If I Could - A Roswell Prequel - TEEN - Part 3 (8/26)

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Author's Note 8/19: Can anyone believe this is the first non-songfic I ever tried to post way back in 2002? And it's one I'll never finish for sure. Well, this got killed at ezboard, and even though I'm growing to hate it, I'm posting again. Maybe inspiration will return when I reread this crap during reposting . . yeah right. Hope you all don't mind rereading it with me.


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Title: If I Could

Rating: TEEN

Setting: Antar, an earth-like planet with an advanced civilization and race. This story starts out as a prequel to Roswell. If and when I get to the present, I will probably not have anything past season 1, Independence Day, occurring. We’ll see. 

Disclaimer: I’m writing purely for entertainment. I don’t own anything. Please don’t sue.

Author's Note: I'm subscribing to the theory that Katims misinterpreted the story of the podsters, so I'll be tweaking some of the details of the show. I'll try to fit in anything I can, and anything I can't, I'll cut out!




The tough thing about following your heart is what people forget to mention, that sometimes your heart takes you to places you shouldn't be, places that are as scary as they are exciting and as dangerous as they are alluring, and sometimes your heart takes you to places that can never lead to a happy ending.
– Liz, Leaving Normal


Part 1

Reference Earth-year: 1969.

She walked into her hotel room humming. She recalled the events of the evening with a smile on her face. The bride was dressed in a simply elegant satin white gown. The groom never looked as irresistible as he did tonight in his tuxedo. Well, she always was a sucker for a well-dressed man. The pair couldn’t stop smiling all night and the tender kisses between them made her catch her breath with wonder. To witness the pure beauty of true love . . .

She tossed the sheer shawl carelessly on the floor as she glanced at the clock. Wow, the post-wedding festivities kept her up till 2AM. After slipping off her dress, she climbed into the king-sized bed and soon became aware of how lonely it felt. She unwittingly found herself reflecting upon the evening as a bittersweet affair. Feelings she had pushed away for so long were now resurfacing.

Why can’t he be mine?

Before she knew it, tears were slowly dropping onto her pillow.


<center>. . looks like the real thing
. . tastes like the real thing
My fake plastic love

But I can't help the feeling
I could blow through the ceiling
If I just turn and run

And it wears me out, it wears me out
It wears me out, it wears me out

And if I could be who you wanted
If I could be who you wanted
All the time, all the time

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10 years ago:

Reference Earth-year: 1959.

She barely noticed him the first time she met him. To her, he was just another blonde-haired guy who barely stood over her. She preferred the tall, dark, handsome type. He answered the door smiling, but she was concentrating more on the getting out of the hot mugginess typical this time of year. Besides, she had been “going steady” with the same guy for many years now and had long since ceased to notice other men in “that way.”

“Hi!” He said holding out his hand.

“Hi, Zan? I’m Kivar and this is my girlfriend, Ava. I came to look at the room for rent?” They took turns shaking hands.

“Yes, come in.”

One week later:

Confused by the bus schedules, she found herself running into the classroom a few minutes past 8AM.


“Great,” she thought, “late on the first day of class.”


Glancing up, she quickly scanned the amphitheater-like classroom full of unfamiliar faces. To her left, the professor had already started lecturing. She nervously ran her fingers through her long silky dark hair while deciding where to sit. She breathed a sigh of relief when she spotted a familiar face and waved. Zan waved back and moved over to let her sit in the aisle seat he had been occupying. She smiled thankfully and ran quietly up the stairs of the auditorium to sit next to him.


“Don’t worry,” he reassured her, “I just got here too.”


And so began a friendship she would grow to cherish.

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Part 2

Over the next few weeks, Ava and Zan sat next to each other in the front of every class. Zan quickly grasped each subject and was invaluable to her as a study aide in and out of class. Healing seemed to come naturally to him, and he devoured the books and studied his notes for hours daily. Ava could not muster as much enthusiasm and spent most of her free time hanging out with Kivar or watching TV. She was lucky to have Zan to catch her up before exams.

Zan and Kivar now shared the 2 bedroom apartment. Ava and Kivar were sitting in the single common living area watching TV after dinner.

“Zan and I are going to the Anatomy lab to review tonight.”

“OK,” her boyfriend answered, “when will you be done?”

“I don’t know. There’s a lot to cover. I wouldn’t wait up. I’ll probably have Zan drop me off at my apartment.”

“You guys could just come back here and you could stay over,” he responded hopefully.

She smiled back while tousling his thick dark hair. “I don’t know. Do you think he’s sick of seeing me over here all the time? He sees me all day at school and then all night hanging out with you.”

“I don’t care,” Kivar answered as he reached over to hug her, “I miss you. I want to be with you all the time. He won’t see you if we hide out in my room.” He flashed a mischievous smile.

“Look, he’s going back home this weekend to visit Cassandra. We’ll have the whole place to ourselves then.”

“All right. If I must, I’ll wait. But give me a little preview of our weekend activities,” he mumbled seductively as he leaned over to kiss her passionately.

Zan walked out of his bedroom to catch them kissing on the couch. “Ahem.”

“Oh! Sorry!” Ava jumped up in embarrassment.

“Do you want to go now?” he asked.

“OK. See you later honey.” She quickly kissed Kivar goodbye.

In the car, conversation passed easily enough as it always did between the study buddies.

“So, you excited to see Cassandra this weekend?”

“Yeah, I also miss my family.”

Ava looked over at Zan with a renewed interest. The tenderness in his voice spoke of a caring man with a rare appreciation for the importance of family. She knew he would eventually make a great husband and father. From previous conversations, she knew that Zan hoped to marry Cassandra next year when she graduated from general school. But Ava had never realized the closeness he had to his siblings and parents. His ambition to become a Healer had taken him away from home. No wonder he remained unsocial and buried in his books.

“When do we finally get to meet the famous Cassandra?” she asked.

“Maybe next month,” he answered.

“Cool. We’ll do dinner.”

He nodded in agreement.

Over the next few months, she learned little about Zan. Their conversations revolved around their studies, his family, and his girlfriend. She liked Cassandra, who was a warm, friendly girl who seemed to make Zan happy. Ava learned that Zan had a twin sister, Vilondra, in Counseling School near home.

She also met his younger brother, Rath, who was more athletic than studious. She laughed as she recalled the first time she met him. His juvenile junior school mannerisms were a refreshing break from the serious studiousness that surrounded her. Both Zan and Kivar put studies before fun.

“Put it here Zanafran!” he liked to say.

“Is that your full name?” Ava asked suspiciously.

“No,” Zan said a little exasperated. “Rath, say hi to Ava. Ava this is my little brother Rath. He’s visiting for the weekend.”

“Hey Ava. Wanna try some candy? It’s not sour, I swear.” He lied as he tried to hide the package labeled, “SuperSour Balls”.

She had humored him by eating a piece. She liked sour candies anyway.

“Come on, Zanafran. You too. I’ll bet you can’t eat a green one. They’re the worst,” he mumbled as he popped 2 balls in his mouth. “I can eat 2 at a time see?”

Both Zan and Ava laughed as his face contorted in response to the sour flooding his mouth.

Rath took an immediate liking to Kivar. Ava suspected that after general school, Rath would take after Kivar and apply to Warrior School. But she didn’t really get to know Zan until his life turned upside-down, leading him to change his hermit ways.

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Part 3


Ava moaned as she rolled over in bed to answer the ringing phone.

“Huh?” She mumbled.

“You’re still asleep? It’s noon already.” Kivar laughed.

“It’s Sunday, and I’m tired,” she whined. She had been up late at the local bar with some new Healing School friends.

“I’m almost done with firing practice. Wanna grab lunch?”

“Mmmmm. I’m not hungry, just tired.”

“OK. Well, don’t forget dinner tonight.”

“We’re going out tonight? Oh, I was thinking of joining a study session at school. Can we go next week?”

“No! I planned this weeks ago.” She was surprised to hear the panic in his voice.

“What’s the big deal?” She asked.

“Nothing. I-I just want to see you tonight, especially if we’re not having lunch.” He stammered nervously.

“I’m sorry. I guess between your Warrior practice sessions and my Healer study sessions, we haven’t seen much of each other lately. Well, OK. I’ll get up for lunch.” She offered.

“No, you get some sleep. I’ll pick you up at 7:30 so we can make it to our reservations.” He quickly responded.

“Where are we going?” She asked.

“The Palace,” he answered.

“Oh, fancy. What’s the occasion?” She wondered suspiciously.

“I just want to take you somewhere nice for a change.”

“OK. I’ll see you at 7:30.”

“Bye. I love you.”

“Love you too,” she mumbled before rolling over to go back to sleep.

The next day she awoke with a dreamy smile on her face as she remembered the perfectly beautiful evening. She loved the rare moments she got to see Kivar dressed in a suit. She glanced down at the new sparkling jewel on her finger and sighed. She knew something was up when he was so insistent on not canceling dinner. They were usually much more casual with their plans.

She laughed as she recalled how he offered her his jacket when they walked along the flowered gardens surrounding the restaurant after dinner. Autumn evenings were unpredictable, and she was hugging her bare shoulders in the suddenly cool night air. She had taken it thankfully, only to feel the jewel case bulging from his inner pocket. So it wasn’t a complete surprise, but endearing nonetheless, when he realized he had to ask for his jacket back before making his proposal. Flushed and knelt before her, he never looked more beautiful.

To her delight when they met in class the next day, Zan noticed right away.

“Oh my God! Congratulations!”

She smiled shyly, “Thanks. How was your weekend visit with Cassandra?”

“Great. I have news of my own, you know,” he said with a wink.

“No way. I had no idea you were going to pop the question this weekend! I can’t believe you kept it such a secret.” She exclaimed.

Since Zan was normally reserved, she patted him gently on the back in congratulations as he smiled and shrugged his shoulders in embarrassment. Then, they excitedly discussed wedding plans until their Neurobiology professor walked in to start class. Ava actually looked forward to this class. It was the first subject that came easily to her. She had finally found her natural healing talent. She would never be a great General Healer like Zan, but there was a great demand for specialists who could heal the mind, too.

“Wow,” she thought. “Imagine, a year from now, we’ll be happily married couples.” She couldn’t have been more wrong.

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