Author: AMANDA.
Rating: Teen
Disclaimer: I do not own the show Roswell and or any of the characters.
A/N: I always wonder what it would be like to enter into your favourite TV show as yourself and just cause mayhem and have a little fun playing with the characters minds and such. I also began writing a story called Dual Personalities, a Pirates of the Caribbean story with a similar storyline. I hope you guys like this story and leave me lots of nice comments <3
Summary: After the death of her boyfriend, Zack Adams, Stephanie Atwood is in depression mode. While visiting her grandmother Stephanie finds a device hidden in her grandmother's attic. One thing leads to the next and she finds herself in the TV show Roswell. With the episode at her finger tips what will Stephanie do?
Chapter One
The sun was falling behind the clouds, casting an eerie glow on the city. Stephanie lay sprawled on her bed, hugging the covers tightly. She hadn’t left that spot since last night, after Zack’s funeral. She heard knocking coming from her door but didn’t move or speak. She didn’t want to be bothered; she wanted to stay forever in his memory.
“Stephanie, its Victoria. Let me in, maybe we can talk, it’ll help,”
No matter how many people would come and talk to her, try and make her feel better no one knew the pain she was going through. No one knew how much she and Zack were in love, they didn’t understand how it felt to loose their soul mate. But Stephanie knew. The feeling felt like it would never go away. It felt like a heavy rock was permanently placed in her stomach, weighing her down. Her hands traced the lace from the pillow cover, as warm tears slid down her cheek. She didn’t care what was happening in the world around her, she wanted to sleep, dream, and live in her dream of her and Zack happy together, the way it was supposed to be.
*
The phone rang disturbing her dream and bringing her back to reality. Stephanie opened her eyes and reached for her phone, almost knocking over her water bottle.
“Hello?” she asked groggily.
“Stephanie sweetheart, it’s so good to hear your voice again,” It was her grandmother. If there was one person in the world she could talk to, it was her.
A tiny smile formed at the edge of her lips, “Hi grandma,”
“I don’t know if you’re up for the challenge but I have some homemade cookies here with your name on it,”
“Thanks grandma but I don’t feel hungry,”
“It’s alright I’ll just get Bruno to eat it all up. Stephanie, I haven’t seen you in months, how about you come over and we just talk, like we used to?”
She couldn’t tell her grandmother she’d rather stay in bed all day, maybe she could leave the house, for a little bit. “Okay, I’ll be there in a second,”
*
“Stephanie!” Her grandmother pulled her into a hug as soon as she had opened the door. “My, you look so grown up and sophisticated,” She looked at the black car pulled up in her driveway. “Already know how to drive and everything,” She cupped Stephanie’s face in her hands and kissed her forehead. “You’re already an adult,”
Stephanie smiled, “I’m only 17 grandma,” Her grandmother took her hand and led her to the living room.
“Sit, and take a cookie,”
Stephanie grabbed a cookie and sat on the old beige couch. She remembered it being in that same spot in the same room since she was 8. She broke off a tiny piece of the cookie and attempted to eat it but she stopped and looked down at the floor. She could feel the tears starting to form; she tried desperately to stop herself from crying. She didn’t want to be sad around her grandmother.
“Stephanie dear, you can tell me anything,” Her grandmother’s voice was quiet and soothing like a lullaby.
Shaking Stephanie spoke through tears, “He’s gone grandma! He was only 18 and he died, it’s not fair!” She covered her mouth with her hand and began to cry.
“You loved him didn’t you?” Her grandmother asked, she moved from the armchair to sit next to Stephanie.
Stephanie nodded, “When we were together, I felt… I felt at peace, happy.” Stephanie began to wipe her tears but her grandmother stopped her.
“Those tears are special,”
Stephanie smiled, she was glad she had decided to come and see her grandmother. Stephanie took a deep breath. “I don’t know what to do; life doesn’t feel worth living for, the one thing I was living for died,”
“You have your family, and friends who care deeply about you and want to see you happy,”
“I know, but I don’t think I can be happy again,” Stephanie stood up and ran her hands through her brown curly hair, “I don’t understand why this had to happen, why he did this to me, why’d he have to die and leave me?”
Her grandmother stood up and hugged Stephanie as she cried in her grandmother’s arms.
*
Her grandmother came into the living room carrying a tray of some more small cookies and two cups filled with tea. Her grandmother was a firm believer that tea could help people through the darkest of times. Stephanie sat up; a woolen blanket was wrapped around her. She reached for the green cup and took a sip. She didn’t care much for tea but she knew her grandmother was trying so hard to help her.
“Tastes good,” Stephanie said, going in for another.
Her grandmother sat down looking around the room. She looked at Stephanie and smiled, “I keep my sowing kit upstairs in the attic, would you mind getting it for me? I don’t walk as well as I used to.”
Stephanie placed the cup back onto the try and stood. Maybe a little walking would help clear her mind. Besides, the smell of her grandmother’s perfume and the scent of the candles burning in the living room were starting to give her a headache, although it could have been the result of her crying as well.
She walked up the stairs, it creaking as she continued on. The house was small but cozy; she always felt at home whenever she’d visit. She switched on the light as she made her way up another flight of stairs and into the attic. Like the house the attic was small but exceptionally clean. Stephanie made her way past a few boxes of old records, spotting the sowing kit on a hall table near the wall at the end of the room. She grabbed the kit and was about to leave when something caught her attention. A device that reminded her of one of those security devices that required you to place your hand on it so it would open the door. She dropped the kit on the table and walked towards it. She could see a thin layer of dust on the top of the device. It probably was the only thing in the room that wasn’t clean to a tee. She switched it on and watched as a bright green light glowed from the screen. She placed her hand on the metal, feeling as if someone was controlling her, taking over her body. Another bright green light flashed and Stephanie began to feel faint and dizzy. She tried to hold on to something and call for help but her legs went weak and her eyes shut as she fell to the floor.
