Raelyn for Best Original Character
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Title: Linger in this Otherworld; Book Three in the Chains of Fate Series
Spoilers: All of Roswell is up for grabs though it seriously differs from canon
Category: UC, AU, Ensemble Fic
Pairings: Polar, Max (and Maria) Friendly, Other pairings will be revealed as the story progresses
Summary: A young group of teens in Roswell, some alien and some not, have no idea how many changes the next year has in store for them, or how many secrets of the past will be revealed for both the hybrids, and the humans, as they band together against outside forces that threaten everything they hold dear. - Alternate Universe Season One, continuation of Edge of Shadows and Brink of Dreams.
Warning: This story will depict occasional scenes of violence and those of a sexual nature as well the occasion use of foul language, none should be too graphic and if needed, more specific warnings will be posted above the specific chapters.
Disclaimer: The characters of Roswell belong to Jason Katims, Melinda Metz, WB, and UPN. They are not mine and no infringement is intended.
A/N: To reiterate what I’ve stated in the other fics, this is an Ensemble fic and the goal is to have fans of have any characters or pairings be able to read it without fear. Also I am like ridiculously giddy to be posting this because I have wanted to redo season one FOREVER and I am so excited to finally be doing it. And on that note, several pieces of dialogue in these first few chapters were taken from the Pilot and succeeding episodes, with alterations and additions of course, but those recognizable pieces do not belong to me. Same goes for the lyrics which are from the song ‘Lightning Strikes Twice’ by Iron Maiden
Betas: Ashita is my brilliant and amazing beta, all praise to her for putting up with me and writing her own fantastic fics, and Kathy has also helped me with the series so they both deserve massive thanks. Oh and the lovely author and beta Keri Anne is responsible for the first scene in this chapter that is from Alex’s point of view so all hail her genius!
Not very long before the storm reaches here
Off in the distance a lightning is flashing again
Feel something strong as the power draws near
Is it the rolling of thunder that scares you?
Is it the crashing of clouds that hold fear?
But all I know as I sit in a corner alone
It takes me back to my childhood again
And as I wait and look for an answer
To all the things going round in my head
I ask myself, “Could it be a disaster and when?”
It’s maybe threatening to happen again
As the ominous light draws near
There’s a lone dog howls in the park
All the people hurry inside
As a lightning flash lights the dark
The storm is nearly here
Only God will know
You’re sitting alone, you watch
As the wind is blowing treetops
And the swaying rustling of leaves
Plenty of time to perceive
As you wait for rain to fall
Only God knows
The whole sky glows
Maybe lightning strikes twice
Previously on Walk the Edge of Shadows…
Michael watched Liz whisper and giggle with her sister and their friend Maria after scamming a customer, and his gut clenched when he realized that Max was staring at her too, the other boy completely oblivious to his companion’s shared fascination for the brunette.
He dragged his eyes away when he heard the arguing in the corner, the sounds of two men yelling grating on his nerves as something he had not had to listen to since they left the trailer park. When the gun came out he froze, time slowing down as they struggled, and then a bullet flew through the air to hit the tender flesh of Liz Parker’s stomach.
His heart stopped.
Frantic thoughts of healing, of calling 911, of doing anything but sitting there, unable to move flashed through his mind, and then Max leapt to his feet, ready to charge in like a white knight on his damn stallion.
Michael grabbed his arm but let go a moment later, not because of Max’s frantic words or the passion in his eyes, but because he could not bear the thought of Liz Parker not being there for him to watch.
Max placed his hand on her stomach and Michael held back the customers, unable to look behind him for fear that his brother succeeded and fear that he did not. Everything was going to change.
Previously on Tread the Brink of Dreams…
Tess had been watching the way Max and Michael watched her sister, and trying to decide for herself if she wanted to encourage her to go after either of them, or find a way to make both of them leave her sister alone. The one thing holding her back was the fear that it was her own selfish desire for Liz’s current boyfriend prompting her to think about telling Liz to consider Michael.
Sometimes she wished she did not have a conscience.
Thoughts of her and her sister’s love life had been the only things keeping her sane for the past month, the only thing keeping her from watching everyone in town like she was one of the paranoid conspiracy theorists who haunted Roswell. She had never really felt alone, because even though they were not exactly the same, Liz was her sister, and she had never felt like an outsider because of that. But suddenly knowing that there were others out there, others like her; it was both exhilarating and terrifying because above all it meant that pretending to be normal might not be an option much longer.
But the thoughts of her and her sister’s love life, and their alien fears, were wiped away when the argument by the door got so loud that no one could ignore it anymore, and a new kind of dread tightened her gut.
All of a sudden there was a gun waving, the fluorescent lights glinting off the cold metal, and then there was a brief flash, so small that if she had been entirely human she probably would not have noticed it, and then Liz was falling, and there was red seeping through the front of her uniform, and oh-my-god her sister had been shot, and she had to get to her, she had to heal her like she had all those years ago.
But Maria was clutching her hysterically, and there were people watching, and she was trying to get to Liz, but Maria just would not stop screaming, and then Max, tall quiet Max, was bending over Liz and tearing her uniform open and there was blood, so much blood, and he put his hand over the bullet hole and he told Liz to look at him and she did.
Then his hand was glowing and she could feel the connection between them through her own connection with her sister, and what did it mean, was he one of the others? Had Max lived in one of those pods? Was he like her? How could they not have sensed it before?
Maria stopped screaming, and Liz was okay, and Max was breaking a bottle of ketchup, and suddenly she could move again. She shoved Maria out of the way and knelt next to her sister to hide her from view, waving a hand over her uniform so that the buttons were done up and the blood underneath the ketchup was gone. Max saw her do it with wide eyes, and then he ran out of the restaurant and she cursed under her breath. Way to look suspicious idiot.
She helped Liz stand up and oh-so-casually moved back to the wall behind her as people rushed up to see if her sister was okay.
As soon as Liz started telling her ketchup bottle story with a perfect embarrassed blush and giggle, her sister was such a good liar, she waved her hand behind her back over the right side of the doorframe leading to the kitchens, and suddenly there was a bullet hole with bullet, readymade for the sheriff to find.
Liz pulled away from the crowd and grabbed her hand and looked her in the eyes, and they both knew; everything had changed.
September 18th, 1999
“Lizzy. Oh my God!” Jeff exclaimed, his voice shaking and his face pale as he rushed up to his daughter, all too vivid images of his wife’s broken and bloodstained body flashing through his mind. He could not survive that devastation again; he would not survive losing one of his daughters, not now, when he had just barely recovered from Nancy’s loss.
Liz just smiled calmly up at him, hiding her own shock and turmoil, and squeezed his arm reassuringly, pulling away the towel over her midsection to reveal the large swirl of ketchup staining the front of her uniform. “No dad, I’m fine. See? I just knocked over the ketchup. I’m okay, I promise.”
Her father visibly slumped with relief, the blood slowly returning to his face as he pulled her in for a desperate, breath-stealing hug, ignoring the way ketchup smeared over his own shirt, too caught up in his need to physically reassure himself that his Lizzy was truly okay. After a long moment he finally released her, cheeks damp, before turning to inspect Tess to ensure that she too, was okay, his eyes still a little wild with fear and remembered pain.
Liz exchanged a worried glance with her sister over his shoulder, hoping that this almost disaster didn’t push their fragile father back over the edge, then took a deep, steadying breath, and turned to face the Sheriff, praying that she could prevent an even worse disaster.
“You okay, Miss Parker?” He asked in a voice made soothing through years of experience, but that set her hackles up all the same.
She nodded and curved her lips into a smile while butterflies flapped up a hurricane in her stomach, forcing her to fight the urge to be sick all over his cowboy boots. Max healing her was the closest they had ever come to exposure, the first time their abilities had been used in such a public place, and any hint of the unusual was dangerous in a town like theirs. The man standing before her might be dating Maria’s mother, and might be her boyfriend’s father, but that did not make him any less terrifying or any less capable of destroying her and her sister’s lives.
“I’m fine Sheriff, just a little shaken up.” She managed to say after swallowing hard, proud of the fact that her voice was even and sincere. After a brief, heart-stopping moment, he nodded and turned to face his Deputy, who had just finished getting Maria’s babbled statement, the blond moving to Liz’s side where she clutched at Liz’s hand and sniffed her cypress oil in a vain, but familiar attempt to soothe her jangled nerves. For a brief second, Liz considered grabbing the bottle and downing it to see if it would kill the storm in her stomach, but sanity intruded and instead she turned her attention back to the two men, tightly squeezing Maria’s hand for comfort, both her friend’s and her own.
“Sheriff, the suspects ran out just after the incident occurred. Couple of outsiders. No apparent robbery, no injuries other than the girl that fell.” Here the deputy nodded at Liz before continuing. “Just seems like an argument that got out of hand.”
Before the sheriff could reply, the deputy snapped at the two tourists nosing around behind the counter. “Hey, I told you two to stay outta there.” He shook his head disgustedly and turned back to Valenti. “Couple of tourists in town for the Crash.”
“Uh Sheriff?” The male tourist said hesitantly as he and the woman came back into the front of the restaurant, Liz barely managing to stop herself from glaring openly at them. “Hi, um, I’m sorry; I really need to talk to you. I think something happened here.”
“What do you think happened?” The sheriff asked politely, his face serious though something in his eyes reminded Liz of Kyle in one of his more humorous moods, lightening her panic ever so slightly.
“Well, the gunman was standing over there, right?” The man said as he pointed, “And the shot was fired in this direction. And we searched, and well we did find the bullet.” He looked disappointed when he said that and Liz felt a triumphant surge through her bond with Tess. “But it’s right behind where the ketchup bottle broke on the floor, almost like it would have had to pass through the girl here to hit the wall.”
The Sheriff glanced at a clearly unharmed Liz for a moment before turning a skeptical look back on the man, obviously waiting for further proof. “Yeah, and uh Sheriff, before it happened, the girl gave me this.” He handed the sheriff the alien photo Liz used to boost her tips and the brunette blushed as her sister and Maria giggled.
Valenti smiled at them with clear amusement as he handed the photo to Jeff, who took one glance before giving his daughters and Maria a stern look. “What have I told you girls about showing the photos to the tourists?”
Liz flushed again, half in embarrassment and half in dread as the other tourist, the woman, stepped forward and pointed to the table where Max and Michael had been sitting, causing the sheriff’s gaze to drift over the empty Tabasco bottles as a knot solidified in Liz’s chest, panic back in full force. “There were two kids sitting over there when it happened, two boys about her age. And then one of them went up to her and –”
“It was just a boy from school, making sure I was okay.” Liz interrupted her, clinging to her calm, waitress smile, and praying that it didn’t falter. She would have denied knowing them at all, but with Maria still hanging on her arm, she didn’t trust her friend not to react to that blatant lie. Not to mention how easily it could be disproved in a town as small as theirs.
“Then why did they rush out of here so fast?” The male tourist asked suspiciously and Liz shrugged, darting a glance at the sheriff to judge his level of interest in what the two were saying.
“Maybe they had somewhere to be.”
The sheriff’s brow was furrowed in thought, but after a moment he nodded agreeably. “I think we’re all done here. We’ll take the bullet in for evidence in case we find a match to their gun in the system, but we won’t take up any more of your time today Jeff.”
Liz fiercely resisted the urge to let her relief show on her face at that declaration, but was unable to repress a flicker of fear, shared with Tess, at just what tests on the bullet might reveal. They didn’t exactly have a lot of experience in creating such things, and had no true idea of how realistic the bit of metal was.
But, there was nothing they could do about it, so they watched nervously, but silently, as the deputy pried it out of the wall and dropped it into a small plastic bag before taking his leave with the sheriff, the two men escorting the tourists out the door as they went so that the Parker’s would have, in the sheriff’s words, ‘some peace and quiet to clean the place up.’
Liz helped mop up the rest of the broken glass and ketchup, before grabbing her sister’s arm and making an excuse to Maria and her father about needing to take a shower and then dragging Tess up the stairs. They had some answers to find because right then, everything they thought they knew had gone out the window, and the stakes had just been raised to frightening new heights.
Staring at each other in their bedroom, they could not help but think that the world had seemed a safer place when they thought they were alone.
Alex looked around the Evans kitchen and shook his head. He had been jostled aside as the argument between Isabel, Max, and Michael, became more intense. Raelyn was trying to play peacemaker, mediator, but she was failing. It was a good thing that Mr. and Mrs. Evans were not home, because nobody was exactly watching what they were saying.
Michael’s hands started to glow and Rae reached for his arm to try and calm him, help him regain his control.
For the first time, it hit Alex that he was standing in a room with four very powerful, very dangerous, aliens. And none of them were in a good mood. They were his friends, but if one of them were to lose control, would they be able to stop themselves from hurting him? He had no way of defending himself. He was suddenly very aware of his humanity.
"How could you do it, Max? How could you betray us like that?!" Isabel was shaking with fear and rage, but she also looked close to tears.
Max grabbed Isabel’s shoulders, trying to get her to listen to him. "She won’t tell, Izzy, Liz won’t tell."
"How can you be so sure, Maxwell?!" Michael’s voice was a low growl; Raelyn’s grip on his arm seemingly the only thing keeping him in control.
Max released Isabel and turned to look at Michael. "Because I saw… Michael, when I healed her I got flashes, I saw things…And Tess, she did something.”
"You got flashes?" Michael’s voice became even more quiet, more dangerous, but Max did not seem to understand the danger in his brother’s eyes.
Max nodded, obviously relieved that somebody was starting to listen to him. "I think her sister is different too. Michael, Izzy, I think Tess is like us."
"If you are like me, then why didn’t Liz or I feel you? Why no connection?"
Tess’s soft voice caused everybody in the room to spin around and face the two girls standing just inside the kitchen door.
"We did knock." Liz stated quietly. But there was something challenging and defiant in the action.
In another situation, it might have looked funny. Tess stood on the right, Liz on the left, their hands clasped together. The open kitchen door showed the basketball court behind them, a light breeze stirring the branches of trees in the distance. They were light and dark. Blonde and brunette, short curly hair and long straight tresses. Blue eyes and brown. Tess’s hand looked creamy and pale beside the slight coffee undertone of Liz’s skin.
Both girls had changed into jeans; Liz’s were slightly darker than Tess’s. Tess wore a light blue v-neck top with darker blue diagonal stripes. Liz’s t-shirt was a solid orange. Both girls were short, petite, unimposing. Tess was ever so slightly taller than Liz. But between the two of them was an undeniable aura of strength.
It was Max who broke the silence. "Liz…"
He started to move towards Liz but Tess brought her hand up in what could only be called a protective gesture. A wall of green energy seemed to flow out of her hand, shielding the two girls from Max’s approach.
"I asked you a question. If you’re like me then why didn’t Liz or I feel you?"
Max took a step backwards. Michael stepped to just behind his right shoulder, Raelyn clinging to his hand in much the same way that Tess and Liz were clinging to each other. Isabel gasped and reached out to the kitchen counter for support.
Alex’s jaw dropped in shock. Tess was an alien; Tess was like Michael! But did that mean that Liz was like Rae? He shook his head and stepped forward from his spot by the kitchen table. It was only then that he realized that he had been half-hidden from Liz and Tess’s sight by the four aliens in the middle of the kitchen as their eyes widened in shock to match his own.
"Okay." He breathed out in a voice much calmer than he felt. "I’ve had enough alien bullshit for one day." He walked up towards Tess and Liz; Tess caught his eye for a second and then lowered the shield.
"Max, we all understand why you did what you did, but you should have been more careful. Michael, you would have healed her if you could, so stop being a hypocrite. Isabel, yes, you feel hurt, upset and betrayed. You have every right to feel that way. I know you’re afraid, but Tess just showed you that she and Liz can’t hand you over to be anybody’s lab rat without putting themselves at risk too. Raelyn, just keep Michael calm.”
“Tess, I wish you’d told me but I guess I understand why you didn’t. Liz," he was standing right in front of Liz by then and his gaze softened. "I’m glad you’re okay." He pulled Liz into a quick hug before turning to face the rest of the room. "I’m going home. I’ll talk to you all tomorrow."
With that he slipped past Liz and walked out the door, shutting it behind him and leaving six stunned and not quite human teenagers in his wake.
Later he wondered where he had gotten the courage to speak as he had, and felt a little faint at just how wrong the confrontation could have gone.
Still standing in the Evans’ kitchen, the six teens stared at each other, none of them sure how to break the lengthening silence until finally Liz shifted her feet and spoke, not willing to prolong the tension anymore, her words dropping into the quiet like stones on a still pond. “When did you come out of the pods?”
Like stones, the question was meant to shock, to provoke ripples of reaction, and it worked as Michael’s hands began to glow again and all four visibly tensed further, so tightly strung that she briefly considered snapping her fingers just to see what would happen. Shock did strange things to her usually rational thought process.
It had been a calculated risk, admitting their knowledge like that, but she did not think that they would have been so afraid of exposure if they knew where they came from, and some gut instinct was telling her that they were the three who had awakened before Tess, though who was who since there were four teenagers in front of her, was another question.
And given that they had grown up with the four of them, and that Max had tried to save her life, even without knowing who she and her sister really were, well that earned them some trust, not a lot, but some.
After a moment of heavy silence and building energy that made Liz’s skin crawl with hundreds of invisible ants, Tess rolled her eyes and took matters into her own hands, asking sarcastically “Don’t you remember me? I was in the pod you left behind.”
All of them looked, if possible, even more shocked, and suddenly Liz laughed, a note of hysteria tainting her voice. The sheer ridiculousness of the situation and their expressions, combined with her delayed reaction to her own almost death, and the discovery of the aliens they had been half-heartedly searching for all summer, was just a little too much, and all of that stress had to find an outlet.
“Great, we finally find some other aliens and it turns out they’re whack jobs.” Michael stated dryly after another tense moment, his fists relaxing as the glow faded, and Tess snorted while rubbing soothing circles on her sister’s back.
“At least we bathe, and use hair care products.” She replied pointedly as she stared challengingly back at him, channeling her inner Maria and earning herself a smirk from Michael while Isabel reflexively reached a hand up to touch her perfect blond hair.
“I don’t remember a fourth pod.” Max said quietly, dispelling the brief moment of humor as his gaze darted between the too-calm blond and her sister, whose giggles had faded away and was now cradling her stomach with her arms as she watched them warily.
Tess shrugged. “I didn’t remember any of you until, well, until recently. But more importantly, I know you saw things in my sister’s head, so you’re really not in a position to demand more proof.” She finished in a biting tone as she wrapped an arm around Liz’s waist. She shook her head as most of her anger drained away, replaced by exhaustion and still lingering fear. “My sister was just shot, and questioned by the sheriff. Thanks for that by the way, you really need to work on that hiding in plain sight thing. So, I’m going to try and calm her and our father down while you four figure out if you want to trust us.”
She turned and led Liz towards the door before casting one more glance over her shoulder, lips twisting into a dark parody of a smile. “You know where to find us.”
Then they left and for the second time that afternoon, a stunned silence fell over the kitchen as Michael, Raelyn, Isabel, and Max, all stared at each other and wondered what the hell they were supposed to do after that.
None of them could have guessed that they had been attending classes with anyone whose secrets were as big as theirs, and none of them knew what to do with that information now that it was too late to pretend nothing had changed.
Their private little world had just gotten a lot bigger, and even Michael, who wanted answers the most, wasn’t sure they were ready to deal with the fallout from the day’s events. Raelyn buried her head in his chest and Isabel collapsed onto a stool as the two boys stared silently at each other; everything was different now, everything.
September 19th, 1999
The girls had not been able to talk about what happened after leaving the Evans’ house the evening before. Instead they had come home and spent hours with their father, as he once again reassured himself that they were alive and okay; he had even closed the restaurant for the rest of the day. When he finally let them go to bed, they were both exhausted, and had fallen asleep the moment their heads touched their pillows.
They had both been scheduled to work the next morning, but had been banned from the café and instructed to rest and focus on homework, preventing any attempt to try and contact the others again, assuming they were ready or willing to given how effectively Tess had left the ball in their court.
By the time they crawled out of bed and finished their small amount of schoolwork, each avoiding talking all the while as they each dealt with their own emotions and turmoil, it was early afternoon, and the two girls moved to the balcony, enjoying the brief shade provided by the position of the sun, and the respite from their father’s anxious hovering.
Liz gently stroked the skin of her stomach where the handprint had been before she erased it, her eyes staring into the past at a dark, bloodstained road, while her sister watched worriedly from her place by the window. “Stop staring at me Tess, I’m fine. And, even if Max hadn’t been there, I would have been fine because you would have saved me.”
She turned so her eyes met her sister’s and smiled. “Really, we should be stressing more over what the heck we’re going to tell Maria, because with Alex knowing, and apparently four other people, it’s not really fair or practical to keep her out of the loop any longer.”
Tess paled as she dropped into the chair beside Liz. “Crap, I hadn’t even thought about that. I know she’s going to have questions after we rushed off yesterday and she might have seen something…oh this is not going to be pretty.” She looked at her sister a little desperately. “Think we could get Alex to tell her?” She asked, only half kidding.
Liz just raised an eyebrow. “I think Alex is probably a little irritated with us too. I wonder how he found out about the others? Do you think he and Raelyn started dating and he didn’t tell us?”
Her sister shook her head. “I thought about that, but you know Alex, he’s a sweetheart, there’s no way he would have left that kitchen without giving her a hug or a kiss or something.”
“So basically he is now hung up on an alien, and not just a girl, whose brother can blow him up if he feels like it, poor Alex.” Liz said with a chuckle as her head fell back on the lawn chair. “Although I don’t think Raelyn is actually an alien; I think she might be like me.”
“Are you sure? She could be Vilandra and Michael could be Zan just as easily as it could be Isabel and Max, or she could be another alien who just wasn’t in one of those four pods.”
Liz frowned, then shrugged and shook her head. “I don’t think so, she feels like me if that makes sense, but then again we had no idea that any of them were different before yesterday, so who am I to talk?” Her corresponding laugh had a hint of her earlier hysteria and she visibly shook herself before turning a questioning gaze on Tess.
“Have you thought about what it might mean for you? One of them is Zan, I’m sure of it. I didn’t have a chance to see their auras, but we will know as soon as they get up the nerve to confront us.”
Tess hesitated, tugging on one of her curls. “Not really, whatever happened in the past – which is assuming we’re not crazy and didn’t hallucinate all of those dreams –” Liz shot her a disbelieving look at that comment, but she persisted. “Either way, it was in the past, and I’m not going to dictate my life now, by whatever happened then.”
Her sister smiled and reached over to take her hand. “I’m with you; let’s just hope they feel the same way.”
They were quiet for a moment; both watching the stars and still holding hands, just enjoying the calm that they were sure would not last. ‘Is this really happening? The dreams, the shooting, the others? Or are we locked up somewhere beating our heads against a padded wall?’ Tess asked silently, feeling her own hysteria bubble up now that the need to keep her sister and father calm had passed.
‘I don’t know.’ Liz said after a moment, gently squeezing her hand. ‘It does seem a little out there doesn’t it?’
It was Tess’s turn to shoot her sister a disbelieving look. ‘A little out there? Try I would believe flying pigs crashed a saucer back in ’47 over this.’
Liz giggled once before sobering again, her own fear and worry trickling through the bond. ‘I don’t think we’re insane, but I must admit, I kind of wish we were. I got shot yesterday and that’s not even close to being the most important thing that happened. I can’t even think about the fact that I could have died, because we have bigger worries. I think that qualifies for insanity.’
‘You almost dying is all I can think about.’ Tess admitted, her mental tone bordering on anguish as her grip on her sister tightened. ‘You almost died and we haven’t even come across our enemies yet, if they even exist. It wasn’t alien, it wasn’t important; it was a stupid argument. Hasn’t our family had enough bad luck?’
‘You would think so wouldn’t you? The brunette replied with a sigh, feeling a double wave of sadness from herself, and her sister, as they contemplated the last time chance had ripped through their lives. After a long, painful moment, she shoved her turbulent emotions down, swung her legs over the edge of the lawn chair so she was sitting straight up, and faced her sister, stating firmly. ‘Instead of focusing on the bad luck of getting shot, we should focus on the good luck that I got healed, and we found the others because of it.’
‘I’m still not sure that finding the others constitutes good luck.’ Her sister responded dryly as she too sat up, her lips twitching into a faint smile though her blue eyes remained serious. ‘What do we know about them really? I mean, we’ve gone to school with them sure, but none of us are friends, they don’t really have any friends except each other, excluding Alex for Raelyn and a few cheerleaders for Isabel.’
‘You didn’t want to make friends either at first.’ Liz reminded Tess, her eyes twinkling. ‘I distinctly remember having to force you to talk to Maria, and even Alex at first.’
Tess stuck her tongue out at her sister, but then nodded reluctantly. ‘I guess you have a point. If you hadn’t had friends before I came along, or if I had ended up in an orphanage, I could have ended up like them.’
They both fell silent after that, knowing how glad they both were that they had become sisters, that Tess had not ended up alone and too afraid to let anyone in, and that chance was not always bad. “Why do you think we didn’t sense them?” The blond finally asked, her voice soft and husky with exhaustion.
“I think we did. We both felt the changes when we got back to Roswell, and the dreams didn’t start until we were in school with them.” Liz shrugged. “But, we didn’t know there were more pods until summer, and out of all of the students our age at both schools, how could we have known who to look at? Or even if they still lived here?”
“You and your logic.” Tess stated, half teasingly and half disgustedly. “You have an answer for everything, don’t you?”
Liz just laughed. “I wish Tess, I wish.” Smile fading, she stood and pulled her sister to her feet. “I have a feeling that we’re going to have a lot more questions than answers for a while yet.”
Michael and Raelyn’s Apartment…
Michael could feel his sister’s gaze boring into his skull and stared pointedly at the TV, doing his level best to ignore her presence. It did not deter her, and after several more minutes, he finally snapped, turning a glare towards where she sat on the other end of the couch. “What?”
She was completely unfazed by his tone, or forbidding expression, and just smiled sweetly at him. “You need to talk about it.”
“I’m fine, I don’t need to talk.” He ground out, and felt his frustration grow when she shook her head and gave him a pointed look of her own. He held her gaze for a moment before sighing and letting his head fall back against the couch. “Did you have to be a mind reader?”
Despite his irritation, weary affection was obvious in his voice, and Lyn grinned, reaching out to take his hand. “It’s your fault I’m a mind reader, don’t forget.”
He shot her another annoyed glare, but then grudgingly smiled and let her scoot closer, wrapping his arm around her shoulders. “I’m just worried that Max being stupid is going to get us all killed, or worse.”
She was silent for a moment, resting her head against his shoulder, before asking in a curious tone. “What if Liz had died? Or even just gone to the hospital?” He opened his mouth to protest and she shushed him with a shake of her head. “I don’t mean that you don’t want her alive and well, I know you do.” She stated, glancing slyly up at him as he flushed uncomfortably.
“I meant that if she had died, or even just had to be operated on, given that she’s different like me, who’s to say that her body wouldn’t have made someone curious? Maybe Max saving her was less of a risk than leaving her alone.” She shrugged. “And besides, if he hadn’t, I’m betting that Tess would have, and then we never would have known that they were like us.”
Michael turned her words over in his mind, temporarily ignoring his gut emotional response, and realized with a sudden lurch that their deaths could be more incriminating than their lives, something he’d considered before, but never quite this seriously. What would happen if one of them died and someone did an autopsy before the others could recover the body? Or they were in an accident and unconscious and sent to the hospital?
“You’re too smart for your own good, you know that?” He stated, tone both serious and teasing as he tousled her curls.
She pinched his side and he flinched as she giggled. “You’re the one who reads Joyce, so you have no ground to stand on Mr. Pot.”
“I have plenty of ground Miss Kettle, plenty.” He replied with a straight face, and she giggled again, the sound lightening his mood, though he took care not to show it.
“Well, now that you’ve stopped brooding, I’m going to make dinner. How does spaghetti sound?” She asked as she pulled away from him and stood, propping her hands on her hips and staring down at him with a smug smile as he shot her an irritated glance, once again reminded that he couldn’t hide his true emotional state from her.
“It sounds fine, now stop blocking the game.”
She rolled her eyes and stayed in front of the TV for several more seconds, only moving when he reached for her and she danced out of reach.
“Brat.” He muttered, and her laugh floated back to him from the kitchen.
“Love you too!”
He grunted, but didn’t reply, glad that she couldn’t see the smile spreading across his face, even if she could probably feel it. She was a brat, but she was his brat, and he would make sure that she stayed safe, no matter what happened because of the day’s events.
There would be no deaths anytime soon if he could prevent it, and he only hoped that the repercussions of the shooting and Max’s actions would not cost them all more than they were willing to pay.