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Quietly into the Night

Rating: TEEN for now

Disclaimer: Roswell isn’t mine; the characters belong to Jason Katims, et al. The Prologue is taken directly from the episode Graduation, written by Ron Moore and Jason Katims.

A.N. This is dedicated to the ORBs. You guys are the best!

This is being reposted because the EZcrisis ate it, along with all the lovely feedback you guys left. I'll do the reposting, if you guys to the re-feedbacking :lol

Prologue:

“I have a better idea.” “Why don’t we get out of dodge before they land on us?” “We leave!” said Michael

“And where do we go?” asked Kyle.

“Anywhere but here.” “I mean let’s face it, they know who we are, it’s over” “We leave Roswell, we leave fast, and we leave as quietly as we can.” “And we all go separately.”

“Separately?” asked Maria.

“Right now we are safer as individuals than we are as a group.” “I mean what are we all going to do if we go together, get a van?” “We go quietly into the night, each of us on our own.” “If they get some of us, maybe they don’t get all of us.”


And so we left, not one by one, like Michael suggested, and certainly not quietly, but we did leave. It was hard, harder than anything we had ever done before. It was so hard to leave our homes, our families, everything we had ever known, and to venture out into the unknown. We all traveled together at first, me and Max, Michael, Maria, Kyle and Isabelle. But shortly after our wedding, the FBI closed in on us again. We decided the best thing we could do was split up. None of us wanted to do that, but we knew we had to. The next big decision was where to go.

For Isabelle, the decision was easy. She totally changed her appearance. She made herself look like a totally different person. The change was so dramatic. She went from short dark hair to a long flowing mane of red hair, her eyes were now green. It was incredible what a difference it made. She changed Kyle’s hair to golden blond. He looked like a California surfer. Together they headed to Boston. Isabelle knew she couldn’t be with Jesse, but she could be by him.

Maria’s transformation was a little harder, she had gone through so many hair colors and styles in the past year, but she ended up with black hair, which she wore in a short cap of curls. Poor Michael, he had finally found a hairstyle that suited him, and he had to get rid of it. He ended up sporting black hair like Maria that he wore in a conservative style. He actually made me think of an accountant the first time I saw him like that.

They headed for California shortly after Kyle and Isabelle left. And then, there was Max and I. Max, my husband, I still can’t believe that. Where would we go, how would we survive?


Part 1

Liz walked down the corridor of the small hospital where she worked as a lab assistant. It wasn't a high paying job, but it pays their bills, and more importantly, it provided her with access to very ill children. Liz turned a corner and entered the main admitting area of the hospital. Over by the door, Les, the hospital’s security guard was talking to a man in a dark blue suit. There wasn't anything suspicious about it, but after being on the run for so long, Liz was always cautious. She slowed her steps as she passed the two, trying to catch some of their conversation.

“No, I can’t say I’ve seen the woman in this picture,” said Les. “No sir, I haven’t seen anybody that looks like that at all.” Good afternoon Miss Rebecca, how are you today?” asked Les as Liz passed by.

“I’m just fine Les, just fine,” said Liz as she lowered her head and tried to pass by the two men.

“Miss Rebecca, have you ever seen the young lady in this here picture? This fine gentleman is searching for his daughter. Seems she ran away with her boyfriend several months ago.”

The man in the blue suit handed Liz a photo of herself taken outside the Crashdown two years ago. She looked at the photo of a girl with long dark hair, shook her mop of blond curls and said “I can honestly say, I have never seen that girl around here before.” “Now, if you gentlemen will excuse me, I need to be on my way.”

Liz walked away calmly, but inside, she was shaking. She headed towards the cafeteria and out a side door into the warm Montana sunshine. Reaching into her pocket, she removed her cell phone and punched in Max’s number.

“It’s me, they found us again. We have to run. Again."

Tracie, Great start I'm hooked already!!!

What a way to start! Loving it!!

Chapter Two

Liz abruptly terminated her phone conversation with Max and spun around. Standing behind her was the man from the lobby; the man with her picture.

“I’m sorry to bother you again Miss, but when I was talking with Les, I couldn’t help but think that maybe you have seen this girl in the picture before,” he said.

“Your daughter, right?” said Liz, stalling for time. She took the picture from him and pretended to study it while she studied him instead.

He was just under 6 feet tall, with thinning blond hair and blue eyes. He had no noticeable scars or marks. There was nothing to set him apart at all, except for the fact that he has a picture of her and was claiming to be her father.

“She doesn’t look like you at all,” said Liz conversationally. “Does she take after your wife?”

“Yes, she is the spitting image of her mother,” said the man. “Are you sure you haven’t seen her?”

“I’m positive I haven’t seen her,” said Liz. Suddenly as she was handing the photo back, images began to flash in her mind. Rain falling, running down a street, Isabelle in tears.

“I’ve got to go,” Liz said shoving the picture back at the man. “Good luck finding your daughter.”

She turned and left the man and walked back into the hospital. She stopped at a nearby window, and looked out onto the courtyard where she had just stood. The man reached into his pocket and pulled out a cell phone.

Damn, she thought to herself. Why can’t these stupid alien powers include superman hearing?

Liz continued down to the lab and gathered up her belongings. Experience had taught her she needed to travel light. No pictures decorated her work area, no nick knacks. Nothing would indicate that anyone even worked there where it not for the pile of folders on her desk. After she retrieved her belongings, she walked over to the department supervisor.

“Dr. Henderson, I’m not feeling very well at all. If it’s all the same with you, I’m going to head out early. I’ll come in early tomorrow to make up my time,” she said. She hated lying to him; she wasn’t coming back. Tomorrow she’d be at least 100 miles away, trying to start another new life.

“You don’t look at all well,” concurred Dr. Henderson. “Would you like to have one of the doctors on staff, check you out?”

“No, really, I’ll be fine, it’s just a headache. I think if I just go home and lay down; I’ll be fine. Thank you Dr. Henderson, I’ll see you in the morning.”

After Liz left the lab, the doctor reached for his phone.

“The parcel in question is en route right now,” was all he said.

Grabbing his jacket, he left the lab and went down the hall in the same direction as Liz.

Liz was climbing into her car when her cell phone rang.

“Hello,” she said into the phone

Liz, it’s Max, don’t come home. They have someone watching the house. Go straight to the bus station and get the hell out of town.

“Max, listen, the one I talked to earlier stopped me again. I got a flash off of him. It was of Isabelle. Max, I think she’s in danger too.”

We all are Liz. When you get to the bus station, open locker 75. Take the backpack out. Inside the backpack is some money, use it to get your self out of here. You know where to go. I’ll meet you there when it’s safe. And Liz, I love you.

“I love you to Max,” she replied, but it was too late, he was already gone.

Sighing, she started her car and headed towards the bus station, unaware of the late model sedan following her.

Ack!!!! :eek This is too much! And it's only the second part! :lol So the doc (Liz's boss) is with the G-men too? uh-oh... the fact that they're being followed and don't know it is really angsty to me... just the way I love it! :grin This is just great! I'm totally hooked... how the hell do you do that?! ;) When you mentioned to me yesterday that you'd written this I had come here to check, only to be dissapointed when I couldn't find it... but don't worry, you've totally made it up to me with this awesome start! :clap >Now come back'ere!

-Col.

Chapter Three

Liz pulled the beat up old Dodge Shadow into the bus station parking lot, and parked the car so it is hidden from view. She took a moment to clear it of anything that could be used to trace the car back to her.

Climbing out, she looks carefully around to make sure nobody was watching. She placed her hand on the car, and changed the color from blue to a nondescript gray color. Another wave of her hand, and the license plates changed.

Grabbing her bag, she hurried into the station and went straight to the lockers. She quickly located locker number 75, she tried to open it, but there was no key. Liz made a quick visual sweep of the area to ensure that she wasn’t being observed and swiftly passed her hand over the lock mechanism and popped it open. She reached in and pulled out a blue nylon backpack and slung it onto her shoulder.

“Ms. Parker, you need to come with me,” said a voice from behind her. “Just do as you are asked, and don’t make a scene. We’ve been trying to find you since you left Roswell. Now, if you come along quietly, and answer all our questions, I won’t have to hurt you.”

Liz thought fast, and slumped her shoulders in defeat. She turned around and came face to face with the man who had cornered her in the hospital

“Ok, I’ll come with you, I’ll do whatever you say,” she said. “I am so sick of running, and I just want to go home and see my mom and dad. Can you help me to get back to Roswell?”

As she spoke, Liz hefted the backpack up onto her shoulder and gripped the shoulder strap tightly. She wanted this FBI agent to think that this bag contained something very important. He didn’t look overly intelligent. Hopefully, she’d be able to trick him.

“Um, excuse me, but before I go anywhere with you, do you think you could tell me your name?” questioned Liz flirtatiously as she gave a little giggle. God, she thought, I hope this works before I make myself sick acting this way.

“Well Ms. Parker, you can call me Feltcher, and as for going back to Roswell, maybe later. There are some people who want to talk to you first. Now, why don’t you let me take that bag from you and we’ll be on our way,” said the agent, preening a little at Liz’s flirting.

“No, really, it’s not that heavy, I can carry it,” said Liz as she wraps both her hands tighter around the shoulder strap of the backpack.

“Don’t make a scene Ms. Parker and give me the bag,” said Feltcher as he reached out and grabbed the handle of the backpack.

Acting fast, Liz grabbed his hand and sent a small jolt of energy into his body. Fetcher’s eyes widened and slowly he collapsed to the ground.

Liz looked around and ascertained that nobody had seen what had just happened. She quickly went to the counter and purchased a ticket for the bus that is boarding in the parking lot. Before boarding the bus, Liz stoped in the ladies room. When she emerged, she had long blond hair and vivid blue eyes.

Without a backward glance, Liz boarded the bus and stared resolutely ahead as it drove out of town.




After 3 bus changes, and 3 appearance changes, Liz wasn’t sure if she was headed north south east or west, but she was sure she was sure she wasn’t being followed. She reached into the backpack and rummages through the contents. Max had thought of everything. There was cash, a map and several changes of clothing as well. She reached into the bag one more time to see if she missed anything and her hand came in contact with something hard. She pulled it out of the bag, and found that she was holding a gold necklace with a heart shaped locket on it. Opening the locket she found an orb symbol inscribed on one side, and on the other side were the letters M&M.

M&M? she thought to herself. Was Max having a chocolate attack when he got me this? She slipped the necklace over her head. Aside from her wedding ring, and the engagement ring Max had made for her, it is the only piece of jewelry she owned. As the miles flashed by, she dozed, intermittently, her fingers clutching the pendant as she slept.

The bus pulled into its next stop, and Liz grabbed her belongings and exited the bus. She was headed into the terminal to buy another ticket when she passed a vending machine. Inexplicably, her eyes were drawn to the package of M&M candy. M&M, M&M, she thought to herself. Michael and Maria, he wants me to get to Michael and Maria. Rushing to the ticket counter, she pulled out her wallet and asked for a one-way ticket to California.

:clap Wohoo!!

You go girl!

Chapter Four

Liz dozed intermittently as the bus continued on its journey west. Suddenly, she was jerked from sleep by a voice insistently calling her name. Cautiously, she looked around the darkened interior of the bus, but all those within her line of sight were also sleeping. Assuming that she only dreamed the voice, Liz settled back down and stared out the window into the darkness.

Liz, God, Liz, Max, Michael, anybody, can you hear me? the voice shouted instantly in her head.

“Hello,” she whispered softly, but there is no reply.

[/I]Damn, why can’t one of them hear me?”[/I] questioned the voice in her head. Isabelle always could, why can’t any of the others? Isabelle, where are you, are you out there? I came home last week and you were gone! Isabelle, Liz, the voice in her head began to sob brokenly. I don’t know what to do. I came home last week, and our apartment was torn apart, and Isabelle was missing. I grabbed our emergency stuff and headed out right away. I went to our agreed meeting place, but she isn’t here. It’s been 3 days, and I’m really starting to freak out.

“Kyle, oh God Kyle, I wish you could here me.” “Where are you Kyle?” Liz said softly totally distraught at the anguish she could hear in her friends’ voice.

Liz, my God, Liz, can you hear me? I can’t hear you, but I can sense you. You’re there, aren’t you?” continued the voice in her head. I’m in Seattle, I’ll wait for you at the Space Needle. Every day at noon, I’ll stay for 2 hours, every day, until next Friday. God, Liz I hope you are hearing this. I need to find Isabelle. I promised Max and Jesse I’d take care of her.

Liz sat as the tears streamed silently down her face. Their lives were falling apart. Isabelle was missing, she didn’t know where Max was, Kyle was a basket case over Isabelle, and she had to find Michael and Maria in California. After an unplanned side trip to Seattle to find Kyle.

“Oh God!” she cried, “I don’t think I can do this anymore.”
But even as she gave into a burst of self-pity, Liz knew there was nothing she could do but go on.

At the next bus terminal, Liz disembarked, headed for the terminal and walked straight into the ladies room. After a quick wardrobe change she was dressed in an outfit that would have done Lonnie or Rath justice. She took a quick look under the doors of the stalls, and made certain she was alone. She changed her appearance once again, this time she sported a short spiked hairstyle in bleach blond, and brown eyes. She exited the bathroom just before her bus was ready to leave and climbed aboard. She wanted to sleep during the journey, but she was too afraid she’d miss another message from Kyle.

Two days later, an exhausted Liz arrived in Seattle. She had existed on coffee and catnaps since this mess began. She grabbed her stuff and got off the bus and looked around wearily as she tried to acclimate herself.

Sighing, she headed to the terminal, grabbing a brochure for the space needle on her way. Entering a stall, she changed into a much more conservative looking outfit of jeans and a polo shirt that she had liberated from Max’s wardrobe. A bang alerted her to the fact that someone else had entered the rest room.

Oh well, she thought to herself. I’ve done my presto chango routine so many times, I don’t really need a mirror. In a matter of moments, she has sandy brown hair cut into a pageboy style, and hazel eyes.

She exited the bathroom, stopped at a vending machine for a quick snack then headed out to find Kyle. A quick look at her watch showed her that it was 10:30. Liz gave a small sigh of relief knowing that she had plenty of time to get to the space needle.

Liz arrived at the space needle and took a quick walk around the grounds, checking out the tourists, and trying to figure out how she was going to recognize Kyle.

Great Kyle, couldn’t you have given me a description of yourself, she thought to herself.

Liz oh shit, Liz, is that you? a voice echoed in her head. I’m here, and I can hear you! I’m at a bench across from the main entrance of the needle. I have on a jean jacket, and a Boston Red Sox baseball cap.

Liz abruptly turned around and headed back towards the entrance, and there seated on the bench was Kyle Valenti, with long blond hair, and an earring. Smothering a laugh, Liz sat on the bench next to him. Neither of them said a thing, but Kyle reached down and took her hand in his and held it tight.

ahhh.(heavy sigh) that's so sweet when he reaches over and takes her hand. No one writes Kyle better than you. <p></p><i></i>

Chapter Five

Isabelle ran down the rain sodden streets. Tears streaked down her face, mixing with the rain that was falling from the sky. Lights from an approaching car cut through the darkness and Isabelle ducked into a doorway to trying to stay out of sight. She leaned over, gasping, trying to catch her breath.

“Oh God I can’t believe it,” she gasped. “He is one of them. I can’t believe he is one of them. Kyle, I hope you got away. Please God, let Kyle be safe.”





Kyle took Liz back to the mom and pop motel he was staying at about 25 miles from the space needle.

“When did you start riding a Harley?” questioned Liz with a giggle. “Michael, I can see, but you always struck me as a pick up kind of guy”

“Hey, this bike is all me,” said Kyle, pointing to the painted Buddha on the gas tank of the bike.

The two enter Kyle’s room, and Liz collapsed in a heap on one of the beds.

“Oh, that feels so good, I’ve been riding in busses since forever!” she said, wearily.

“Why don’t you rest up for a while, and I’ll run out and get us something to eat,” said a reluctant Kyle.

“Kyle, no,” said Liz quickly. “Don’t leave me here alone. I, I just don’t think we should allow ourselves to get separated.”

“Yeah, you are probably right,” agreed Kyle “Well, if you can deal with stale nachos and warm soda, we can feast like kings.”

“Look Kyle, all I really want to do is get some rest. I really haven’t slept since I heard you in my head. How did you do that anyhow?”

“My latent alien powers have come to rise,” quipped Kyle. “I’m not very good with it yet, and I’m not sure how it works. Isabelle is the only one I ever did it with. She couldn’t initiate contact with me, I would have to try and contact here, but then she could communicate with me. I’ve tried contacting you, Max, Maria, or Michael, but I never had any luck, until the other night.”

“Kyle, what happened in Boston?”

“God Liz,” said Kyle as he runs his hands through his hair. “I don’t know. When we all split up, I took Isabelle to Boston, and just decided to stick around. We ended up getting a place together. We must have moved in and around that city 10 different times, making sure nobody could find us, but she would never leave the area for long, she would never leave him ,” Kyle spit the last word out angrily. “She always wanted to be close to Jesse.”

Kyle gets up off of the other bed where he had been sitting and begins to pace around the motel room.

“She doesn’t know, but I bumped into him once at a bar.”

At this, Liz gasps, fear evident on her face.

“Don’t worry, he didn’t recognize me,” laughed Kyle bitterly. “Even if I had looked like myself, he probably wouldn’t have anyhow. He was too busy ogling the blonde bimbet he brought with him.”

“Oh no, Kyle, no!” cried Liz. “He didn’t? He promised to wait for her. She tried to give him back his rings, but he wouldn’t take them. He said he was going to wait, no matter how long.”

Tears fell from Liz’s eyes uncontrollably. If asked, she wouldn’t have been able to explain her reaction, but she felt as if something vital had been lost.

Kyle sat beside her on the bed, and held her while she cried. Finally, she was able to bring her breathing back under control. She leaned against her friend, her emotions spent.

Liz looked around the dingy motel room, stained carpet on the floors, and threadbare curtains trying to shade the window.

Is this what my life had become she thought to herself. One dingy room after another? And for what, for love? Well, it looks like love isn’t everything it’s cracked up to be.

“Liz, I know your tired, and I know you need to rest, but can you tell me what happened to you?” asked Kyle. “Where is Max, and why aren’t you two together?”

In a sleep-dulled voice, she filled Kyle in on what happened, and why she was traveling alone. As she spook, her eyes began to close, and Kyle laid her down on the bed and pulled the covers up over her shoulders. He got up and prepared to move across the room to the other bed, when Liz’s hand reached out and stopped him.

“Kyle, be my friend, please and hold me,” Liz said, sleepily

“Always Liz, always,” he said. He lay down on the bed beside her and wrapped his arms around her, and the two drifted off to sleep.

How very excellent!! I am hooked Tracie...going away for the weekend...when I get back, I expect a lot more! Have a Happy Memorial Day everyone

yay! another fic from super tracie! :)

Chapter Six

Liz woke up after several hours of sleep feeling better than she had in a couple of weeks. She wasn’t alone anymore. Kyle wasn’t her beloved husband Max, but he was a wonderful friend. Moving slowly so that she wouldn’t wake the sleeping form beside her, Liz slipped off the bed, grabbed her bag and headed to the bathroom. Before she did anything else, she restored her appearance, but the face staring back at her in the mirror no longer seemed familiar. So many changes in her life have caused her to forget who she really is.

She turned the shower taps on full blast, and stood under the stinging spray, allowing the water to mask the tears streamed down her face. She was so sick of running, of being in danger. It had to stop. The pressure was tearing all of them apart. I love Max so much, and I meant it when I said I would follow him anywhere, but this pressure is destroying us, she thought to herself. Things had been tense between her and Max. She understood his need to use his powers to help people. That was why she always tried to find a job in a hospital or doctors office. She could keep track of the terminal patients, and when he could, Max would heal them. It was noble, it was selfless, and it was part of what was killing her, bit by bit.

Liz couldn’t forget her dreams of becoming a scientist. She wanted to help people too, but now, all she could do was help Max. Even her alien powers didn’t provide her with an option to help people very much. Sure once in a while, she received a glimpse into somebody’s future, but usually there wasn’t much she could do to change their path. God knows she had tried but people usually looked at her like she was insane.

She stepped out of the shower and began to towel off.

“I want my life back,” she said to the person staring back at her in the mirror. “I want to be you again.”

She wrapped the towel around her tightly and stepped out into the motel room.

“Kyle, Kyle, wake up!” she shouted.

Kyle sat up groggily on the bed and rubbed his hands wearily across his face.

“God Liz, what is it, is something wrong?” he said as he tried to focus.
“Oh my God, are you nuts, what are you doing, looking like that?” he yelled when his eyes finally focused on Liz, looking like Liz again.

“I’m sick of running Kyle, and I’m sick of all of us being in danger,” Liz stated defiantly. “I’m not going to do it any more. It’s time we took our lives back. All of us!”

“I’m assuming you have a plan for this?” asked Kyle.

“No, not yet, but I will, Kyle, I will,” said Liz. She looked at Kyle, her face a mask of determination, and Kyle knew nothing he said would ever change her mind.

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Max Evans drove carefully through the winding streets of the upscale Boston Back Bay neighborhood where his sister’s husband lived. Tracking Jesse down wasn’t hard; he could only hope that Jesse had some inkling of where Kyle and Isabelle were staying. It was time for them to take a stand. They couldn’t keep running like this. It was destroying all of them. It hurt Max so much to see Liz hurting. She gave up her dreams and her life to stay with him. It was up to him to get those things back for her.

Max pulled into a parking space and climbed out of the car. Taking a second to get his bearings, he started down the street towards Jesse’s apartment. He could feel energy crackling around him. It was the same feeling he would get when Isabelle or Michael would use their powers.

In the distance, he saw a couple approaching. Max was certain the man was Jesse, but the woman with him wasn’t the right height to be Isabelle. Concerned, Max ducked behind a van and watched as the couple approached. Jesse stopped and pulled the woman to him and began to kiss her passionately. Another woman approached them from across the street. She had long black hair, and was dressed very stylishly. As she neared them, she raised her hand. As soon as he realized what was happening, Max stepped out from behind the van alarmed and grabbed her.

“Isabelle,” he whispered, “Don’t, not here not now, and not over another woman. He isn’t worth it.”

“Max, oh my God, Max, is it you?” she cried softly. Suddenly, she stiffened and pulled away. “Your wrong about one thing Max,” she said, her voice hard as steel. “He isn’t worth it, you’re right about that, but this isn’t over another woman. Jesse is an agent for the FBI!”

Chapter Seven

“What?” Max asked incredulously. “There is NO WAY Jesse is an FBI agent,” he said as he led Isabelle towards his car. “He killed an agent to protect us.”

“Max, he is. I should have listened to you and to Michael when you told me to stay away from him,” Isabel said, her voice tinged with both anger and pain.

The two climbed inside the nondescript late model sedan Max was driving and Max switched on the ignition. Before he pulled away from the curb, he did a quick reconnoiter of the area, to ensure that they hadn’t been followed. Carefully, he eased out into traffic, the silence in the car thickened as neither of the car’s occupants said a word. After about 30 minutes, Max pulled the car into a deserted lot.

“Tell me everything,” he said.

“God Max, ever the King, aren’t you? I haven’t seen you in over a year, and all you can say is ‘Tell me everything,” snapped Isabelle.

“Look Isabelle, we don’t have time for social niceties right now.” “Now tell me what happened,” said Max, struggling to contain the anger that was building up inside him.

“Fine, you win Max, we’ll do it your way, we always do, anyhow,” snapped Isabel. “After we all split up, Kyle and I came out here. For a long time, we blended in with the college crowd. With so many different colleges in this town, it was easy. We moved around to different towns in the area, but we always kept coming back. I couldn’t stay away from Jesse, and Kyle wouldn’t leave me. He took your request,” she put extra emphasis on the word request to let Max know how angry she still was over what he did, “to watch over me very seriously. We had different jobs, but we never stayed at anything too long. I was working as a temp, when I got assigned to Jesse’s law firm. It was a total coincidence, but I took it as a sign that I should let Jesse know I was here. Kyle made me promise not to act rashly, and to make certain everything was safe before I spoke with Jesse.”

“Do you really think it was a coincidence that you got hired to work at Jesse’s firm Iz?” Max asked, gently.
“I did then, but looking back, I know it wasn’t. I was being set up. I’d been there for several nights, when the supervisor in the department I was working in asked me if I could stay late. I didn’t think anything of it, in fact, I thought it would be a wonderful opportunity to slip into Jesse’s office,” Isabelle confessed.

Max sat quietly refusing to judge Isabelle’s motives. He knew she loved Jesse. He didn’t know if he would be able to exist if he had to give up Liz. Pulling himself back to the conversation at hand, Max forced himself to focus on Isabelle’s soft voice.

“So I waited for an hour and then went up to his office. His door was partially opened, and I could here voices, so I stopped to listen.” She paused to wipe the tears out of her eyes.

“Max, he was in there, having sex with that, that SLUT. It was all I could do not to burst in there and kill them both, but I didn’t. I snuck into the office next to his, and I waited until they, until they finished,” Isabelle struggled to maintain her composure at this part of the story.

“After they left, I snuck into Jesse’s office and went through his files. He’s pretty stupid for an FBI agent Max. He had a safe in his office with a combination lock. He told me one time, he always codes the lock to the same combination, so he won’t forget it. He used his birthday. I didn’t even have to use my powers to break into is safe.”

“What did you find Isabelle?” Max asked, gently

“He had dossiers on all of us, on our power and everything. The only thing he didn’t have was a record of the lawyer Dad brought Zan to.”

At this, Max let out a big rush of breath. Above all things, he wanted Zan to be safe.

“Anyhow, I copied everything I could, and put it back. It took me hours, Max. I went back to our apartment, but Kyle wasn’t there. I forgot that he was working 3rd shift. I started packing up everything I thought we’d need to get out, when I heard footsteps pounding up the stairs. I panicked, and ran out the back door. I just started running. It was raining, and I was so scared, I didn’t know what to do,” cried Isabelle.

“Isabelle, relax you did the right thing,” said Max, trying to comfort her. “Liz saw it happen, she was approached by an agent, and she got a flash off of him and saw what happened to you. That’s why I’m here, I had to make sure you were ok,” Max said as he pulled his sister to him in a comforting hug.

“Liz, where is she?” asked Isabelle.

“I don’t know,” Max said bleakly. “I told her to run. I’m hoping she goes to Michael and Maria, and that’s where we’re going too.”

“Max, we can’t leave yet,” says Isabelle. “Kyle is missing too. I went back to our apartment, and waited, but he never showed up. I’m afraid they have him.”

“Don’t worry, we’ll think of something, I promise, but we can’t stay here,” said Max. “Where is your stuff, and the files you pulled from Jesse.”

“They’re gone Max. I had packed them in one of the panic bags Kyle and I kept, but when I went back to the apartment, both bags were gone.”

Max was upset that the files are gone, but he tried to remain positive for Isabelle’s sake.

“Kyle probably came home, saw that the place was torn apart, grabbed both bags and ran Isabelle,” said Max comfortingly. “Do you two have an emergency place to meet if you get separated?”

“Uh, yeah, the space needle in Seattle,” answered Isabelle.

“Great, Liz and I picked Cinderella’s Carousel at Disneyland,” laughed Max. “It looks like we’re going on a road trip.”

So awesome!!!!!

Great new parts Tracie!! Jesse is just scum

Chapter Eight

“What the hell are you talking about?” Kyle shouted after Liz outlined her plan to him. “Go back to Roswell? Liz are you nuts, the last time we were in Roswell, bad guys with guns wanted to kill us, or have you forgotten about that?”

“No Kyle, I haven’t forgotten about that. I’m the lucky one who got to see those charming images in her visions. Remember that little tidbit?” snapped Liz in an irritated voice.

“Look Liz, I’m not saying your plan sucks, but basically, it sucks,” shouted Kyle.

“Kyle, I am so sick of running and hiding, I think its time for us to be proactive instead of reactive.”

“Hey, I’m not totally disagreeing with you here Liz, but look at it this way, there are two of us, against the FBI. Those are not the best odds going. Why can’t we hook up with the others first, and then do the proactive thing?”

“Because the others will never go for it, that’s why,” said Liz. “Besides, we don’t know where to find them. Max and I had a meeting place planned if we got separated, but I found a message in a locket he left for me, and I think he wants me to try and find Michael and Maria and go there.”

“Isabelle and I agreed to meet here if we split up, so I think we should just wait at the space needle like she and I agreed, and then go from there.”

“God Kyle, how long do you want to wait, you don’t even know where Isabelle is, or even if she is al….” Liz’s voice trailed off uncertainly.

“Jesus Liz, you don’t think I know that, but I have to wait, I owe it to her,” he said, his voice breaking on the words.

“I’m sorry Kyle, that was a rotten thing for me to say. Isabelle is fine, you’d know it if she wasn’t, just like I’d know if Max were…”she paused, wanting to acknowledge Kyle’s feelings for Isabelle.

“Come on, let’s get out of here,” Kyle said, grabbing two backpacks off the floor.

“Um, Kyle?” Liz said in a questioning voice. Two backpacks?” “Traveling a bit heavy, aren’t you?”

Kyle looked at the two bags in his hand and sat heavily on the nearby chair.

“One is Isabelle’s,” he admitted. “When I couldn’t find her, I grabbed both our bags and ran.”

“Well, did she leave you a note or anything inside the bag?”

“Damn, I never even looked in her bag, I was focusing on getting here,” he said.

“Do you want me to do it?” Liz asked in a gentle voice. She knew how hard it would be for Kyle to go through Isabelle’s things.

“No, I’ll do it,” he said, yanking on the zipper of the nylon pack. He reached in, and pulled out a change of clothes, some toiletries, and a manila folder full of papers. Kyle opened the folder and began to read, and it didn’t take him long for him to realize what he was looking at.

The folder contained dossiers on himself and the others. Wordlessly, he handed part of the stack to Liz, and she too began to read.

“I don’t understand,” she said. “Where did Isabelle get this information on us?”

“Oh shit!” shouted Kyle. “No, no, no, no, no, it can’t be true, damn it, it can’t be!” He passed Liz the rest of the papers and she glanced over them.

Slowly, the confusion on Liz’s face was replaced by a look of horror.

“Jesse’s and FBI agent?” she whisperd in a shocked voice. “Poor Isabelle, she must be devastated.”

“Okay,”said Kyle in a take-charge voice. We’re going to the space needle, we’ll give her 3 days to get here, and then we take off. We also have to figure out a way to let our folks know that Jesse is an agent, and that they are in danger too.”

”Well, we can’t call, I’m sure their phones are tapped,” said Liz. “And I wouldn’t count on mail getting through either. Kyle, what about a fax?”

“Oh sure Liz, you want to fax my dad at the sheriff’s department? So not loving that idea.”

“Not your dad, Kyle, mine. Mom and Dad put a fax in the restaurant to increase takeout business. Right before we leave, we can hit one of those mail box/copy stores and send a fax.”

“That just might work Liz, I always knew you were the brains of this outfit,” said Kyle as he reached over and hugged his friend.

Three days came and went, and there was no sign of Isabelle at the space needle. On their way out of town, Kyle and Liz stopped at a Mailbox Etc. store and sent a cryptic fax to her parents at the Crash Down.

Jesse wants to order the FBI agent Special. Claudia Parker.

“Man, I hope they figure out what you’re talking about,” said Kyle.

“I hope so too,” sighed Liz, “But I don’t want to come right out and say it in case somebody else picks up the fax. I’m hoping my grandma’s name will clue them into the fact that it’s me.”

“Did you remember to leave a sign for Isabelle at the space needle, so she’ll know that we were here?” questioned Kyle.

“Yeah, yeah I did,” answered Liz with a slight smile.


Four days later, Max and Isabelle walked around the base of the space needle, trying to locate Kyle.

“It’s no use, Max, he’s not here,” said Isabelle leaning up against a low stonewall.

“Isabelle, we just got here. Why don’t we give it a couple of days,” said Max as he looksed around for anything that would indicate that Kyle was around. Suddenly, he started to walk away from Isabelle toward a concrete barrier that was being used to block off a parking area.

Pausing for a second to make sure he wasn’t being watched he waved his hand over the barrier, and began to smile.

Isabelle walked over to where he was standing and began to laugh as well, the sound spilling out of her releasing so much of the tension that had built up inside of her.

There, burnt into the cement, was a glowing heart with the letters ME + LP inside of it, and right next to it, the unmistakable outline of a Mickey Mouse head with a KV in it.

“Well,” said Max grinning in relief, “I guess we’re going to Disney Land.”

another great part Tracie! So Liz has given up the idea of returning to Roswell now she knows Jesse is the enemy too???
Hope Max & Iz catch up to Liz & Kyle soon

Thanks Tea,

Heck, I don't know what anybody has planned. That last part was rather forced as my muse has gone on strike. Apparently, I worked her too hard the past couple of days Honestly though, I never know whats gonna happen until i sit down and write. No planning in advance here!

Thanks for the awesome feedback!