Author: Erin Katie
Disclaimer: Yo, I don’t own anything about Roswell, I’m just using something’s, nothing’s mine okay?
Pairings/Couples/Category: No one real specific but I’ll say A/I/CC
Rating: Mature
Summary: Everything through S1 and S2 up until Alex’s death happens. This is a somewhat short story of the death of my beloved Alex. In my Roswell Heaven Alex doesn’t die and here I am giving him a second chance, though God or whoever gives it to him won’t make it easy, he/she has high expectations for our Alex.
Author’s Note: This is somewhat focused around Valentine’s Day and I'll update weekly. Enjoy!
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Chapter One: Hear Ye, Hear Ye!
Alex Whitman sashayed down the long white hallway with confidence that screamed “I am stud, hear me roar!” He knew by the wild look in every girl’s eyes that he was “The Man” and he knew… he really was. For the first time in the computer geeky life of The Whitster he felt manly; he was certain that if any hot chick walked up to him and asked him to fix her cherry red Mercedes she got for her sweet sixteen, he would rip off his shirt to display his washboard chest to her and get to work while she swooned all over him. Alex Whitman was The Stud and everyone knew it.
He followed the hallway to it’s end and stood in front of a man who was clearly out of place in a school like Roswell High. “Bill Gates?” He asked confusedly.
“Hello Alex.”
“Yeah, uh, hi ya Mr. Gates. Um, how do you know my name?” Alex couldn't believe his eyes, Bill Gates here in Roswell, he was in a computer geeks wet dream.
“I know everyone’s name.” He sighed.
“Righhhht, how cryptic of you. No but seriously, what brings you to Roswell?” He thought Bill look somewhat out of it and smiled to himself when he thought of becoming so accquainted with Bill Gates to only refer to him as Bill. Alex sighed longingly.
“Aliens.”
“Aliens?” He asked somewhat speculatively and somewhat with fear for his “otherwordly” friends as he was snapped from his Bill reverie.
“Yes, aliens, Alex. Doesn’t everyone come to Roswell to see aliens?”
Alex laughed, “of course they do! Silly me. Do you want me to show you around?”
“I don’t really have time for that.” Bill Gates stated as he poked the bridge of his glasses to prevent them from sliding further down his nose.
“You came here, but you don’t have time to look for aliens?”
“Tell me Alex, do you know any aliens?”
He shifted from foot to foot uncomfortably. Alex was seriously wondering why Bill Gates was in Roswell looking for aliens. “Um, no I don’t know any.”
Bill’s eyes narrowed suspiciously, “do you believe in aliens?”
“Yeah, I mean sure, I guess, why not?”
“Well I hope you believe in aliens, Alex because one alien believed in you enough to kill you.”
“What!?!?!?!” Alex froze. What was this guy talking about? Bill Gates had officially lost his hard drive, Alex thought.
“Alex, I hate to break it you, but you’re dead and an alien killed you.” Once again Bill poked the bridge of his glasses nonchalantly as Alex dizzily passed out.
Chapter Two: Alex The Smooth
When Alex began to regain consciousness and saw the face of Bill Gates whirling around in a circle over him he had to shut his eyes to prevent himself from vomiting (whether from Bill’s face or the dizziness, he didn’t know).
“Are you still here?”
“Where would you like me to go, Alex?” Bill replied calmly.
“I don’t know! Why are you so calm? Why is your voice so soothing? What the HELL is BILL GATES doing in ROSWELL, NEW MEXICO?” Alex bellowed as he began to sit up and lay his head back against the cool wall of the now suspiciously abandoned hallway. “What the hell is going on?” He mumbled.
“I am calm, Alex, because there is no need to be emotional. My voice is soothing, Alex because you are distressed and you need to be soothed, Bill Gates is not really in Roswell, New Mexico and neither are you mentally, Alex. What is going on, is that you are dead, Alex.”
“Quit repeating my name.”
“Yes, Alex.”
The Whitster sighed deeply; he was confused to say the least. He needed to contact one of the gang and let them know there was a lunatic about in the form of Bill Gates, Computer Prodigy.
“You can’t leave, Alex.”
He jumped, what? Bill Gates could read minds? Wait. No, what a fool he was. This wasn’t Bill Gates: this was some sort of shape shifter. Yeah! That’s it he thought, a shape shifter who could read minds! Well Bill was no match for The Stud’s logic and cunning, he found him out and would foil his plan soon enough. ‘Just you wait my pretty’ he thought, though he wished he had quoted something more manly. Was ‘can you smell what The Rock is cookin’?’ appropriate, he wondered.
“Alex, there is no where to go. You can’t leave, Alex. You are-“
“Dead, yeah I know, BILL, you keep repeating that, BILL and still I don’t feel dead, BILL. How do you explain that one smart ass?”
“Because you haven’t accepted that you’re dead, Alex. Tell me, what is the last thing you remember?”
“Tell me, Mr. Microsoft, who would accept they are dead when Bill Gates is telling them so?”
“Would you like to see me in some other form?”
“Yeah – maybe a naked Gisele?” Bill began to lift his head as if summoning some higher power. Light began to glow behind him and surrounded him similar to pictures of Jesus. Alex craned his head to right and looked past Bill and found a person the size of a Hobbit.
“I’m not allowed to be naked, Alex.” Bill said looking down on him.
“Yeah, who says? I want to see a naked Gisele. Bill, why is Frodo Baggins standing behind you holding a light?”
“You can see him?”
“How can I not? There is A HOBBIT STANDING BEHIND YOU! What, God doesn’t have enough power for heavenly glow?” He said exasperatedly.
“God? Alex, you believe in God?”
“Oh hell! I am not having this discussion with Bill Gates while Frodo shines the heavenly glow upon us in the form of a 60 watt bulb.” Alex began to get up, Bill extended a hand to help him but he shooed it away, his dizziness no longer a problem. He wondered if he was going out of his mind. How could he be dead?
“How did I die?” He began to walk down the corridor while Bill and Frodo followed him. There were no more girls, no more feelings of confidence, what happened to ‘I am stud, hear me roar?’
“They were not here in the first place, Alex. That was a part of what humans consider heaven. What you were walking through was your heaven.”
He turned around angrily and Bill stopped abruptly causing Frodo, who was following him, to bump face first into Bill’s ass. If Alex weren’t so confused and angry he probably would have laughed himself into oblivion.
“You think that is what my heaven would be like? My heaven would be me alive sitting in a booth in the Crash making Isabelle laugh as Maria and Liz hung out while they worked.”
Bill looked surprised for the first time and stared at Alex contemplatively. He spoke seriously, all calm and soothing gone. “Tell me, Alex, would you not have her love you in heaven? Would you not want to be showered by her passion, her ardor, her amour?”
“Passion, ardor, amour? Who- WHO the HELL says that? You and Frodo have been reading way too many romance novels.”
But Bill did not deny nor confirm this he just stood there waiting for Alex to answer.
“Gees. Would I have those things? Yes. Yes, I would want her to shower me in whatever the heck you said but not if she didn’t want to and wait- doesn’t she have to be dead to do that?”
“And tell me, Alex, would you give up your lovely Isabelle to save your friends from impending doom?”
“Oh so now you’re Gandalf. I get it, Frodo following you, the One Ring, doom and gloom.”
“Alex.” He said patiently.
Alex thought about Maria and Liz: two faces he would never see again if what Bill Gates and his chump said was true. He thought about Maria’s voice and the world not hearing it, and Liz’s intelligence and the world not seeing it. The answer seemed obvious to The Stud.
“I suppose I would but what does it matter now if I’m really dead?”
“Alex, I have a proposition for you, and if you take it, and do it right, not only will your friends live but you may also.”
He eyed the shorter man and his little hobbit suspiciously, “what’s the catch?”
“All you have to do is figure out who killed you or well I suppose now who tried to kill you. Find that person, overtake them with the help of your friends and save the world.”
“Okay, sure Bill, no problem, Bill. Hey listen, I have an idea, why don’t you just tell me who tried to knock me out and save me the trouble.”
Bill stared at him and he knew that was not going to happen, he let out an exasperated sigh and ran his hand through his hair. “Okay. But, seriously, what’s the catch? Do I have to sell you my soul or something?”
“Sell me your soul? That’s only in movies, besides, I’m not the devil. But the catch is simple: you have to give up Isabelle; you can’t be with her, even if she loves you.
“You said the catch was SIMPLE, Bill… you need a dictionary.”
“Do this Alex and save yourself and your friends. Decline and you will be seeing them all very shortly.”
Alex stared at the man with some wonder, “who ARE you, really?”
Bill snapped his fingers and Frodo shined the light on him and with one more snap of his fingers Bill Gates was no longer Bill Gates but he was now a little green man, with pointy ears, brown robes, holding a light saber.
“God, am I. Yes or no, Alex, now?”
He was dumbfounded and with a stupid nod of his head in the affirmative, Alex felt his body jerk uncontrollably and pain began to tear through him. As he heard distant voices calling out, cold paddles touch his chest and then a horrible electric surge that charred his every vein, Alex’s last thought before a dark oblivion was ‘is Yoda really that short?’
Poor guy getting woken at the wrong moment 
