometimes better. So she decided it’s best to not let herself get her hopes up that it’ll be painless and she just stopped trying to guess. Besides, she can’t even think of what else they could do to her. It didn’t take her long to accept the fact that they were never leaving this place. She gave up trying to dreamwalk anyone she knew months ago. She tried night after night to contact Max, Michael, Jesse…even her parents. But it didn’t work. They were too far away. She still tries about once a week…just for the hell of it. Kyle still holds out hope…still believes that they’ll finish with them and have no choice but to let them go. Isabel smiles and nods at him, not wanting to take that little hope away from him. But Liz…she hasn’t seen Liz since the day they got there…as she was unloaded from the plane and wheeled away. She hears her every day, though…her screams of fury. She doesn’t know for sure what they’re doing to Liz, but several times, she’s been startled to see her room bathed in a green, electric-like energy. It happened two days ago and she’s positive it’s coming from Liz. The large usage of power always surprises her, knocking the wind out of her. Kyle said he saw it when he was being walked down the hall…he told her it looked like the entire building was covered with it. The angrier Liz gets, the stronger her powers seem to get, is all Isabel can figure out. She’s interrupted from her thoughts by her door opening and a white clad orderly coming in. He motions for her to get up and she calmly follows him out the door and down the hall. At least they trust her enough now to not restrain her anymore. For two months they dragged her out of her room with her arms and legs bound. But they stopped that when they realized she would go willingly. They walk past the same doorways she passes every day and she smiles kindly at the familiar faces that walk by. As she enters the exam room, she says goodbye to the orderly, Scott is his name, as he leaves. She sits on the end of the padded exam table and waits for the inevitable entrance of Dr. Weston. A fortyish man with graying brown hair and a receding hairline. When he walks in, he’s looking at a clipboard and says, “How are you this morning, Isabel?” “Fine, Dr. Weston. Thank you for asking.” She says sweetly. “So what do we have scheduled today?” He looks up at her and smiles…it makes her skin crawl. “Just a little minor surgery. We’ll put you into light sleep in a moment.” And he turns to the desk that’s placed against the wall, setting his clipboard down. Isabel swallows and watches the door, waiting to see who else will be joining them. After a few moments, a nurse and another man walk in carrying a try, which is covered by a cloth, hiding what’s underneath. She scoots back on the table to lie down as the nurse walks over to her and inserts an IV into her arm. Within 30 seconds, the room goes dark as she loses consciousness. When she wakes up, she’s in her room. Wincing as she tries to sit up, she raises her shirt and sees a bandage over the right side of her abdomen. She lifts it up and sees a four inch incision, sewn up with stitches and she covers it back up. One more to add to her collection. After a lunch of pudding and a milkshake, she’s surprised to see Kyle being led through her door. “Kyle!” she exclaims and tries to get up from her chair, only to wince in pain and sit back down. “Sorry, surgery this morning.” She tells him as she points to her side. He nods and looks at her concerned for a moment…touching the same spot on the right side of his abdomen absently...before jerking his head toward Liz’s room. “Any news from the red headed step child over there?” Laughing softly, Isabel says, “Not really. She threw a fit this morning, but it’s been quiet ever since.” Shaking his head, Kyle looks down at his hands folded in his lap. “I wish she wouldn’t do that. I wish I could see her…make sure she’s ok.” “I know…me too.” Isabel looks at him sadly. Kyle stands up and walks over to sit on Isabel’s bed, leaning against the wall. Isabel watches as he goes through the now familiar routine. He knocks his fist on the wall and says loudly, “Liz! Can you hear me? It’s Kyle!” He listens for a few moments, his ear against the wall and he hears her yell something he can’t understand…and he tries again. When he doesn’t get an answer he gets up and sits back down next to Isabel. “I have to try.” He says as he shrugs his shoulders. “I had the best dream last night.” Kyle changes the conversation. Isabel looks at him enthusiastically. “Oooh…do tell!” Telling each other their dreams has become an escape for them. Every time they get together, they narrate their dreams…telling every detail they can remember. “Remember Vicky Delaney? I went out with her a few times our sophomore year…lost my virginity to her.” He smirks. Isabel rolls her eyes at him and motions for him to continue. “We were hanging out right after a football game…I caught two touchdown passes and everyone was all over me, congratulating me for winning the game.” He closes his eyes and smiles as he continues. “Anyway, Vicky, to celebrate, decided she was gonna give me a little strip tease.” “Ok, I don’t want to hear your sex dreams, Kyle…you got anything not relating to sex?” Isabel laughs at him, holding her hand up. “Hmmm…” Kyle looks around the room in thought. “Nope, sorry. What do you got?” “I dreamed about Alex the other night. We were at the prom…but we were the only ones there. We danced all night and…talked.” Isabel tells him dreamily. “Riiiiight…talked.” Kyle says with a smirk. Blushing, Isabel says, “Yes, talked. You want some pudding?” as she points to the leftover pudding on her tray, abruptly changing the subject. Laughing, Kyle says, “Sure…you can never have too much pudding.” He grabs a spoon and helps himself. They talk for the next hour about insignificant things…and about home, wondering what everyone’s doing and making up stories about everyone they know…weaving an imaginary life for their friends and family. They never talk about what happens to them…what tests are performed. They know by their matching scars and healing wounds. Isabel looks over at the scar that runs down the side of Kyle’s neck…it looks just like the one she has. They have no wish to discuss anything the people here are doing to them or what they’re doing with the results. But they talk about Liz…what may be happening to her. They both worry about her well being since neither of them has seen her. Kyle hasn’t seen her since graduation. Their visit ends all too soon and someone comes to retrieve Kyle. He leans over and hugs Isabel, giving her a small kiss on the cheek. “See you next week.” He tells her as he’s led out of her room. Lying down on her bed, Isabel starts counting down to the next time she’ll get some time with Kyle.  Roswell Michael’s apartment Max waits on Michael’s couch for everyone to show up as he looks down at the green covered building in the picture he’s holding. Michael is sitting at the kitchen counter when they both look up to see Maria walk through the door. She sees Max and glances at Michael before walking further in. “Hey.” “Hey.” Max says. “We’re just waiting for everyone else.” She nods and looks back over at Michael before sitting down and clasping her purse in her lap. The three sit in awkward silence until Jesse and the Evans walk in. “Max…what’s going on?” Phillip says as soon as he walks through the door. “Let’s wait for Jim, Dad. Then I’ll tell you everything.” Max says. They don’t have to wait long before Jim comes rushing through the door, carrying a stack of papers. “Sorry I’m late, I had to wait for a few faxes before I came over.” He says as he shuts the door behind him. He sits down next to Max and hands him the papers as Michael gets up to sit in the living room. “So you wanna tell us why you dragged us all away from work, Maxwell?” Max looks up at Michael and says, “I think I know where they are. Brody showed me this, this morning.” He passes the picture over to Michael. “That’s Liz…they’re there.” He turns to Jim. “What did you find out?” “It’s all there, Max.” he says as he points to the papers. “That building belongs to the FBI…all the information you asked for is in there.” “What building? What’s this about Max?” Jesse asks irritably. Michael passes the picture to Jesse and his mouth drops open. “What is this?” “That’s Liz. That’s her energy…the power she got from…me.” Max tells him as he sees his parents looking over Jesse’s shoulder at the picture in shock. “Oh my God…what…this green glow came from Liz?” Phillip asks Max. Nodding, Max explains. “It showed up earlier this year. We think it’s from me healing her. At one point, her entire body was covered with that and it was…hurting her…it’s why she went to Vermont. She hoped it would go away if she got away from me.” “Did it? Go away? She looked fine to me when she got back.” Diane says, still looking at the picture. “We thought so…but it came back when Tess was here. We think it has to do with her emotions…whether it appears or not.” He continues. “We’re going, today. I got tickets…the flight’s in two hours.” “Going where?” Phillip asks. “Washington DC. That’s where that building is. That’s where they’re at.” Max says before continuing. “You need to stay here…it won’t be safe and you can’t help us.” He says to his parents. “I’m going.” Jesse says quickly. “I know.” Max answers him just as swiftly. “I got five tickets.” Nodding, Jesse hands the picture back to Max. “I’m gonna go home and pack.” He says as he turns to leave. “I hope you know what you’re doing.” As they watch Jesse leave, Phillip says, “I’m not sure about this, Max. I don’t feel right staying here and waiting for you to…to do whatever it is you’re going to do.” “It’s better if you don’t know, Dad. You can’t be involved in this…it’s not safe, for either of you.” Jim stands up and says, “I’m going to pack, too. I’ll meet you at the airport?” Max stands up and says, “Yah…be there in an hour…and any police issued weapons you can get for yourself and Jesse…bring them.” “What about me?” Maria asks, offended that she was left out. “You’re not carrying a gun.” Michael tells her. “You’ll end up shooting  us.” She rolls her eyes and says, “Well, don’t get in my way!” She turns to Max and says, “I’m going home…I’ll see you in 45 minutes. You need to pick me up.” and she walks out the door. Max turns to his parents. “I’ll call you when we get there and if we find anything. Don’t worry…we’ll be fine.” “Alright, Max. Just…please bring Isabel back home.” Diane cries as she hugs Max. “Be careful…don’t do anything stupid…like get yourself caught.” Phillip says to Max over Diane’s head. He reaches out and puts his hand on Max’s shoulder before extracting Diane from Max. “Come on, Diane…let’s go home.” Max watches his parents leave and turns to Michael. “You know I’m gonna do whatever I have to do to get them out of there.” “I know.” Michael says, watching Max. “They come first.” “I know.” “If something happens to me, your priority is to get them out.” “Ok.” Max looks at Michael, confused that he’s agreeing with everything he says. “What?” Michael says finally. “You’re pissed when I argue with you, you’re pissed when I don’t. What the hell do you want me to say?” “Nothing.” Max shakes his head. “I just…I was expecting you to…never mind.” He sighs deeply. He and Michael have drifted apart so much, that Max doesn’t recognize him anymore. The two of them look at each other…the air thick with challenge, anger, sadness…and understanding. Finally, Max says, “I better go…get Maria. Unless you want to.” Laughing sarcastically, Michael says, “No way…she’s all yours Maximillion.” With a grin, Max walks out the door and heads to his car.  Federal Bureau of Investigation Washington DC Wearily rubbing his eyes, Gerard looks at the report in front of him. “So what are you telling me, Meyers? Tell me this report is wrong.” “I don’t know what to make of it, sir. The girl, Liz Parker, is completely human. I don’t know how to explain it.” Meyers tells him. “So…this  human girl can fling things around without touching them and engulf an entire building with green…energy of some sort? And she’s not alien in any way whatsoever?” Gerard is baffled, looking at Meyers in disbelief. “Yes, sir. We’ve performed every test…repeatedly…and they all say the same thing. The same with the boy.” Squeezing the bridge of his nose, Gerard mutters, “We’re fucked! So the other one, Isabel? She’s alien, right?” “Oh yes…definitely. Funny though, she’s the most cooperative out of the three.” Meyers informs him. “I don’t see what’s funny about it.” Gerard snaps at him. Shoving the report away from him in disgust, he looks up at Meyers. “Let the boy go. Drop him. I want more tests on the girl…get a neurosurgeon in there to look at her brain. I want answers, and I want them yesterday.” “Yes, sir.” Meyers says as he stands up and gathers the folders on the desk in front of him before turning to leave Gerard’s office. When he’s alone, Gerard leans back in his chair and mutters, “Leader my ass. She’s a goddamn human…” How could the surveillance information be so wrong? All reports clearly indicate that she’s the one in charge…the one making the decisions…the one the others look to before doing  anything. He takes a deep breath and rolls his head on his shoulders…thinking. The next logical choice would be Max Evans. But after the incident at Meta-Chem, and the transfer of power to Michael Guerin…it’s been clear that Max Evans is no longer in control. ~TBC~ </center><center>So come and sit on my box, enjoy the view of this water where my lifeboat is sinking. If you reach out for more, you'll find nothing but sorrow...because knowledge is hollow, and pride is hard to swallow. Col Threadkiller is the coolest!<img src=http://www.roswell-orbs.com/smilies/coo ...

Post by **majiklmoon** » Wed May 15, 2002 11:27 am

Angel, i don't think you get just how talented you are to create all of this. You really draw your readers into the story and make it come alive for htem! <img src=http://www.theunholytrinity.org/cracks_ ... xhello.gif ALT=":clap"> <img src=http://www.theunholytrinity.org/cracks_ ... xhello.gif ALT=":clap"> <img src=http://www.theunholytrinity.org/cracks_ ... xhello.gif ALT=":clap"> <center>Margo is a Super ORB!</center><center><center>It all started with a boy, a girl and a silver handprint.<center>Countess Majiklmoon Mistress and keeper of the tunes</center></color><center>Xander: I happen to be very biteable pal. I'm moist and delicious. Spike: alright, yeah fine you're a nummy treat.</color> ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Great love is wild and passionate and dangerous... it burns and consumes</center><a href=http://pub84.ezboard.com/bmajiklmoonsrealm><img src=http://members.aol.com/majiklmoon/image ...

Post by **roswellkitkat** » Wed May 15, 2002 1:27 pm

Yeah...ditto to what Tracie said! <img src=http://www.theunholytrinity.org/cracks_ ... iggrin.gif ALT=":grin"> <img src=http://www.theunholytrinity.org/cracks_ ... xhello.gif ALT=":clap"> <img src=http://www.theunholytrinity.org/cracks_ ... xhello.gif ALT=":clap"> <img src=http://www.theunholytrinity.org/cracks_ ... kliam2.gif ALT=":hotpink"> <img src=http://www.theunholytrinity.org/cracks_ ... xhello.gif ALT=":clap"> <img src=http://www.theunholytrinity.org/cracks_ ... xhello.gif ALT=":clap"> <center>*************<center>Roswell on Sci-Fi in 2003.<center>Got it?<CENTER>Get it?<CENTER>Good!<center>

Anonymous · Post by **Anonymous** » Wed May 15, 2002 1:43 pm

This is so good, thank you for writing it!

Post by **Angel13** » Wed May 15, 2002 3:53 pm

Oooohhhh...I just had to say: Pretty new board refurb Tracie!! <img src=http://www.theunholytrinity.org/cracks_ ... iggrin.gif ALT=":grin"> </center><center>So come and sit on my box, enjoy the view of this water where my lifeboat is sinking. If you reach out for more, you'll find nothing but sorrow...because knowledge is hollow, and pride is hard to swallow. Col Threadkiller is the coolest!<img src=http://www.roswell-orbs.com/smilies/coo ...

Anonymous · Post by **Anonymous** » Wed May 15, 2002 4:21 pm

Awesome! <img src=http://www.theunholytrinity.org/cracks_ ... humpup.gif ALT=":thumbsup"> You have a gift.

Anonymous · Post by **Anonymous** » Wed May 15, 2002 11:40 pm

<img src=http://www.ezboard.com/intl/aenglish/im ... ns/eek.gif ALT=":eek"> They think  Liz is the leader??? Silly Feds... <img src=http://www.theunholytrinity.org/cracks_ ... leyes1.gif ALT=":rolleyes"> But then again, I don't blame them with all the light shows she's giving them... So strange.... how she seems to be more powerful than any of the other 'authentic' aliens... hmmm.... Keep 'em coming! <img src=http://www.theunholytrinity.org/cracks_ ... xhello.gif ALT=":clap"> -Col. <center>Malee's Sidekick aka Colonel Threadkiller <img src=http://photo.msn.s8.com/MS8zLzAvMS8xMDg ... > "Open up my Head and Let me Out!" - DMB <img src=http://w3f.com/gifs/flag/usa/hr.gif> May ROSWELL Live Forever in Fan Fic!!! AtO is so cool, she makes anything look easy!</center>

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