Author: vampyrolover86
Disclaimer: I do not own Roswell or the Covenant movie., unfortunately.

Category: Crossover Roswell/Covenant ~ Liz/?
Rating: Mature (just to be sure)
Feedback: Yes Please. Let me know what you think.
Author's Note: This is set after Season 2 of Roswell (Season 3 never happened) and after the Covenant movie.
Thanks go to my three betas: KiaraAlexisKlay, burningchaos, and darkmoon.
Summary: Liz is faced with a past she never knew belonged to her, but once an unknown boy shows up outside on her balcony, things come to light and new paths are discovered.
Part 1
Liz was awakened by a resounding thud out on her balcony. Thinking it was Max trying to profess his undying love once again, she opened her window ready to rebuff the same annoying speeches but what she saw stopped her. It was a boy lying face down on concrete chilled by a Roswell winter. She didn’t stop to think about how he could have gotten there in the first place; she just wanted to make sure he was not injured, or worse…dead.
The first thing that crossed her ever working mind was to check his pulse to reassure herself his heart was still beating. She knew it was dangerous to shift him in case he sustained major injuries, but she couldn’t help herself. She had to be absolutely sure, so she gently turned him onto his back and was shocked at the sight before her. The boy, who seemed close to her age, had various cuts and bruises on the exposed skin of his arms, and there was no telling how many other wounds were beneath his rumpled clothes.
“Liz? Are you alright?” Nancy called from Liz’s bedroom door, worry and panic evident in her voice. She had been roused from her bed by the same noise that had awoken Liz. She had tried to wake her husband, but Jeff could practically sleep through anything.
Liz was torn between keeping a watch on the strange boy and alleviating her mother’s maternal instincts. By the looks of the boy, he had fifty more pounds of muscle on his body than Liz, and she had enough trouble lifting forty pounds of ice to fill the fountain machine down in the café.
Knowing she had a chance to kill two birds with one stone, she called back to her mother. “Mom, I might need your help.”
Nancy didn’t know what to make of her daughter’s voice so she slowly made her way into the room and gasped when she saw the unmoving body outside the window. “What happened?” she asked climbing out to join her daughter on the balcony.
“I don’t know. He was just lying here,” Liz sounded miffed and slightly curious about how the boy had gotten there. Her scientific mind wanted to take control, but it was a bad time with the situation at hand.
“Oh my God. It can’t be,” Nancy exclaimed, shocked at the realization of who the boy could possibly be.
“Mom, what’s wrong?” Liz asked, curiosity filling every bone in her body with her mother’s sudden recognition of the boy.
“It’s nothing. We need to get him inside quickly,” she said, unsuccessfully trying to slip on a mask to hide what she was feeling. She wanted to tell Liz everything, but it wasn’t her secret alone. She and Jeff had come to an agreement to tell Liz everything, but they had to make sure it was the right time; otherwise, Liz would be in even more danger than she already was.
Liz was not stupid enough to fall for the whole “it’s nothing” phrase. She and her mother both knew it, but she respected and trusted her mother to tell her when she felt she could. She also knew it had something to do with the boy, but she had never seen him before. So what could it be?
After a couple of ideas being sprouted off from one to the other, both mother and daughter decided maybe it was time to involve Jeff because they could not manage to lift the boy without causing further injury.
Nancy was the obvious choice to go rouse the other member of the Parker family because, frankly, Liz did not need to know what her father slept in…or didn’t sleep in. Liz’s whole body wracked with a shiver at the mental picture she just put inside her own head only to be interrupted by a loud yell from the other room.
“WHAT?!” Jeff was in her bedroom within ten seconds of the shout. Liz had counted. Apparently her mother knew just the words that could wake her father out of a dead sleep. It seemed the words “boy” and “Liz’s room” did a better job than a grenade going off next to his bed.
“It better not be Max Evans,” Jeff snarled, staring out onto the balcony at the figure Liz was standing over.
“No, it’s not Max,” Nancy replied and leaned over to whisper into her husband’s ear, sharing the revelation she had made. The same look of fear and shock that had crossed Nancy’s face earlier, now dominated his facial features unable to hide even the bare minimum of emotions he was feeling.
‘What is going on?’ Liz thought to herself mystified at the secrecy going on around her, and she realized this must have been what they felt when Liz had kept secrets from them, only they were more worried than she was at the moment.
Jeff crawled through the window to make his way over to the unconscious boy and carefully picked him up, making sure not to jostle him too much. He waited patiently while Liz quickly went inside to help her mother carry the boy to her bed and handed him over to the two women. They nearly sagged under his dead weight but was able to make their way over to Liz’s bed to deposit their load while Jeff made his way back inside.
Nancy placed her hand on the boy’s forehead but jerked it back as if a snake had attacked her. “He’s burning up! Liz, we need a bowl with some cold water, rags, and some ice to bring his fever down. Jeff, go call Dr. Harris and tell her it’s urgent.”
Liz marveled as her mother took command of the situation. It reminded her a great deal of Isabel while in her Christmas Nazi phase. Well, phase was the wrong word considering it was every year. Maybe obsession sounded more like it.
“Liz, now!” Liz quickly took off to do her mother’s bidding not wanting to be away from the stranger for longer than necessary. Her mind didn’t even stop to question why she felt that way about the boy; it only took enough time to locate the bowl and rags.
She made it back into the room within a couple of minutes to the sight of the boy’s uncovered chest. Hoping to help bring down the fever, her mother had rid the boy of his clothing and placed him underneath the covers.
Liz positioned the items in her arms on the nightstand opposite her mother. Then she placed cloth wrapped ice packs under his arms and began to wipe a cold, wet rag across the boy’s neck and face. She remembered her mother doing the same for her in countless times past, to try to alleviate the fever at least a little.
“Nance, the doctor said she would be right over,” Jeff told her, surveying the scene before him; a flash of understanding swept through his eyes at the obvious affection Liz was showing the still unconscious boy.
“Liz,” her mother called to her, gaining only half her attention, “Will you be all right for a few minutes while your father and I go meet the doctor?”
“Yeah Mom, I’ll be fine,” she said, dipping the cloth into the water to replace the hot with fresh cold and placing it on the stranger’s forehead.
Once her parents left the room, she took a closer look at the boy trying to distinguish why he felt so familiar to her. They had never met before, but something about him called to her. Her instincts were telling her she held some connection with the boy, and her parents’ reaction only made her all the more suspicious.
He looked about average: light brown hair, rounded baby face, semi-full lips, and a slight double chin, nothing that screamed “look at me.” Sure, he was cute, but he wasn’t the type Liz was usually attracted to. Yet, he still held her full attention, and one question dominated Liz’s mind. How did he end up on her doorstep?
She touched the cloth to determine if it needed to be dipped in the cold water once more, and it felt hot as if it had been placed underneath a warming lamp. She pulled the cloth away and was met by two crystal blue eyes staring back at her. Blinking back her surprise, Liz felt a genuine relieved smile spread across her face as she realized her visitor was awake.
“How are you feeling?” Liz asked, keeping her voice down to a low whisper, not knowing if a louder voice would cause him pain.
“Like I was run over by an eighteen wheeler and then placed in an oven,” the boy said sarcastically to hide his vulnerability. “Where am I? Who are you?” he asked confusingly, trying to get his mind to work enough to remember what had happened.
“You’re in Roswell, New Mexico. My name is Liz,” the girl before him answered once again keeping her voice low.
~TBC~
I wasn't going to start posting until after I had already finished, but I just couldn't help myself.