Roswell Fanatics

ja.forster: Thank you very much for the feedback and support Jenna! I'm glad you enjoyed the chapter
Ashita: You rock! For feedbacking and betaing and being patient with my darn malfunction laptop I'm glad you've enjoyed/found realistic, the path of the characters in this story and the emotional turmoil they go through for different reasons. I love Kyle too, writing this made me want to do a small Loyalist piece. Michael's still my favorite, but Kyle and Alex are pretty freaking adorable
Traitor: Thanks for the feedback! I'm glad the intensity of her dreams came through, that was my goal. And sorry for the repeated delay in updating! I think I'm also behind on reviewing your stories....I will soon, I promise!
cjsl8ne: Thank you! And the wedding was long and exhausting but I did enjoy it yes, and no, I dodged the bouqet I definitely wanted to show the relationship with their dad, with all the parents eventually in the sequel, because at that age parental influence is important one way or another. And I will do my best to get my darn computer working again! Thanks for the feedback.


A/N: Sorry for the delay everyone! I was planning on posting on Saturday as scheduled, but then my laptop decided not to turn on again So until I've got that situation resolved, I'm limited to posting at work m-f, when I have time.








May 1st, 1999

“I love Wednesday Addams.” Tess declared with a grin as Liz hit rewind on the VCR. “She is just so delightfully evil.”

“I’m more a fan of Morticia, that is one sexy lady.” Alex disagreed, a dreamy smile on his face, and the girls laughed.

Maria rolled onto her side on the pile of sleeping bags and raised an eyebrow at him. “A sexy lady that would eat you for lunch.” She commented dryly, and then nodded at Tess. “I’m with Tess, Wednesday’s a pretty awesome girl. I think I’ll need to take some tips from her on dealing with brothers if the Sheriff and my mom ever decide to make it official.”

Alex shook his head and stated, “Kyle’s not so bad.” before popping a couple cheese puffs in his mouth and crunching happily.

Maria scoffed, “Not so bad? He’s on the football team, the basketball team, the baseball team, and the wrestling team. That’s the definition of so bad.”

Tess laughed, then looked surprised at herself and snagged the bag of cheese puffs from Alex to cover the moment as Liz sat back down and started sorting through the pile of movies they had left to watch.

“You agree with me don’t you Liz? About Kyle?” Maria pleaded, turning large green eyes on her best friend, who glanced up at her for a moment and then stared back down at the movies.

“I don’t know, he seems nice enough.”

Maria looked at her suspiciously before rolling back onto her stomach and reaching for a bag of Hershey’s kisses. “I am disappointed in all of you. If one of us hates, all of us hate, that’s the best friend code.”

“And if you really hated him, we would too, Maria. Now come on, it’s your turn to pick the movie.” Liz said soothingly as she slid the pile of videos over to the blond.

She huffed but took the pile, discarding the movies one by one before tossing her choice back at Liz. “Here, Lost in Space, let’s get back to our alien obsessed roots.”

The brunette caught the movie and stood up to put it in the VCR, resisting the urge to glance at her sister. Their goal with the movie night had been to avoid their alien obsessed roots. Clearly that was not in the cards.

After pressing play and settling back down between Tess and Maria, she gently squeezed her sister’s hand, they should have known better than to hope for such an occurrence in Roswell, home of the alien nation.


May 14th, 1999

“Hello Liz, you are looking lovely today.” Kyle Valenti said with a wink and a smile as he stopped her in the hallway outside her Spanish class.

Liz felt herself flush and smiled hesitantly up at him, not sure what to say.

“I just wanted to thank you for all your tutoring time; Ms. Hardy has never been more surprised to give someone a B.” Kyle continued when she did not respond.

“Well, I’m glad I could be of assistance.” She finally replied, eyes twinkling, “It wouldn’t do to meet Ms. Hardy’s expectations.”

“No it definitely would not, and I look forward to seeing you the next time I feel the need to watch her face turn that particular shade.”

Liz’s smile grew wider and she found herself surprised at how easy their conversation was, and how pleasant. Suddenly, Michael brushed past them on his way into class, sending her a sideways glance that managed to be both amused and judgemental. Her smile faltered, and anger, with just the faintest touch of guilt, rose inside of her.

Kyle looked faintly puzzled, not having missed the silent exchange, but reached out and lightly touched her hand. “I’ll talk to you later?”

She nodded; resolve firming, “I would like that Kyle.” He grinned and she turned to head into class herself, feeling a little surge of satisfaction when she saw Michael sitting in the second row back, where he had sat ever since asking her if she was okay a month before.

When she sat down in front of him she heard him speak again, his words only audible to her, “Really Parker, Valenti? He doesn’t seem your type.”

Turning her head slightly so her voice would not carry past the two of them she confidently replied, “You, of all people, should know better than to judge someone based on reputation. Besides Michael, what would you know about my type?”

“Touché Parker, Touché. But I still think you could do better.”

After that he fell silent, and she stared sightlessly at the board as the teacher began conjugating verbs. Part of her, a very small part of her, was prepared to admit that Michael had a point; Kyle was not someone she would have pictured herself liking. But, he was nice, and smarter than he was given credit for, and most importantly? He was pursuing her, which was more than she could say for anyone else who might or might not have been interested.

And despite being not your average teenage girl, she still had some of the qualities of one, and enjoying the feeling of being wanted was definitely one of them.


May 30th, 1999

“What do you mean you broke up with her Nick?” Liz asked angrily as she stared at her cousin across the table. She might no longer be friends with the girl, but she knew that she was a good person, and Alex was most definitely still hung up on her, which meant that she was part of that all important friend of a best friend circle.

He just shrugged. “You know I’m going back to Florida as soon as school is out now that mom is back from her dig, it was going to have to end sometime.”

Tess rolled her eyes disgustedly and Maria glared at him, both girls previous dislike escalated by his callous treatment of a fellow female.

“And when did you know you were going back to Florida, Nick?” Liz asked overly sweetly, her dark eyes flashing dangerously as he managed an almost shamed look.

“Six months ago.” He replied quietly.

“And wasn’t that before you asked her out? Oh yes it was.” She stated scathingly, folding her arms over her chest and casting a glance over at the tree where the girl in question was sitting with her brother and Alex. She noticed that Michael was shooting Nick a particularly deadly look and smirked.

“Well I’m pretty sure her brother’s going to find a way to make you pay, but let’s plan on this being the last time you stay in Roswell, k cuz?”

He looked down awkwardly and after a moment, Tess raised an eyebrow at him. “And why are you still sitting at our table.”

Nick stood up and walked away after shooting them one more unreadable look, and the three girls exchanged disgusted glances. “Told you, dark side.” Tess said with a faint smile, and Liz shook her head as Maria chuckled dryly.

“Yes you did, I bow to your wisdom dear sister.”

“About time.” Tess said with a haughty sniff, and all three girls laughed while Liz snuck another glance over at Raelyn, and Michael, and wondered if the evil male relative rule applied to brothers too.

Ashita: Thank you as always you wonderful woman you! I'm glad you enjoy the friendship between the four of them because as much as I love my overarching plot for this series, the friendship between those four has been the most fun to write, and I agree, Tess should have been like this in the show! And Alex is definitely a boy, a sweet, sensitive boy, but a boy As for Liz/Kyle, I don't have any detailed thoughts, just known that I want to do at least a oneshot of them together when I have less on my plate....(my crossover muse has been twitching like mad, I still need to write the followup to Rug, and a new Granilith/Time Travel fic has been trying to get my attention and is being studiously ignored)
barbara87413: Thank you very much for the feedback! I'm glad you're enjoying the story!
cjsl8ne: Thanks for the feedback! And yes! I'm so glad someone noticed that line I think it explains both Liz in this story, and Liz in canon. No matter how much you might like someone, and think they like you back, if they don't do anything about it...well, no one can blame you for dating someone else who does ask! We will get to the Polar lovin in the sequel, but for now Kyle gets his moment











June 6th, 1999

Liz was walking down the hallway to clean out her locker, when, for the first time in her high school career, she was pulled into a janitor’s closet. “What the...” She exclaimed, trailing off when she saw the nervously smiling face of Kyle Valenti.

“What’s going on Kyle?”

“I wanted to ask you something, privately.”

“Okay.” She said, tilting her head and worrying at her lower lip. “What’s up?”

“I…I was wondering if you would like to go out sometime?” He asked, hesitant at first but his voice gaining confidence as he continued and his blue eyes sparkling hopefully at her by the time he finished.

She blinked and opened her mouth to speak, then closed it again as she considered what she wanted to say. Part of her had been aware that something like this was coming, but she could honestly say that she had not been expecting to be asked out that morning.

Noting the anxious look creeping back on his face, she felt a warm sensation in her chest. He really did like her; he was worried about her saying no. And despite the fact that dating was the last thing she should be considering in her life right then, she did not want to say no. She wanted to take this piece of normal and run with it.

So she reached out and took his hand, smiling brilliantly at him. “I would really like that Kyle.”

He smiled back and stepped a little closer, the anxiety faded from his gaze and replaced by a mischievous twinkle. “Seal it with a kiss?”

She flushed, feeling butterflies suddenly start in her stomach as reality settled in, but she nodded and closed her eyes as he leaned in.

His lips were warm and dry, a little chapped but not rough. The kiss lasted for several seconds and she responded, feeling a heady mixture of relief and disappointment when he pulled away before attempting anything more in depth.

There was a brief moment of awkward silence, and then he spoke up again. “I copied your number from Maria’s little purple phone book the last time we were at her house for dinner, I’ll call you?”

She laughed, “Yes, call me, and I won’t tell her that you invaded her privacy, so she doesn’t have you murdered.”

“Thank you.” He said with a heartfelt tone, and she thought again how nice his smile was as he opened the door a crack to peer down the hall. “The coast is clear, you can escape with your reputation intact.” He added with a wink, holding the door open for her.

She walked into the hallway, and after he joined her, they walked to her locker. Maria and Tess were both there waiting for her and they looked rather surprised to see her escort. When she leaned over and kissed him on the cheek and stated “I’m looking forward to your call,” before joining them as he walked away grinning, their mouths practically fell open.

“Liz,” Maria said warningly, “Tell me you are not going out with the jock that my mother is most likely going to make my step-brother.”

Liz grinned as she piled her personal belongings into her backpack and pulled the photo strips of the four of them off of the locker door. “Sorry Maria, I don’t like lying to my best friend.”

Tess let out a laugh as Maria gasped, her expression horrified. “Liz! You…you! Oh!”

Alex walked up, looking puzzled, and glanced at Maria’s red face, and Liz’s laughing one, before settling on Tess who was grinning like crazy. “So what did I miss?”

“Kyle asked Liz out, apparently she said yes, and now Maria is having what seems to be an apoplectic fit.” Tess stated flippantly, her eyes glittering with laughter as she laced her arm through his. “How is your last day going?”

“Oh you know, same old same old. Wow, Liz and Kyle?” He said casually at first, before letting his own surprise filter into his tone. “I gotta say I did not see that coming.”

“I didn’t either.” Tess said, casting a suspicious glance at her sister. “I wonder if she’s been keeping things from us.”

Liz rolled her eyes affectionately as she put her backpack back on and took Alex’s other arm, leaning her head on his shoulder. “He’s flirted with me off and on, but he flirts with a lot of girls. I wasn’t keeping anything from you. Believe me, I did not expect him to…ask me out today.” She said, blushing slightly as she held herself back from mentioning the kiss.

“Okay Chica, I am still so not all right with you saying yes, but I want details because you missy, are holding something back.” Maria stated firmly, her face no longer red as she stepped forward and invaded Liz’s personal face, her green eyes penetrating.

Liz sighed, “Come on let’s go to the Crashdown and we can get some milkshakes and go up to my room. I’ll tell you everything.”

Maria eyed her suspiciously for a moment before apparently deciding to trust her. “Okay, let’s go, I need gossip!”

Liz groaned and Alex tugged her towards the door while Tess giggled. She really should have thought it through before telling Kyle yes. Maybe she should avoid boys entirely until college when Maria could only interrogate her on the phone.

You still wouldn’t be safe from me! Her sister sing-songed in her head and Liz shot a glare at her behind Alex’s back for the blatant breach of privacy. Tess just grinned at her unrepentantly and Liz groaned again. Doomed, she was definitely doomed.


July 22nd, 1999

Liz was out on another date with Kyle, and Maria was working, so Tess was sitting curled up on their balcony all alone. Alex had been strangely absent for the past week, and had seemed very distracted the few times any of them tried to talk to him. It made her wonder if Liz was not the only one to start a relationship that summer.

They were growing up, in ways different than the maturing they had been forced to undergo when their mother died and their father exiled them.

She traced her fingers over the familiar lettering of her favorite book, a collection of fairy tales Grandma Claudia had given her the year after she became a part of the Parker family. The inscription on the inside still made her get teary-eyed, ‘To my beloved granddaughter, Tess Parker. May light always shine on you, as you have brought light to our family.’

The words had not made sense to her when she first read them, but now, now when her very identity was being called into question, they reassured her as little else could. Liz had not had any more dreams since that night, that horrible night, but neither of them saw that as a good sign.

She was not a control freak like her sister could be; but the loss of control she had been feeling ever since the night her sister woke up and stared at her with that shocked look on her face, before gasping a name that Tess knew she had never heard before, yet resounded through her soul, was terrifying.

And now they were trying to be normal, and her sister was dating, and it just all felt so wrong. She should not be jealous of her sister, but sometimes she could not help herself when she saw her smiling and laughing with Kyle.

Boys had asked her out, but none that she considered worth even one date as she knew they were only asking because of her blond hair, blue eyes, and bra size. She had actually thought about Kyle occasionally, ever since he hijacked their vacation the year before they returned to Roswell, but other than the occasional admiring glance or moment of banter, he had never expressed any interest, and now she knew why.

And she had to admit that if it had been anyone but her sister, she would have been angry rather than hurt. But she loved her sister, so she had not said anything, and instead focused all of her energy on reading and rereading Liz’s notes on those damn dreams.

She was curious despite herself about the past that she had apparently lived, but nothing other than the names had struck any chord of memory in her. She wondered what had happened to bring her here, to this life, and if she was the only one, or were there others?

There were just too many questions that did not have answers buried in the dreams, and the biggest one of all, why, was the one she wanted answered the most. Why was she different, why was she here, why could she not be normal?

“If you were normal then you wouldn’t have Liz.” She told herself, and let the memories of all of the scrapes they had gotten themselves into, and out of, with their abilities flow through her mind. She also would not have had Mom, or Dad, or the rest of their family. And even being related to Nick was more than worth having the rest of them.

“So shut up and count your blessings.” She concluded, her voice stern, and then laughed at herself before turning the page to the first fairytale, the one Liz had told her when they huddled under her bed all those years ago.

Being normal was just not that important to her when it came down to it, not important at all.

A/N:Thanks for the feedback everyone! I am so glad that all of you read and enjoyed this story, and I will be posting chapter one in the sequel in a few weeks, which will pick up where this and Walk the Edge of Shadows left off, at the beginning of my alternate season one. Thank you again for all of the reviews and patience and I hope you enjoy this last chapter!














August 13th, 1999

She was warm and safe, resting in perfect contentment with the knowledge that all was right in her world. But something disturbed that peace, a sudden sense of loss, and her sleep became less restful until finally she fought her way to consciousness.

A soft glow suffused her senses and she clawed against the barrier holding her in until she slid onto the floor, the sudden shock of cold stone disorienting after the cocooning warmth she had just left. The shock of being alone was much more profound.

They were supposed to be there. She did not know who they were, but she knew that they were not there, and that she was all alone. It was terrifying.

She waited for what seemed like forever, staring at the empty pods, until an unfamiliar sensation in her stomach drove her to explore her surroundings. She touched something that called out to her with an unseen pull, and a blast of hot air swirled around her body as a grinding noise revealed a path that led away from the cave and into the bright desert.

She stepped out and then stared down at her feet as pain lanced through them from the heat of the rock and sand. A glow like the one inside the cave surrounded them for a moment, and then they did not hurt anymore, so she began to walk.

She walked until it got dark and her legs were shaking from exhaustion. Two bright lights appeared out of the night, heading straight towards her and she closed her eyes, too tired to try and move out of the way.

She just wanted to find the others.

Both girls woke up at the same time, hearts pounding to the same adrenaline-fueled rhythm. Their heads turned in sync and their eyes met with the identical shocked realization that they had shared the dream.

“There are more like you.” Liz breathed into the heavy silence, and Tess shivered as long buried memories surfaced, memories of an aching hole in her soul that bonding with Liz had filled so completely she had forgotten its existence.

She sat up and ran her fingers through her curls distractedly. “Is that why we felt energy when we came to Roswell? Are they here?”

Liz shook her head mutely as she stood and started pacing, unable to hold still with all of the nervous energy running through her. “If they are here, do they know? About your past, about you?”

Before Tess could answer, the brunette’s eyes widened as she made another connection. “There were three other pods Tess; it must be Zan, Vilondra, and Rath! It’s the only thing that makes sense. But why, how, did all of you get here?”

Tess felt just as disoriented as she had in that first memory as she reeled from one shock after another. She had known that the dreams were not over, that whatever had sent her here could not be ignored, but she had not expected to feel a sudden mix of burning fear and desire to find those other three, to find answers.

“What do we do?” She asked Liz, her hands gripping the covers so hard her knuckles were white as her conflicted emotions resounded down the bond to her sister.

Liz walked forward and sat on the bed next to her, her large brown eyes serious and her face strained. “We watch. We look for anyone who could be them, with our eyes, and our other senses, and we be very careful because Tess, if you four could come back, what if your enemies are still looking for you?”

Tess felt faint as she realized the truth of her sister’s words and reaching out she grasped her hand with desperate need. “We be very careful. I can’t lose you Liz, and Dad can’t lose us, he wouldn’t survive.”

Liz nodded and pulled her in for a fierce hug as they both clung to the only thing that made sense in the nightmare their life had suddenly become, each other.


September 18th, 1999

Tess had been watching the way Max and Michael watched her sister, and trying to decide for herself if she wanted to encourage her to go after either of them, or find a way to make both of them leave her sister alone. The one thing holding her back was the fear that it was her own selfish desire for Liz’s current boyfriend prompting her to think about telling Liz to consider Michael.

Sometimes she wished she did not have a conscience.

Thoughts of her and her sister’s love life had been the only things keeping her sane for the past month, the only thing keeping her from watching everyone in town like she was one of the paranoid conspiracy theorists who haunted Roswell. She had never really felt alone, because even though they were not exactly the same, Liz was her sister, and she had never felt like an outsider because of that. But suddenly knowing that there were others out there, others like her; it was both exhilarating and terrifying because above all it meant that pretending to be normal might not be an option much longer.

But the thoughts of her and her sister’s love life, and their alien fears, were wiped away when the argument by the door got so loud that no one could ignore it anymore, and a new kind of dread tightened her gut.

All of a sudden there was a gun waving, the fluorescent lights glinting off the cold metal, and then there was a brief flash, so small that if she had been entirely human she probably would not have noticed it, and then Liz was falling, and there was red seeping through the front of her uniform, and oh-my-god her sister had been shot, and she had to get to her, she had to heal her like she had all those years ago.

But Maria was clutching her hysterically, and there were people watching, and she was trying to get to Liz, but Maria just would not stop screaming, and then Max, tall quiet Max, was bending over Liz and tearing her uniform open and there was blood, so much blood, and he put his hand over the bullet hole and he told Liz to look at him and she did.

Then his hand was glowing and she could feel the connection between them through her own connection with her sister, and what did it mean, was he one of the others? Had Max lived in one of those pods? Was he like her? How could they not have sensed it before?

Maria stopped screaming, and Liz was okay, and Max was breaking a bottle of ketchup, and suddenly she could move again. She shoved Maria out of the way and knelt next to her sister to hide her from view, waving a hand over her uniform so that the buttons were done up and the blood underneath the ketchup was gone. Max saw her do it with wide eyes, and then he ran out of the restaurant and she cursed under her breath. Way to look suspicious idiot.

She helped Liz stand up and oh-so-casually moved back to the wall behind her as people rushed up to see if her sister was okay.

As soon as Liz started telling her ketchup bottle story with a perfect embarrassed blush and giggle, her sister was such a good liar, she waved her hand behind her back over the right side of the doorframe leading to the kitchens, and suddenly there was a bullet hole with bullet, readymade for the Sherriff to find.

Liz pulled away from the crowd and grabbed her hand and looked her in the eyes, and they both knew; everything had changed.