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Chapter 11 (Old chapter 10)

For the second time that evening gazes rose to the top of the stairs, standing there bathed in flashing green light was Isabel’s dupe. “Well, there’s our fifth.” Ava mumbled not happy about Lonnie being here.

“Oh Ava, not happy to see me? I'm so hurt.” Lonnie stomped down the stairs smirking as she got closer to everyone. She’s been in Roswell for a few days, knew who everyone was and where they live, and she had a plan all thought to get Max to New York and make sure she got back home. Lonnie glared at Dakeri secure in Rath’s arms, it was only six months ago when it would have been her in his arms. “Hey Rath.” She grinned.

Rath shook his head, Lonnie never accepted that he’s with Dakeri, at times she acted like she was Dak’s friend but Dak only bought it once. After that one time Lonnie was never able to get close to his woman, she’s too smart to fall for Lon’s tricks a second time. “Lonnie.” Rath’s jaw tightened and grasped Dak closer as if to protect her from anything Lonnie did or said.

“Oh come on Rath, we may not be lovers any longer but we can still be friends right?” A malicious smirk slid onto her lips reminding her rival that she had Rath first. Their protector Kal never breathed a word about Dakerina to them, told them Ava belonged with Zan and she belonged with Rath. They, according to him, were the Royal Four, not the Royal Five.

“We were never friends Lonnie. Just because we slept together doesn’t mean shit.” Rath snarled Dakeri never brought up the women he’s been with in the past; even at seventeen he’s been with plenty. However Lonnie can’t let it go brought it up all the time and the only reason was to hurt Dak.

The smirk turned to a frown quickly, how can he brush off their two years together? Did she mean anything to him at all, or was it all a lie till something ‘better’ came along? Hiding her feelings she glareed at her ex. “That hurts Rath.”

“Tough, deal with it.”

Zan interrupted the hostile banter between the split couple, they don’t need to get into this, and they’ve wasted enough time before Lonnie showed up. “What brings you here Lonnie?” He loved Lonnie, they’re family, brother and sister but there had been something going on with her, whatever it was it’s a secret, and he didn’t like it.

When Rath, Ava, and Dak rented a place as opposed to living in the grimy sewers, Lonnie told them they could go and live in the fancy place but she’s staying right where she was hatched. Zan tried to convince her to come with them but she refused to budge. He’d gone and visited her everyday or tried to but some of the time she was no where to be found. When Lonnie was around she normally wasn’t alone, men, at times women shared her bed. Zan doubted she truly wanted Rath back she’s only upset he left her instead of the other way around.

Lonnie turned her attention toward Zan, besides Ava he was the only one to genuinely care about her so she lost the edge in her voice. “Probably the same thing that brings you here bro. Wanted to speak to the Roswell version of ourselves.”

“Could you maybe start telling us why you’re here first? That way we know what’s going on?” Max suggested in a snarky tone, this had simply not been his day. First the star dies, then Michael gave him more lip than usual, Liz and Michael had a “relationship”, and now doubles of themselves were standing in front of him.

“Wow you are like Zan, got a stick up your ass and everything.” With mild curiosity she looked Max up and down, never would Zan dress like this cornball. Made her happy they got left in New York, she didn’t even want to stay in Roswell any longer than necessary. Sweater vests and loafers could be contagious.

“Lonnie.” Zan warned.

“All right Zan, it’s your meeting.” She moved aside giving Zan the floor.

“What do you wanna hear ‘bout first there Maxie?” Zan cast a quick glance over to Rath and Dakeri, then roved his gaze over to their clones. If he were Max he knew what he’d want to know about. But maybe Max hadn’t gotten with Liz or had even thought about getting’ with her like he had with Dakeri.

As much as Max wanted to know about Michael and Liz’s relationship he knew he had to find out why the dupes are here in Roswell. “Why are you here in Roswell. Later we can discuss why Michael and Liz are suddenly together.”

Michael’s eyes darken. “There’s nothing to discuss Maxwell. There’s information to find out, but that’s it. Liz and I are together. End of story.” He gripped her waist needing her closer.

Max met Michael’s dark gaze with a glare of his own. How could Liz dump him like he meant nothing to her, didn’t they have a special connection? First Kyle now Michael, whose next, Alex? When she’s finished going through the guys will she move on to Isabel, Tess, or Maria? Shutting his mind against the images he conjured up he turned his eyes to Zan. “Let’s go in my boss’s office. We can talk there.”

“K.” Zan followed Max into his boss’s office.

Tess gazed longingly at Max and consequently Zan. Max was the man that she’s supposed to be with, but all he could focus on was Liz and whatever she’s doing at that moment. She couldn’t blame Liz for Max’s obsession; Liz even tried to help make sure he turned away from her and toward Tess, his destiny. Why couldn’t Max forget about Liz and see he already had someone who will do anything for him all he had to do was accept her.

Finally Zan and Max are behind the closed office of Brody’s. Rath and Dakeri go over to Michael and Liz smirking at them. “Now I know dat you two want to us to fill in the blanks.”

“Damn right we do.” Michael let them know.

“First, when did you two find out that you were meant ta be?” Dak questioned. They didn’t look like they’ve been together long. Even though they were close, they also kept a bit of distance between them.

“When we received flashes while kissing each other.” Liz admitted, not caring too much that the others around the room, even Alex could hear them pretty well.

Dakeri nodded, after she and Rath kissed their memories flooded forward too. Far more than when they dreamt about it. “So Liz, how did you find out that you were an alien like the Royal Four?” Dakeri asked. Her mother told her after her ninth birthday and turned the dining room table into sawdust with a flick of her hand.

“Not until the flashes. But I don’t understand how I’m an alien. I wasn’t adopted, I was born in a hospital and everything.” Liz shrugged. “I knew I was different but not alien.” Thinking back to the Dante incident.

“Your protector never told you who you are?” Dakeri asked in disbelief.

“What protector? Nasedo?”

“No, not Nasedo. You and me—we were born not hatched. Your protectors are your parents and should have explained all this to you. Should have filled you in on your purpose, your past life, hell everything.” She doesn’t understand why Liz’s protector’s never told her nothin’ about anythin’.

“So do you at least know about our past selves lives?” Rath wondered.

Michael nodded. “From flashes.”

“Do you know ‘bout what Zan did to Dakerina on Antar?”

“Yea, haven’t let Liz outta my sight when Max is around. Don’t trust him anymore.” Michael didn’t give a rat’s ass that Max hadn’t done anything in this lifetime. He wasn’t going to take a chance with Liz’s life and well being.

“Same with Rath when it comes to Zan.” Dakeri rubbed Rath’s abs through his shirt. “Even though Zan hasn’t done anything in this life to me Rath won’t let Zan near me.”

Rath raised a brow. “Can ya blame me? He beat you and came close to violating you on Antar when he found out dat you loved me. He’s not getting that opportunity again.”

“That won’t happen Rath.” Zan spoke from his place in the doorway. He and Max had left the bosses office just as Rath made his comment. Max having heard what he had done on Antar to Liz’s former self couldn’t believe it. He wouldn’t do that to Liz, he loved her, he’d never hurt her.

“Don’t give a shit Duke. Happened once didn’t it? What makes you so sure that whatever possessed you on Antar to beat Dakerina won’t happen now? Do you really think I’d be stupid enough to take a chance with my girl’s life?” Rath’s jaw clenched, his glare begging Zan to say or try somethin’.

Dakeri looked at her dupe’s face. Liz couldn’t hide what she’s thinking from her. They had the same face; it’d be damn difficult. “Bugs you don’t it? Can’t keep from feeling guilty.”

“Yea.” Liz responded.

“Don’t.” Rath and Michael reply simultaneously.

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A.N. The old chapter 11 was originally around 4 pages long but w/ the additions it became longer so I split the two chapters up.

Chapter 12 (1/2 of old Chapter 11)

Lonnie pushed off from the wall she’s leaning against. How cornball was this dump, aliens everywhere staring at her. She could hardly wait to get back to the big busy city of New York. Searching the room she caught her doubles eyes. So little miss sweetheart wasn’t too thrilled with the Michael and Liz situation. Interesting.

Isabel watched Lonnie amble over to her spot on the stairs. “So…Lonnie. Is that short for Vilandra?” If she’s here might as well get any information she could.

“That’s right. You know about Vilandra?” Lonnie arched an eyebrow. Impressed was the last thing she felt, as the more alien version of the two memories of their previous life had been popping up since she was nine. Curious as to how Isabel received her memories.

Briefly Iz scanned the room, couldn’t have anyone overhear a piece of her past she’d rather not explain. “I’ve heard some things.” Off to the left of them Michael and Liz were speaking with Rath and Dakeri—what kind of name was Dakeri? She knew she shouldn’t throw stones because Vilandra wasn’t exactly a ‘normal’ name either, by human standards anyway.

Isabel didn’t understand why it bothered her so much that Liz turned out to be one of them. Not only one of them but also Michael’s past life—something. Whether it be lover, girlfriend, wife or mistress she didn’t know. Was it because she thought of Michael as hers? No that didn’t feel right, even though the hologram did say they were betrothed.

If that was the case was Liz in her former life having an affair with Michael’s past, was that why she had taken issue with this news? That didn’t seem correct either. Then like a loud siren went off in her head she knew, she thought of Michael as her brother, known that all her life and Liz had broken her other brother’s heart, what was to stop her from doing the same to Michael?

Lonnie broke Isabel from her chaotic thoughts with a simple question. “What do you know?” Although she doubted Isabel knew anything more about their past life than she did, she wanted to make sure.

Unfortunately Isabel refused to bite and shot the question back at her double with an extra clip thrown in her voice. “What do you know?”

All right if that’s the way she wanted to play it. “She betrayed her family…brought down the whole house of cards. Got everyone killed. Sound familiar?” Lonnie finally took the seat next to Isabel. “It’s been hard keepin’ it to myself all these years. You have no idea.” Might as well play ‘the no one understands’ card.

“Yes I do.” She thought she saw a little bit of shock coming from her punk double. But whether it was genuine surprise or feigned she didn’t know.

“You haven’t told Max? But you two seem so close.”

“I…I wanted to, but…but I didn’t ever want to believe it myself and the thought of telling him…” Isabel trailed off. It never occurred to her that she only saw a portion of her memory as opposed to the whole thing.

“It’s ok. It’ll be our little secret.” Lonnie glanced up when a shadow darkened her view. Standing above her was the tall lanky kid her cornball double had been eyeing. Maybe if she had time she’d give him a test run, that would certainly piss Izzy off.

Alex could hardly believe there were two gorgeous alien princesses in front of him. Those two would permanently be in his fantasy material. “Ladies, uh…frosty beverage?” Alex held up two cans of soda.

Lonnie shook her head but smiled when she said, “No three way tonight opie…maybe later.” He left with his head bowed a little than say on one of the benches.

As Alex sat there playing with the tops of the cans he contemplated leaving. He was the only human around, with Maria gone, and Kyle not invited it was getting rather lonely on the human side of things. But a smile from Liz directed toward him changed his mind, Liz no matter what was still one of his best friends. He wouldn’t leave her.

He rose from his spot and walked over to her. “How you doin’?” Concerned she’s hiding unbelievable fear behind her mask of strength and happiness. He had no doubt that she was happy with Michael but there was a whole lot more going on behind the mask that she’d never show in front of this many people.

“Actually a lot better than I would have expected. Every once in awhile I have to take a moment and breathe but than I'm fine.” Finally remembering her manners she introduced Alex to her and Michael’s dupes. “Rath, Dakeri, this one of my best friends in the whole world Alex Whitman. Alex this is Rath and Dakeri.”

“So you’s close with Lizzie here huh?” Dak asked, she could tell they were tight by the way Liz clung to his arm. “Good ta meet ya.” She shook Alex’s hand. Rath nodded toward him acknowledging his presence but otherwise not saying anything.

“Good to meet you both too.” He greeted. “How did you and Rath get together? We’re you both hatched and grew up together or were you separated and than found each other?” He didn’t want to sound nosy but he was trying to get to them better. Alex had a feeling they’d be apart of Liz’s life, which meant they’d be apart of his.

“Well, I wasn’t hatched, neither was Lizzie here. We’re different than the Royal Four, we were born.” Dakeri told him relaying the information she only just told Liz to her dupe’s friend. After all she figured he was apart of the alien side of life seeing as to how he was here and all.

But before Liz could further question her double on other subjects Zan spoke up calling everyone to the middle of the room. “Hey, everybody lets gather around and we’ll tell ya what we need to do and why we’re here.”

“And the fun begins.” Dakeri murmured under her breath to Rath. “Zan takes charge.” Four of the five people in their corner moved toward the circle but Liz stayed behind.

“What’s wrong baby?” Michael went back to her and rubbed her back, he felt a scared emotion coming from her but he couldn’t pinpoint the reason for it.

Liz shrugged her shoulders, “It’s just weird being a part of the alien part of the group. I’ve always figured I was human girl. It’s just going to take some time getting used to.” She placed her hand in Michael’s and instantly the connection between them grew. Together they moved toward the circular group of people, even Alex was in the thick of it.

Tess had finally gotten over the shock of their doubles being there and spoke up. “So, what is the reason for all of you being here?” Now that they knew Liz was an alien as well she felt threatened, it was one more thing Max would find attractive about her. He should be running after her, not Liz, she was his Queen.

“Just relax Tessie.” Ava rose an eyebrow at her. “You’ll find out in due time.”

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Chapter 13 (other half of old Chapter 11)

Meanwhile Rath and Dakeri weren’t paying the least bit of attention to the people around them. Rath’s hands couldn’t keep still, they played with the frayed hem of her shirt then he would stroke the exposed flesh of her belly. It’s their own private world and no one was in it but them.

Until Zan broke them out of it by clearing his throat. Dakeri didn’t care what the King did, she was too involved with Rath, besides it wasn’t as if any of this stuff was news to her. To pass the time she leaned in close placing small open-mouthed kisses against his neck. Frustrated Rath turned toward Zan and glared. “What Zan?”

“Can you two…I don’t know, easy up on da PDA for a couple of hours?” It sickened him to see Dak lower herself to be Rath’s sex slave. Any time he wanted it she’d happily spread her legs and find a wall to defile. Of course he didn’t take into consideration that Dakeri went to his second in command just as often begging for a ride.

“That’s up to Dak, Zan. She has a mind of her own.” He cruelly smirked at his houseguest enjoying the pain he saw in Zan’s eyes.

Liz stared at the openly affectionate couple, [Are we going to be that bad?] She thought to Michael. How comfortable would she be making out at the drop of a hat in front of people?

[We can only hope] Michael smirked down at Liz. He took his hand, which was resting on her low back, and let it fall slowly to squeeze her tempting backside. Delighting in the flush of pink creeping onto her cheeks.

All of a sudden Dakeri stopped making a meal out of her lover’s neck, and turned to face Zan with a stare that could kill. “Do you always have to be such a pain in da ass Zanny Boy?” Irritation flared.

Zan opened his mouth to argue with Dakeri, but she cut him off. “And don’t even think of pulling dat fuckin’ shit bout ‘I'm da King’ or ‘I'm da Man’ God knows you ain’t my King and if you were I’d become traitor.” She spat out.

“Umm, What did he do?” Max couldn’t help but think he was lost in the grand scheme of things and was an observer waiting with bated breath for what would happen next. He stole a glance at Liz who had the same expression as his own but with a questioning quirk. Like she had an idea what happened but didn’t want to say anything in case she was wrong.

As his gaze transferred from Liz to Dakeri and back to Liz again he couldn’t help but inwardly smile. He had two Liz’s, there were two Liz’s and he had a shot with both of them. Immediately Michael and Rath’s heads turn away from their partners and face Max giving him the meanest, dirtiest glares he had thrown his way.

“Oh they hate that.” Zan whispered to his twin. He heard what Max said, he’s even had the same thought numerous times before but he had enough knowledge and control of his powers that those thoughts never reached the others in their dysfunctional family.

“They ain’t yours Maxie boy. You best keep dat in mind.” Rath threatened the less alien version of the King.

Isabel was looking at so many people, so quickly trying her best to keep up that she was beginning to get awfully dizzy. “Would someone tell the people in the dark what just happened? Michael? Max didn’t say anything, so why are you and Rath looking to kill him?” If there was one thing she hated most about this whole deal was being left without a clue as to anything that was going on.

It was Dakeri that spoke up. “Every single one of us has the ability to talk to each other in the mind. It’s how we communicated on Antar—sometimes. We still spoke out loud especially to peeps we didn’t have a connection with. But with family, close friends, that was the way.”

“Then how come we haven’t noticed it? If you have it shouldn’t the rest of us as well?” Tess piped up. She’d heard from Nasedo that the Antarians had the ability but said diddily-squat about them having it too.

Dakeri thought about it, how could she determine if they were alien enough to have it? “Umm, ok, have you ever instinctually known that one of the Royal Four were around? You couldn’t see them, couldn’t hear them but knew without a shadow of a doubt that they were close?” Every one of them nodded. “That’s your minds touching in some way, don’t know it’s there but subconsciously it keeps you connected.”

“So if that’s the case how come it isn’t stronger in us? Shouldn’t we have the same amount of power when it comes to that?” Tess continued her questioning. All this information fascinated her. Did Nasedo not know about this power? And if he did why did he keep it a secret till his dusty death?

Ava took over as speaker, “For a few reasons, at least the reasons we think.” She shrugged. “First is because we are the more alien versions. More alien-ness means more power for us. Apparently the scientists made two batches one, you four, were a little too human, she they made us. But since they were morons and had Max imprinted with the Royal Seal before finding out if they wanted him ta be king and they couldn’t remove it so they sent both sets to Earth. Which ever one survived got the prize.”

“Wait a minute, you said four. How do Liz and Dakeri fit into all this? Shouldn’t it mean that Liz is more human than Dakeri?” Alex wondered.

Zan stared at the intruding human. Why the Roswell aliens felt the need to let lowly humans in on their secret he’ll never know. “This is none of your business. Why don’t you run along and leave this conversation to the people it concerns.”

Before he knew what was happening his strong and powerful body was thrown into one of the display cases smashing it to pieces beneath him. Whoever did that made him feel like nothing more than an insignificant bug. He tried to crawl to his feet but was pushed down by an invisible force.

“Never speak that way to him again.” Liz’s voice boomed out. Her normal soft, shy tone was no where to heard. Standing there with an arm raised forward and eyes as black as night she overpowered Zan.

“To answer your question Alex, no Liz isn’t more human.” Dakeri smirked at the picture in front of her. Oh if she only had a camera to capture the moment so it could be shown over and over again. The mighty ‘I'm da Man’ Zan cowering all because of Liz. It’s great.

Michael stared at his girlfriend—calling her his girlfriend was still weird for him—why did her transforming into a powerful, dominating, pissed off alien warrior woman turn him on? He saw the blackness in her eyes flicker as if the power short circuited. Liz’s arm fell back to her side heavily, a moment later she stumbled back and went down.

He caught her in his arms cushioning her fall. “What the hell happened?” Worried thoughts zoomed through his mind. Did that brief surge of power hurt her?

Dakeri knelt down, “I don’t know, that shouldn’t have happened. That brief flare wouldn’t be enough to drain her. Not by a long shot.”

“Could someone be suppressing her powers? Would that effect her?” Alex held one of Liz’s hands. She still wasn’t waking up. He’d recommend a doctor but what if her blood were green like the other’s?

“It very well could.” Ava told him. If her powers were fighting to break free of their prison that would use up quite a bit of energy. “We gotta get her outta here. Where’s the closest and best place to take her?”

“Her house is right across the street.” Michael informed the newcomers. Without hesitation he picked her up keeping her cradled in his arms and hurried to her home. Max’s earlier thought and the explanations that followed were forgotten as the group went with Michael.

Lonnie however took a detour and went back to the car she stole. She had to check in with Nicholas. For some oddball reason he wanted her to check in every other day at the least and give him a status report, mostly he was interested in Dakeri, he probably wanted her dead as badly as she did.

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Chapter 14 (3/4 of Old Chpt 12A)

Ring.

Nicholas answered on the first ring. “What information do you have for me?” He’s so cold and distant, would it kill him to pretend warmth?” He’d get so much more accomplished.

“Yes. Not much but the others are in Roswell and Liz, the cornball version of Dakeri, has been unlocking whatever powers she has. Although can’t say that I'm all that impressed by what I’ve seen.” She brushed off what she saw moments before.

There was a small pause before he spoke again. “What powers were you unimpressed with?”

Damn, of course he’d want to know he wanted to know everything about Dakeri and now Liz. What was so special about those two holier-than-thou bitches? “She got upset that Zan was talkin’ ta her friend like a King.”

“Not surprising.”

Lonnie waited for him to elaborate on his statement but he didn’t. “What don’t you find surprising?”

“Anything else that I need to know?”

“It looks like Zan might have convinced Max ta bring the others ta New York. Whether they go with it or not is anybody’s guess. Than again none of them can think on their own they might follow him blindly.” She revealed.

She heard Nicholas take a deep breath. Always extremely cautious on what he was going to say. Lonnie had a good idea as to why he didn’t want to tell her anything. Getting information out of him was like pulling teeth.

“Good, continue keeping a close eye on Dakeri and Liz. Khivar has big plans for them.”

It’s about time someone had big plans for Dakeri and by default Liz. Lonnie was foaming at the mouth desperate to see the expression on Dak’s face when she told her that she, Lonnie, had been betraying them all along. She planned, no, she expected to be there when Dakeri was taken care of. Nothing else would satisfy her.

“As always.” They don’t say good-bye as they hang up. Didn’t bother before they certainly weren’t going to bother now.

Parker Household

Nancy heard the door open; she grabbed a towel from the counter drying her hands. “Lizzie, sweetheart? That you?” The soles of her shoes pad softly against the linoleum floor of the kitchen as she walked to the living room. What she saw in front of her she never wanted to see, Michael carrying her child in his arms.

“What did you do to her?” She shouted. That boy did harm to her little girl, he only caused trouble. Nancy tied to take Liz out of Michael’s embrace but Liz’s double stopped her.

“Now, now, she’s fine where she is.”

“Nancy? What is it?” Jeff heard her shout, he didn’t bother grabbing a towel to dry his wet hands. “What’s all the noise…” He saw what caused Nancy’s distress. “No! You shouldn’t be here.” He pointed angrily at the punk versions. “Francesca assured me you’d never show up here. Where is she?”

“You knew my mother?” Dakeri whispered.

“Of course I did there was only one ship sent to Earth. We all traveled together…she swore none of you would come here.”

Michael stared at Mr. Parker, not only was Liz an alien so were her parents. He had suspected Nancy, Dakeri told them Liz was born like her but he hadn’t considered the possibility of Jeff being one as well. The others poured in from behind Rath crowding the entryway so tightly that everybody brushed up against each other.

“Now what is going on!? Why is Liz passed out? I swear to God if you’ve hurt her Michael Guerin I will make sure you stay dead.” Jeff threatened. He wouldn’t allow Liz to be killed in this lifetime too.

“Why the hell would I hurt her?” Michael growled.

“You did on Antar and I'm going to make sure that never happens again.” Nancy spoke, rage filling the room with tension.

“What memories are you thinkin’ of?” Rath scoffed. “On Antar we didn’t hurt Dakerina, if anything we kept her from being hurt. Zan was the asshole who hurt her, blew us up while we were fuckin’. If he couldn’t have her no one would.

“Max stopped short, any forward movement he gathered disappeared in an instant. He killed Liz on Antar? Why would he do that, he loved her, he wouldn’t go so far as to do that. The desire to have her back with him was strong but he couldn’t see himself killing her over that.

“Yes, it was Zan that killed you both but he never would have had she not fallen in love with you. If she’s with Max that won’t happen this time around, we vowed after she was born that we’d keep her away from you.” Nancy told them.

“So you’d rather I be unhappy than with the man I love?” Her voice was stained and weak but Liz got her point across. Max made her sad, Max made her hurt, but Michael made her soul sing, made her smile. There was no contest.

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Chapter 15 (Added Chpt)

Michael glanced at the small woman in his arms. Thank God she’s awake; he’d been thanking the very God he didn’t believe in a lot these last couple days. “How you feeling.” He wasn’t sure if speaking to her in the mind would do more damage and he wasn’t going to risk it.

“Weird.” She closed her eyes tightly against the bright lights. “Light headed.”

Nancy saw her daughter in need and proceeded to shut off all the lights, when the last bulb died the room became enveloped in darkness. “You can open your eyes now sweetie.” Being a full alien and not a hybrid like the others Liz had far more light sensitivity.

Reluctant to listen to her mother but also not wanting to spend the rest of her life with eyes closed she braved the possibility of pain. Thankfully there was none. “Better.”

“All right, Michael lay her down on the couch. I have to undo the suppression.” Nancy explained.

“Nancy—“ Jeff started but he saw the determination on her face. Should he take the chance and argue with her? Yes, he should. “Dammit if you do this she will continue to remember her past and stay with Michael, you’ll be signing her death warrant.”

“Don’t you talk to me that way.” She fumed. “She is already with Michael and now that she’s found him I can guarantee she’ll stay with him.” That may be the last thing she wanted but Liz would never change her mind. “If we don’t undo the suppression of her powers now she could suffer permanent damage.”

“That’s not for certain…” He tried to say but his wife wouldn’t let him.

“Yes it is. The only reason for her to have passed out was if she used her powers. We both felt the magnitude of that small burst. Now her multitude of abilities are fighting to break through the wall I constructed per your request.” She couldn’t resist getting that small dig in. “When they do it’ll be too much for her brain to handle and it will turn to mush, turn her into a vegetable. Is that what you want?”

“Of course not. Our job is to protect her.” Disgusted by the thought of Liz turning out that way. A great mind lost because of their negligence. But was Michael the bigger threat? “What about Michael and Max? With her with him, Max could blow at any moment. Do you want to take that risk with her life?”

“It’s not a for sure outcome. If we leave her like this she will be lost, without a doubt. You know as well as I do that they are not same as their alien counterparts. Max and Isabel were raised in a different environment than Zan and Vilandra. Their father, our King, was ruthless and cruel it shouldn’t be a surprise that one of them turned out that way.”

Yes, she was believed Jeff was right on the matter of Max, it was more likely than not that he’d lose it, and yes she hated Rath and subsequently Michael with a passion. But she was not willing to bet her daughter’s life, her daughter’s mind on ‘more likely than not’. If she didn’t ‘fix’ Liz then she’d be gone forever and there was no denying it.

Max felt he should say something, anything to assure them of his intentions. “Mr. and Mrs. Parker. I would never knowingly hurt Liz. I love her, she’s the reason I wake up in the morning…”

Michael glared at Max; he hated that he said those things about his love for Liz. His brother was able to say the feelings of his heart easily while he had such trouble. Not for the first time he wished he were the suave, know what to say type. Liz deserved that but instead she got stuck with him, a man she was destined to be with she got a raw deal when it came to him.

[Don’t you dare think that I got stuck with you or I settled for you.] Liz heard his thoughts about himself and she’s going to put a stop to that right now. [Nothing could be further from the truth. Yes we’ve been together before but that is not why I'm with you.]

[You should save your strength; we can talk about this later.] Michael wished to avoid the subject all together.

[No, we talk about it now.] Firm in her demand. [I love you. Not because I was Dakerina and you were Rath, if anything that’d make me run away not hold onto you for dear life.] She despised to the idea of destiny and fate it was a major turn off.

[Then why…]

[You’re Michael.] Simple, direct, to the point, a statement he’d appreciate. [Despite all the criticism, all the short end of the stick’s, all the abuse…you’re a caring, loving, protective man.] The arguing from the living room continued but they weren’t paying attention. [Michael there is so many things that you do to make me feel special that it’s impossible to name them all. I'm not with you because you’re a Rath clone, my parents don’t like you, or to stick it to Max. You and you alone are the only reason.]

Slowly the rest of the world crept into theirs again. Liz knew that her speech helped him a little but there were still a lot of demons that needed dealing with before everything was ok. Jeff’s voice rang out causing Max to flinch back. “I don’t give a flying fuck that you say you love my daughter. The fact that your former self blew her up tends to speak louder than words.”

“But that wasn’t me. That was another time and place. A different me.” Max argued right back; no one had taken notice of Michael and Liz’s silence except Alex whose only concern was for his friend.

“And what part of that is supposed to matter to me? My sworn duty, the duty that is an honor and a privilege is to protect and serve her…” he pointed to Liz who held Michael’s close. “For all I know you’re lying to get me to trust you, not going to happen I don’t care if you were the King if only for a brief time.”

Michael finally noticed what Liz thought to him moments ago. [You love me?]

[Was wondering when you’d pick up on that.] She sent waves of amusement to him. [Yes, I love you. Maria earlier tonight told me that if I didn’t love you I wouldn’t have risked our friendship and that if I didn’t love you there’d be no way she would have backed down.] She informed him.

Although he knew what he felt he wasn’t sure he was ready to say it. A stroke of her hand down his cheek and a subtle shake of her head gave him an out if only for a little while. She didn’t want him to say it if he wasn’t ready, it hurt, there was no disputing that but it would hurt more if he figured out he didn’t love her after he told her he did.

Nancy tired of the back and forth bickering put her fingers to her lips and whistled, loudly. “That is enough. We’re going to undo the suppression. Later you can duke it out all you want.” She sat down next to Liz and helped her lift her head into her lap. “Because of the years your powers have been blocked you’ll be knocked out after I leave your mind.”

“Let’s just get this over with. Last thing I need is my brain to be mush.”

Mom smirked. “Close your eyes and breathe in deeply and let it out slowly. Continue to do that for as long as you can.” Carefully she placed to fingers on each temple and concentrated.

TBC

Hi everyone. This has been one interesting weekend. First on Friday my Grandpa had emergency surgery to remove his appendix which burst a couple days previously. And now I've done something to my foot so I can't walk on it without pain. All in all it's been a weird weekend.

Anyway here's the next chapter. Sorry it's about a month late.

Wanted to point out that at least the majority of the Roswell parts left before they go to NY will be heavily rewritten or simply an added chapter with a couple elements here and there from the original. Hope you enjoy this chapter.

Chapter 16

The group watched in stunned silence as Nancy’s hands glowed a light purple. Michael sat on the coffee table gripping Liz’s hand; he didn’t want her to feel alone. The longer Nancy stayed in contact with Liz the weaker her grip.

Jeff paced, his arms crossed in annoyance and worry. He’s not a bad guy, really he’s not. He understood that the two teenagers cared deeply for one another, maybe even loved each other but it wasn’t worth Liz’s life.

On Antar he hadn’t been her father, Nancy hadn’t been her mother, but he saw the pain her death caused her family and friends. He spared a glance to the short blonde; Tess was her name now. Holding herself rubbing her arms up and down, needing comfort that no one in the room was willing or aware enough to give. Poor child, she had no idea. Raised by a protector turned traitor, nothing but lies spewed out of his mouth.

Finally Nancy breathed out and eased her hands from the side of Liz’s head. “She’ll be out for a few hours. No more than four.” Sweat trickled down her forehead as she leaned back against the couch exhausted. “Jeff I need help to bed.” She didn’t bother to open her eyes, she trusted him to take care of her.

Without hesitation he lifted her up and carried her to their bedroom. Undoing years worth of walls and suppressions took a lot out of both mother and daughter. Jeff laid Nancy on the bed covering her with the quilt, he kissed her on the forehead before leaving her side.

As he re-entered the living room he saw Michael caress Liz’s cheek with two fingers. Even in a comatose state she leaned into his touch, he swore he saw a shadow of a smile form on her lips. “Michael why don’t you—“ He couldn’t believe he’s about to do this, “—take Liz into her room. The rest of you should probably head home.”

“Mr. Parker I can heal Liz, she won’t be out for hours.” Max offered. He didn’t want to sound desperate but he craved a connection to Liz. Even if it’d only be for a few seconds.

Before Michael could object, Jeff scowled at the boy King. “No.” A sharp edge entered his tone. “She needs Michael right now.” Liz needed to feel he was close, a comatose sleep wouldn’t stop her from reaching for him. “Besides you healing her wouldn’t do much good. Her mind has to heal on its own. If the process is rushed it’d cause more harm than good.”

Rath stared at Papa Parker. “And what about tellin’ her the truth bout her life on Antar? When she wakes you goin’ ta fill her in?”

“Hopefully she’ll get most of her memories now that nothing’s being blocked anymore.”

“What if she don’t? Memories are a tricky thing.” Rath shot back. He didn’t like J. Parker and he had no qualms about letting him know. “You ain’t exactly been up front when it comes ta Mikey Boy’s mate.”

Ava stepped between Jeff and Rath. “Back off Rath. Now ain’t the time. Let’s wait till she wakes then we’ll get explanations and answers.”

“Fine.” He glared at the father for a minute longer before turning back to his Goddess.

[Goddess huh?] Dakeri took a step closer so their sides pressed together. [I like that. What do you say we go play Goddess and her willing sex slave?] Pure sex dripped from her body.

[Hmm, could definitely go for some of that.] Rath smacked her ass. An excited giggle escaped her dark purple lips.

Dakeri turned to Jeff. “When she wakes up call us. Immediately. We don’t have a whole hell of a lot of time to stay here.” Rath and Dakeri moved as one to face the group of teens. “Av, Zan do you two need a lift back to the hotel?”

“Nah, I’ll stay here. Keep an eye on things.” Ava stated not bothering to ask permission. She saw Jeff stare at Tess with sadness—it made her wonder how much he knew.

As the more alien of the two sets they knew more about Antar and about their lives there. Memories and flashbacks came more easily, were received clearer, but they didn’t know everything that happened on their original planet.

“A ride be nice sweets.” Zan purred out.

Dakeri stiffened in Rath’s arms finding Zan’s tone uncomfortable. “You’re really pushin’ it Duke.” Rath growled his displeasure.

“Aww, come on Rath—maybe Dak likes it. Scared she’d leave you for a real man?” Zan pushed. While a part of him was nervous around Rath he loved to push his second’s buttons…especially when it came to her.

Rath moved forward but Dakeri stopped him. [He’s not worth it.] “Zan ever if you were the last alien on the planet—hell I’ll even go as far as last humanoid in the universe—I still wouldn’t let you come near me.”

“But you have needs Dak—“ He didn’t lose a single bit of his cockiness.

“Then I guess I’d get into bestiality.” [Rath I don’t want Zan riding with us. He’s in a mood.] She didn’t trust him, she wouldn’t hold it passed him to try something—whether it be murder or sexual innuendo’s either way she didn’t want to deal with it.

[Not a problem Kitten.] “Zan, find your own way back.” He and Dakeri left the Parker residence without turning back.

“Couldn’t keep ya mouth shut could you?” Ava glared at him before taking a seat on the couch where Liz once lay. Michael had taken her from the room when Zan and Rath faced off for the millionth time.

“Mr. Parker—can you call us once Liz wakes up?” Tess questioned. When Liz passed out down at the UFO Center she couldn’t deny that her heart started racing. Not in joy but in complete fear.

“Sure.” With that reassurance the rest of the group, Ava excluded, left the upstairs. Once the door closed Ava turned around to face Liz’s father.

“Why don’t you start tellin’ me what ya know.”

Downstairs

Zan stomped down the stairs and didn’t say a word to the Roswell bunch as he left in search of a way to get to the hotel.

Isabel was the last to reach the back room of the Crashdown. “This is unreal. How could we not know this about this?” She pointed to the closed front door of the Parker’s apartment.

Alex came up and rubbed her back. “There are a lot of questions that none of us can answer right now. Why don’t we all go home for a while, calm down, process everything, and when Jeff calls we meet here?” He hated leaving his best friend, it went against everything he believed in but no one could fault him needing some time to himself.

“That’s a good idea.” Tess agreed.

They left out the back door, Isabel, Tess, and Max left in his Jeep while Alex walked the short distance home. It was then that Isabel remembered they never found out what Max and Zan spoke about in Brody’s office, so she asked him.

“He wants us—you, me, Tess, Michael, and Liz to go to New York. A meeting has been called and we’re needed.”

TBC

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A.N. Italics are going to be for the flashback, and * plain text will be Michael’s thoughts during the flashback.

Chapter 17

Bedroom

The sun sunk on the Roswell horizon, its glow slowly disappearing into nothing, all to let the moon and stars have their turn. While standing at her open window the warmth from the glowing orb of light vanished. Now there was only the cool breeze.

Quietly he shut the window and closed the curtains before turning back to the still beauty on the bed. Pale, fragile, innocent-all traits that were used to describe her at one point or another. All traits she fought vehemently against.

They had only found out about each other…damn three days ago. It felt like an eternity-yet at the same time not nearly long enough. From the time the flashes began to Nancy’s undoing of the suppression it had been non-stop drama.

Michael stood by Liz’s bed staring down at her. Did he love her? She told him those three words that either took a relationship to the next level or dissolved it completely.

When she said those words his heart both soared and plummeted. On the one hand to know how she felt and how deep she felt that emotion gave him a confidence he didn’t realize he had been missing. However on the flip side they’d only been “together” for three days. Could Liz really know how she felt in that short a period? And if she did that didn’t mean he did. Was something wrong with him to not feel that way yet?

Liz said she hadn’t gotten with him because they were together on Antar, a small piece of him wanted to believe her but he had years of living with Hank repeatedly telling him he wasn’t good enough berating him. Not to mention the few months of his on and off relationship with Maria where he hadn’t been a great boyfriend. And she wasn’t the only woman who came to the same conclusion.

At fifteen he got up the nerve to ask out a junior at another high school, he didn’t have a lot of money to take her somewhere but he had enough to take her to the Crashdown. Afterwards he had his first sexual experience, it had been great, neither of them went home miserable.

Then he called her two days later wanting to get together again, but the girl told him no. Curious he asked her why, she said that she had some homework assignments to catch up on. At fifteen he wasn’t stupid, living with Hank he couldn’t afford to be stupid and he didn’t buy that excuse. When he pressed she admitted to him that she only went out with him because she wanted to have sex with him and that he would never be boyfriend material.

While those experiences gave him a cynical view of the world he didn’t think Liz would say he wasn’t boyfriend material. But what if when things settled down she’d realize he had no idea what he was doing and would dump him to save herself the embarrassment of dating him?

He picked up her desk chair and carried it over to the side of her bed. Carefully he picked up her tiny hand that his engulfed and threaded their fingers together. This felt right. No questions plagued him; no uncertainties ate away at his mind when he touched her.

All that noise fell away till it became an annoying whisper that he could easily drown out. Was that what Liz meant when she said she wasn’t with him because of their pasts. Had she felt this utter certainty that they matched-they were two halves of the same whole?

Living Room

“What are you talking about Ava?” Jeff asked. On Antar she questioned everything, always had a curious mind. Some things never changed.

“When the Missus was in Lizzie’s mind you stared at my double like ya knew a little summin’. Want ta tell me what that is? Considering I am another version of her.”

“Nothing you probably don’t already know.” He avoided the inquiry.

“But see that’s not an answer I like. Wouldn’t wantcha ta give Tessy the wrong 411 now. Why don’t ya fill me in.” Not backing down in the slightest she crossed her legs and stared up at him waiting.

Bedroom

Michael glanced at the wall clock above Liz’s desk. She’d been out for only twenty minutes. He closed his eyes inhaling and exhaling slowly and with control. A brief flash pushed its way to the forefront of his mind. Too quick to make anything out.

He steadied his breathing. Even breath in, exhale out. Even breath in, exhale out. Great he sounded like an exercise coach. Shaking off the stray though he went back to concentrating on his breathing. As before the floodgates opened and he got a full replay of the memory.

A deep manly laugh traveled over the hills, a delighted giggled followed it.

*At first he floated above the hill catching tiny glimpses of a dark head of hair. A pull tugged in his belly and he suddenly was running.*

“Minx, come back here.” He bellowed. Lunging after a beautiful sprite with fiery red hair and a button nose.

*Beside the fiery red hair the woman was a carbon copy of Liz. Same dark brown eyes, same carefree smile, the only differences were the scar on her left arm. That wasn’t on her present day body. Neither was the tattoo she had on her left shoulder blade. Two wavy lines, that looked like earth’s symbol for water, and an upside down triangle going through those two wavy lines.*

“That’s no way to speak to your fiancée.” She scolded but it didn’t hold as much weight as she would have liked. Instead of stopping he grabbed her from behind and lifted her up easily in his embrace.

“Rath’ard Mesca Gu’nydim put me down.” She wiggled in his arms but didn’t seem to want to be let down.

“No. Not until you say it. All you have to do is say it and I’ll let you down.” His muscled arms kept her still. An armband made of leather wrapped around his right bicep and a tattoo of the Royal Four emblem on the inside of his wrist.

She shook her head back and forth quickly, her hair flying too and fro. “Not until you change my hair color back to what it was before.” She bargained.

“If I change it back you won’t say it.” He argued.

“Yes I will. I swear on my honor as a Tyvana.” She held up her hand in a salute before setting the warm appendage back on his arm.

He thought it over for a few seconds, unsure if he should trust her or not. “Fine but after I change it back you better say it girly.” He ran his hand over her head and once again her locks were a dark golden brown.

She leaned her head back and rested it against his broad shoulder. “Okay. A deal’s a deal.” Sighing she rose her gaze to his and angled her neck so her lips hovered above his beard stubble.

“That’s correct.” Rath nodded. She touched a palm to his cheek conveying all she felt in that simple caress.

“Rath’ard Mesca, General of the Kleni’jk’a Royal Army of Antar, is the man of my dreams and no other man shall dare have my heart.” She gave him the impression that she finished. Rath rewarded her by kissing her softly as he slowly lowered her back down to the ground to stand on her own two feet.

Once she pulled back she smirked up at him. “Unless of course it’s Mishinax Delamatri.” As soon as she said the famous actor of the stage’s name she was off again running and giggling with mirth.

“Dak.” He shouted to the sky throwing his arms up in frustration.

Dakerina turned around. “Aww. I'm just kidding Rath.” She pouted a little sorry that she might have hurt his feelings. When she was in grabbing distance he reached out, but instead of bringing her close he tickled her stomach.

“Ah, you’re mean. Making me think I hurt your manly feelings.” He drew her close and laid his forehead against hers. As they held each other kissing and touching sounds of his approaching men reached their ears. But just for those few moments they could ignore the interruption. He’d be leaving in a couple hours for another colony to speak to their King. He may be gone for a few days or a few months…

Michael found himself floating above the two embracing bodies before he’s thrust back into his current body. His eyes blink open wondering what brought him out of his flashback. Liz still lay on the bed silent and unmoving when a knocking sound reached his ears.

He stood and went to the window parting the closed curtains. “Maria?”

TBC

Chapter 18

“Michael…what…” She glanced passed him and looked on the bed. “Oh my God. Liz.” She pushed the shocked boy aside and raced to her friend’s bedside. “Liz?”

When Liz didn’t move Maria shook her lightly. She only shook her for a second when Michael gently lifted her fingers from Liz’s shoulders. “Come on lets go out in the hall and we’ll talk.” Michael guided the worried blonde out into the hallway shutting the bedroom door behind him.

“Michael what the hell happened? She was fine when I left the UFO Center.” Maria whispered hurriedly.

“Long story.” He muttered. “Basically it’s like this, after you left a group of people came by—“.

“People like Non-Czechoslovakians? Did hey see one you use your powers…were they alien hunters? Did they hurt Liz?”

“Will you shut up and listen.” Michael demanded.

“Don’t talk to me that way. God it’s no wonder we never worked out. Insensitive and demanding is all you know how to be.” She crossed her arms and stared up at the ceiling in disbelief. “Don’t be surprised that the minute Liz gets a dose of you like this she’ll run screaming in the opposite direction to try and get away from you.”

“The reason we never worked out was because you can’t shut your mouth long enough for me to get a sentence in edge wise. Not to mention it didn’t help that you wanted me to be Max. I’ve been compared to Max all my life I certainly didn’t need it from my girlfriend.” Sighing he crossed his arms in a similar stance. “Now do you want to know what happened or do you want to speculate some more?”

“Of course I want to know.” It took a large dose of strength to keep quiet. She wanted to tell him she never wanted him to be Max. There were certain things that he did for Liz however that Michael could have done too. Opening the door for her, paying for a meal, saying he’s sorry and meaning it. That wasn’t too much to ask.

“As I was saying, these people showed up, a group of four at first…and they look like me, Max, Tess, and Liz.”

For the first time in a long time Maria couldn’t find the words to express her complete shock. Four other people who looked like her friends. It was unbelievable.

“Turns out three of them, Max, Tess, and my dupe were from a second set of pods that were sent.” He opened his mouth to continue but Maria interrupted him.

“Wait I remember you telling me that there were four pods in each set, where’s Isabel double and why wasn’t Liz and her double put in the same pod group as you?” At Michael’s shocked expression she got a tiny jolt of joy. She liked proving people wrong when they thought she was an airhead.

Michael knew that Maria had brains, he’d seen it displayed on many occasions but she tended to make people think she was dumb. Even now though it still surprised Michael when she put pieces together so fast.

“Liz’s dupe, Dakeri, told us that she was born as Liz was. There were placed inside a female protector and sent to Earth while the other Royal Four sets were sent in their pods. Now Isabel’s double, Lonnie, showed up a few minutes later and clearly she doesn’t like Dakeri and has issues with Rath, my dupe, and Ava, Tess’s dupe.” Michael shared.

Maria stopped when Michael mentioned Rath and Dakeri in the same sentence. She knew asking would only serve to hurt her but she couldn’t stop from asking the question she so desperately wanted the answer too. “Were—Are Rath and Dakeri together too?”

Michael saw the embarrassment in her eyes but a little bit of determination as well. She refused to run from news that could and probably would hurt. “Yea, they, from what I gathered, have been together for a year or so.” He scratched his eyebrow in nervousness.

“So Liz was right when she said she was on Antar with you?” At Michael’s stare she continued. “She told me at the UFO Center when we went to the backroom.” She explained. Swallowing she asked a question she wished she hadn’t. “How together were you two on Antar?”

Michael lifted his gaze and looked Maria straight on. Maria always thought he wasn’t aware of her feelings and moods, she couldn’t have been more wrong. He spent one lifetime inspecting people’s subtle movements, giving him a warning of what they would do run, fight, or surrender. Than in this lifetime he learned how to watch faces, see if they were “friendly” or “non-friendly”. That didn’t even count the incidents with Hank.

As much as it hurt her to ask the question and knowing how bad it’d hurt to hear, she needed the answer to completely begin to move away from him romantically. Maybe even the entire Alien Abyss. “Rath and Dakerina, mine and Liz’s former selves, they loved each other. When they were killed she was pregnant and married to Rath.”

“God.” Maria whispered. It was so awful what happened back then. “And what about now?” Her voice was low enough Michael almost didn’t hear her.

“Now…now I don’t know.” There was more he wanted to say but he needed to talk to Liz first. There were a thousand thoughts zooming through his head, he needed to talk to Liz before he said anymore.

Coughing uncomfortably Maria jumped off that subject and found another one. “Ok, so how did Liz get like that?” She pointed to the bedroom door.

“Zan, Max’s double, talked back to Alex, Liz wasn’t too happy about that and her alien side came out full force. Unfortunately her powers had been suppressed and she fainted. Nancy got rid of the suppression and Liz passed out again. She hasn’t woken up since.” He told her.

“How could Nancy undo that unless…” Maria stopped mid-sentence.

“Because she and Jeff are aliens too.” He explained. “They haven’t told us much and probably won’t until she wakes up. They weren’t her parents on Antar but they’re her protectors now.”

“How long will Liz be like that?”

“Nancy said a few hours.” He sighed. It’d be the longest few hours of his life. “When she wakes up she might even remember Antar.” Michael shrugged.

Maria nodded slowly, one more thing that would bring her former boyfriend and Liz closer together. “Well, I’m not leaving till she wakes up.”

“Didn’t expect you too. Some of the others may still be in the living room.” He turned back to Liz’s bedroom door. “I’m going to go back and sit with her.” He told her. Quietly he opened the door and crept inside shutting the door behind him.

Maria was left standing out in the hallway alone. She hated being alone…even as a kid she begged her Mom to have another baby so she could have someone to play with. It never came to be. When she met Alex and Liz and they became her friends the desire to have a sibling lessened but never went away.

She walked into the living room hoping that at least Alex was there. When she entered though the only two people in the living room were Jeff and a girl that looked like Tess but clearly wasn’t her. Tess would never be caught looking like that.

Ava heard footsteps and rose her gaze to the hallway. No it couldn’t be, but the aura was the same—“Dymara?”

TBC

A.N. This Maria story line was never in the original version, it was loosely planned for later on in the first version but I never got around to implementing it. Since in the original Maria was a snotty character I really didn’t want to delve too much into her life however since changing Maria’s character in this one I wanted to add that small story line that I’d been thinking about with the first version.

Chapter 19

“Excuse me?” Maria narrowed her eyes. That name rang an alarm in her memory but where she heard it she couldn’t quite figure it out.

Ava didn’t answer; instead she sorted through her own memories. Dakeri had been working with her and Rath on remembering their lives on Antar, there were various things she recalled, some important, while others not so much but all were her memories. Ava leapt up from the couch and began to pace.

“No it can’t be, it can’t. She wasn’t killed—or was she?” Ava talked to herself not paying the least bit of attention to the two others in the room. “On Antar I had been one of the last to be killed—“

“Hello?” Maria waved a hand in front of Ava’s face. “Want to tell me why you called me Dymara?” Not to mention why it sounded so familiar.

“Do ya know about…” She pointed up to the ceiling.

“Yes, I know about aliens and not just because I work at an alien themed restaurant. Can we please move along?” Maria impatiently waited.

This time Jeff spoke up. “Wait a minute Ava—are you saying that Maria is Dymara?” He looked closely at her but he couldn’t see or feel what Ava apparently was. “She didn’t die with you five how is that possible?” As important as Dymara had been, when she died and if she were cloned she wouldn’t have been sent to Earth. She would have stayed on Antar to do her duty.

“So she did die?” Ava confirmed.

“We would assume so. When you all were murdered she was close to forty and it’s unlikely Khivar would keep her alive considering how loyal she was to all of you.” He had no solid proof that she had perished but it was certainly plausible.

“Again I ask, what you talking about?” Maria placed her hands on her hips. Would she have to beg to get them to answer a simple question? Were the human’s questions just not important enough to them? Maria sarcastically thought.

Sighing Ava finally turned back to the confused teenager. “Dymara was my cousin on Antar. We weren’t particularly close because of the age difference but we were family. She was also next in line for Slyper.”

“Slyper?” That was all she could get out of her mouth. For the first time in a long while she was speechless.

“Antar’s version of a sorceress.” Jeff explained.

“No.” Maria shook her head. “Okay nice game to play on the human. Very funny, ha-ha.” She dug around in her purse looking around for her cypress oil. “For a minute there you two really had me going. Like I could be an alien.” Finally she felt the familiar vile. “Hate to break it to you though, I wasn’t hatched.”

“Neither were Dakeri or Liz. Doesn’t stop them from being aliens.” Ava pointed out.

“No, it’s impossible. Liz mentioned having memories or flashes of her life on Antar—I haven’t.” She pulled the cap off the top and breathed in deeply. “Besides I’m a normal, wacky, human, side-kick Maria, not some Antarian sorceress.” Maria shook her head in denial.

“Look I don’t know how to explain it but your aura is the same as Dymara’s. You are her—or at least the reborn version of her.” Ava rose her voice getting angry. Couldn’t she accept that she was different like the rest of them?

“Don’t yell at me. It’s one thing to be friends, lovers, and waitresses to aliens, it’s another thing to be one. That takes a whole other kind of person that I’m not.” The cypress oil wasn’t helping as much as she hoped.

Rolling her eyes Ava clamped her hands on Maria’s forearms, “Start becoming that kind of person. You are Dymara deal with it.”

Maria closed her eyes. “No,” She repeated. “I need Liz.” She whispered. Her life was crumbling beneath her feet and she felt like she was going to crack. No matter what had happened between them Liz kept her grounded and didn’t let her fly off the deep end.

Gently Ava guided the scared girl to the couch and sat her down. “You need to breathe.”

“I am breathing. Can’t you see my chest moving up and down that’s called breathing here on Earth.” Maria snapped at her.

“The way you’re doing it will make you pass out. Slow inhale and slow exhale.” Ava stood. “I’m going to go check on Rath and Dak’s dupes.” She left the living room and walked down the hall.

Liz’s Room

Michael had resumed his spot next to Liz’s bed when there was a knock. He didn’t bother to say ‘come in’ and whoever was on the other side didn’t wait either. As the door opened Ava stepped in the room. “How’s she doing?”

“Same.” She had barely moved an inch since she lost consciousness.

“And you?” Although she didn’t know Michael from a hole in the wall she knew and cared for Rath. It was hard to not give a damn about his twin.

Michael didn’t answer her, which she guessed answered her questioned somewhat. He kept a firm grip on Liz’s hand and smoothed his thumb over her knuckles.

“When she wakes up, it’s likely that she’ll have most if not all her memories of Antar. Ask her if she remembers Dymara.”

At that Michael looked at the punked out version of Tess. “Who? Why?”

“Just ask her and if she doesn’t—don’t worry about it.” She backed out of the room and shut the door behind her.

TBC

Next Chapter: Will Liz wake up? And if she does will she be Liz or her former self?

Reposting due to board problem

A.N. Ok, let’s get back to some more Liz and Michael shall we.

Chapter 20

Three Hours Later

Fog clouded around her mind, she was so sleepy. The air around her felt thick and hard to move in. She had to wake up, aware only vaguely of a warm hard mass pressing against her back. As if it took hours instead of seconds she lethargically opened her eyes.

Breathing in deeply she began to take in her surroundings. Light from her various Christmas lights on the balcony filtered in through the window. A desk lamp on her shelf was on but the rest of the room was dark, in shadow. There was a chair pulled close to the bed but there was nobody sitting in it.

Gripping her hand firmly was a large, capable one. An arm kept her close to the big mass behind her. Cautiously she twisted her neck to look at who held her so tenderly. Once she got a good look she relaxed completely. Michael, Rath’ard, had her locked securely to him, an embrace she more than welcomed.

Glancing around Dakerina realized that she wasn’t in her and Rath’s room at the palace. Fuzzy and unsure she shook her head, memories of Liz Parker seeped into her consciousness. Closing her eyes she breathed in slowly. So many memories, both of her life on Earth and also on Antar. They got jumbled in her newly awaken mind but as she stayed awake longer the fog cleared.

Liz needed to talk to Michael, carefully she moved onto her back. Her past-life husband gave the impression of an innocent child as he slept but she knew he was far from innocent. “Michael?”

At Liz’s soft inquiry Michael awoke. “Liz…are you ok?” He couldn’t hold back his worry, in all honesty, he didn’t want to.

“A little fuzzy but things are getting clearer.” She smirked up at him. “Not that I mind, but what are we doing in bed?”

“Don’t you remember?” He asked concerned.

“That’s one of things that are fuzzy.” She admitted.

Michael nodded. “What’s the last thing you remember?”

Liz smirked and swept her eyes over his body, “Being in bed…and we weren’t sleeping.” Taking advantage of his surprise she brought his lips down to hers and kissed him.

The passion that always flared between them boiled to life as their lips met. Memories of afternoons lying by the lake, mornings of sweet kisses, and nights of unbridled passion raced through her mind. The familiar sensations soon gave way to new feelings as Liz began to push Dakerina’s personality and memories back where they belonged.

Liz allowed the new emotions to seep into her body. A blanket of safety and warmth wrapped around her as Michael held her tightly; she could feel his heart pound in his chest. His hand clasped the hem of her shirt in its grip. Liz giggled when his hand touched her bare stomach. Michael pulled away to see the mirth dancing in her eyes.

“Some things never change. You’re still ticklish.” Michael commented.

Liz smirked, “I guess so.” She played with the shiny buttons on his shirt.

Michael stayed off to the side of Liz but remained looking down on her. “I’ll assume that you remembered your life on Antar?” When he kissed her he received flashes of her memories and most weren’t of her life as Liz.

“Yea, I remember everything.” She didn’t meet Michael’s gaze, instead she intently stared at his shirt. “It’s weird, on the one hand I know that I’m Liz Parker, I have all my memories from this time. Only now I see Dakerina’s memories too and their just as clear as mine.”

“What do you remember about the morning on the hills? I was changing your hair color…”

“And I was teasing you about some theatre star?” Liz finished for him.

Michael nodded. “When you were laying here I had a memory of that moment. Why did I remember that moment in time?”

Finally after not making eye contact with him for close to two minutes she met his stare. “That morning was right before you left to lead your men against the latest enemy of the Royal Court.” She bit her lip. “Honestly I think Zan tried to cause trouble for you and us, I wouldn’t be surprised if he turned down Nickolas’s offer just to piss him off. Zan knew you’d have to fight him and he was counting on that.”

“That’s what I don’t understand, why would I protect a man who tried to hurt you? Who hated me for being with you?” Michael asked.

Liz licked her lips. “Dakerina never knew Zan as a child but from stories Rath told her Zan had been his best friend and growing up Rath knew that he had to protect the future King, Zan, when he himself came of age. It’s hard to break a habit that had been drilled into you since birth. Not to mention break off a friendship you’d had since childhood.”

Michael thought it over for a bit rolling it around in his mind. “I think you might be right…to a certain extent.”

A little offended Liz raised her eyebrows and gave him a look of skeptism. “Why only to a certain extent?”

Inside Michael was nervous about telling her, Liz didn’t like to be told she wasn’t completely correct on an idea she had. On the outside though he put up a strong front not letting her know about the nerves and doubts mulling around inside. He had no problem telling people they were wrong.

What he hated was people’s reaction when he told them why he thought they were wrong. Normally it ended with someone calling him an idiot or hitting him and then believing or doing what they wanted anyway.

“I think Rath was also trying to get information. Information that would get Zan off the throne.” He avoided Liz’s gaze like she did with him earlier. Would she do as everyone else did and call him stupid or would she…

Liz nodded, “That makes sense, but why wouldn’t he tell me—Dakerina what he was doing?”

“’Cuz he didn’t want Dak to be held for treason. If he gots caught it’d be all on him and she’d be safe.” Rath spoke from the open doorway.

TBC