
(With many thanks to the amazing RoswellOracle who created this wonderful masterpiece for me!)
Disclaimer: Don’t own it. No profit, just fun. Roswell belongs to Jason Katims, Melinda Metz, WB and UPN. Supernatural belongs to Eric Kripke and the CW.
Category: XO with Supernatural
Pairings: Dean/Liz
Rating: Mature
Summary: A pre season one supernatural crossover, Roswell everything up to It's too late and It's too bad where my universe veers off slightly. Also in my alternate universe the years in which things happened in Roswell are changed slightly, from Liz and the rest graduating in 2002 to 2003. So everything still happened the same years of high school up to It's too Late and It's too bad but I changed the actual year i.e. Alex died in the spring of 2002 and their senior year was 2002-2003. The years aren't really that important but for the story I had Liz starting her freshmen year at Stanford when Sam is starting his sophomore year besides that the years don't really matter.

Liz goes to Stanford and becomes friends with Sam only to find out he's the brother of someone she has a past with. A past she isn't forthcoming about but things outside of her control bring that past crashing into her present.
Part one. New Beginnings.
Chapter One
*Lyrics from "Hot Blooded" by Foreigner are not mine and underlined.*
Liz Parker was nervous. It wasn’t like every other first day of school because this was the first time that she wasn’t confident that she was the smartest and most prepared student at school. She told herself that didn’t really matter, that as long as she was focused on her classes she would be fine. She already had a bunch of credits from work she had done over the summer plus her college credit classes she had aced at Roswell High yet she still couldn’t shake the nervous flutters in her stomach. Technically it wasn’t even her first day of class but it was her first mandatory appearance so it felt the same. Kyle Valenti drove the speed limit as he drove south on Interstate 280 and Liz bit her tongue so she wouldn’t yell at him to go faster.
The music over the radio changed and Kyle yelled, “YES!” Turning up the volume and glancing at Liz, “come on Valedictorian, you still have a little time left until you’re officially a student again!” Liz smiled at her friend then rolled her eyes as he obnoxiously sang along with the song blasting from the speakers of his Mustang. “Well I’m hot blooded, check it and see. I got a fever of a hundred and three.” When she didn’t start to sing along he glanced at her again yelling over the music. “Come on Liz! This is the last time I’ll get to hang out with you for a month at least! Sing with me, for me please..” He gave her his best poor puppy face while keeping his eyes on the road. “Come on.. Stanford isn’t that far away and I’m already missing my friend!”
Liz finally caved and started to sing, “you don’t have to read my mind, to know what I have in mind. Honey you oughta know!”
Kyle drummed the wheel, “That’s my girl! You move so fine, let me lay it on the line. I wanna know what you’re doing after the show!”
Liz laughed as they both lost their selves to the music, singing and gesturing like they always did when their favorite songs came on the radio, more often than not recently they had a few drinks in them but this time was purely for the fact that they both were going to separate colleges and Kyle had a point that they wouldn’t see each other for a while. Even though he was only going to a college an hour away, they had to get used to their schedules and get used to the new world they were jumping into.
Of course Kyle had it a little bit easier since he was joining Isabel at San Francisco State and she had already been there for a year. Liz didn’t have someone to guide her around and give her tips and tricks about the area and teachers. She was still excited for all that even if she knew she was going to miss her friends like crazy. Kyle also had Michael and Maria just across the bridge at Berkeley so she was really the only one outside of their circle without someone but she reminded herself they were only an hour away and she was going to Stanford, her first choice school since she didn’t want to go to Harvard all the way across the country. That alone made up for the distance.
The song played out and they laughed at their own antics. Kyle glanced at her suddenly serious, “there’s the first sign for Stanford. I’m really going to miss you Parker.”
Liz smiled, “you too Valenti.”
“You know we’re going to come up here to kidnap you often. So you might as well enjoy the alone time while you can.”
She giggled, “I know and you’re only a phone call away if I need anything.” She rolled her eyes as she recited the promise he’d been repeating to her all week. “You’ll be up here in an hour, give or take with traffic.” He nodded stiffly. “Don’t worry, I’m sure Maria and Isabel will keep you occupied enough that you won’t miss me too much.”
He smirked, “are you kidding? This is Maria we’re talking about. You won’t answer your phone one time while in class and Maria will freak out that you’ve been kidnapped by some Stanford frat boy.”
“I wouldn’t be surprised if Maria hired a frat boy to hit on me.”
Kyle laughed, “not unless she was able to approve of him first.”
Liz laughed along with him and couldn’t stop her mind from traveling back to the past week spent with her friends. They had driven to San Francisco with Michael and Maria to meet up with Isabel who had flown in a few days prior to their road trip because of an opening on an apartment she had been eyeing since her second month at San Francisco State in one of the most coveted buildings near campus. Apparently she had gotten in with the right people because when the apartment she wanted opened up, she had gotten a call that she was first on the list to take it but she had to come in as soon as possible to sign the lease.
When they had arrived on Friday, Isabel only had a few pieces of furniture left from the last resident and four bottles of wine, four bottles of champagne, and three cases of beer. Maria was the first to point out her priorities were more along the lines of a bachelor then a tall, blonde alien from Roswell but she liked it. They all had laughed at Isabel’s eye roll and her quick response that they were also left behind. Liz was sure that Kyle and Michael were the only ones to believe her and even then it was probably only a partial belief. Isabel and Maria had declared the weekend a pre-college celebration. Maria insisted they have one just like their pre start of the year parties they’d been having since middle school, parties that used to just consist of herself, Maria and Alex. Isabel had started the whole thing off with a toast to new beginnings and Liz loved the sound of that.
She was suddenly sucked into the memory of last night when they were all in Isabel’s living room.
Kyle and Michael leaned back in the two chairs while the girls lay on pillows on the floor with their heads together. Two empty wine bottles sat in the middle of the lazy circle created by each girl’s messy halo of hair while a few empty bottles of beer sat around the guy’s chairs, more around Kyle’s than Michael’s. The last of the alcohol that was supposedly left in the apartment and the last night they would all spend together before the next free weekend they had.
Liz glanced around at her friends, tilting her head a bit to be able to see Maria and then Isabel. “You know for years I wanted to get out of Roswell so badly and I always thought in the back of my mind that it wouldn’t be as great as I had built it up to be. I am so thankful that thought was completely wrong.”
The silly laughter broke out around the room.
Maria said, “you got that right, chica.”
Kyle chuckled, “I second that.”
Michael’s voice was somber, “I’m still a little worried about leaving Max alone with Tess though.”
Kyle rolled his eyes, “way to go killjoy.”
Liz looked up at Michael, “there’s nothing we could do because Tess already has him wrapped around her finger.”
Isabel added, “she couldn’t hurt him Michael. She needs him too much. It’s actually kind of disgusting for a 21st century woman.”
Kyle and Michael spoke together, “excuse me?”
Maria smirked, “like either one of you would be able to deal with us as super clingy, co-dependent, uber-jealous..”
“Okay that’s enough.” Kyle shivered and looked at Michael’s wide eyed expression clearly disturbed by the idea. The three girls laughed.
Liz had taken a deep breath of the humid air that was pretty much the complete opposite of Roswell and felt relief. She felt that she was exactly where she was supposed to be, her friends around her all bound for the new challenge ahead of them. It was exactly what she needed, a new start and life away from everything that tried to destroy her.
“Hey Liz.” Kyle’s voice broke through her thoughts and she looked at him with a smile.
“Yeah?”
Her brow furrowed, “you okay?”
She nodded with a soft laugh, “just thinking about last night.”
Kyle chuckled, “at least you can remember most of the weekend.”
“Well some of us don’t start drinking games they can’t win.”
They both laughed and Liz finally realized that the car was parked in a lot. She looked around her and recognized it from the picture she had. She heard Kyle’s voice, “you didn’t hear me when I said we were here.”
She looked at him and smiled, “alright let’s get my bags inside and then you need to get back and I need to get ready for that orientation this evening.”
Later that night, Liz felt anxious as she rushed up the stairs to the building where the scholarship orientation and party was being held. She wasn’t sure what to expect so she had gone through four different outfits in her jittery rush before finally settling on a simple knee length sundress that Isabel had given her as a welcome to California gift. She hoped that Isabel’s fashion sense might help her fit in with the new environment without looking too out of place. The heels Isabel gave her to go with it weren’t exactly her friend though. She was never a big fan of heels ever since she realized she wasn’t very good at walking in them. She didn’t have a problem with her height either, she liked the fact that people underestimated her because it gave her the advantage. She didn’t really mind this pair because they were deceptively comfortable until it came to stairs. She was almost at the top when she tripped and flew forward but instead of crashing painfully to the cement she was caught by strong arms. She glanced up but couldn’t see who her saving grace was through her mess of dark curls that now hung like a heavy curtain in her face. She tried straightening herself, “thanks.”
He helped stand her up right with a smile, “gotta be careful with some of these stairs. It’s a pretty old building.”
She chuckled nervously as she brushed her hair back, “believe me it’s not the stairs. It’s these damn heels my friend talked me into wear..” Her gaze finally caught his hazel eyes in the fading light and something about them made her lose her train of thought.
He watched her. “Are you new? A first year, I mean?”
She nodded, shaking herself out of her stupor giving him a shy smile, “yeah.”
“I’m Sam. Second year.”
“Liz. Obviously nervous first year.”
“Nice to meet you.” He held out his arm, “can I help you? I can show you inside.”
“Oh that's not necessary. I mean you don't have to."
A large genuine smile spread across his face. "I'm going to the same place so it's not a problem."
Liz blushed and took the offered arm, "thanks. Sorry I'm not usually like this.. all flustered and sounding like a crazy person."
He chuckled as they moved easily towards the building, "don't worry, first year. You'll ease into it. Do you have any friends? That go here I mean.. not to say you don’t have any friends.”
She grinned at his blush, briefly wondering if he was acting just to make her feel at ease. “I know what you mean. No, I’m here by myself. I have some friends up in San Fran though.”
Sam opened the door, “well, let me be the first to say welcome to Stanford. Don't worry about the orientation they'll throw out all the rules and responsibilities of being a scholarship student but as long as you keep the grades that got you in and attend classes you'll be fine. If you need any help you can always call me as your first official Stanford friend."
Liz giggled then took her first calming breath since arriving at Stanford, “you really remind me of an old friend.”
“I hope to learn about him, please tell me it’s a guy.”
Liz’s bark of laughter echoed around the hall making Sam chuckle as well. Liz smiled up at him, “his name was Alex. I have a feeling that you and I are going to get along really well.”