Roswell Fanatics

~*Serena*~


God I hate mornings. After Liz woke me up I decided to find something decent to wear. Hmmm....


I decide on a nice pair of hip huggers and a tight blue tanktop. Hey, a girl needs attention once in awhile.


I smile to myself as I try to decide what to do with my hair today. Ponytail, messybun, or half and half? I think I'll go with messy bun.


I hear Liz yell she's going downstairs and roll my eyes as I start putting on my make up.


"Ok", I say softly. "I'm ready to go", I smile again and walk downstairs in time to see Liz get into the jeep with Max and frown softly.

She can't be getting this involved with a guy. She knows this. It's to risky for us and for them, and boy do we know it. Ainsling would probably gripe her out if she knew how close she and Max were getting. And I'm beginning to think that their relationship is getting deeper.

Rance

It seems as though it never takes as long as a person would think for morning to arrive. Waking up, I realize that there are many things that I need to do. First and foremost is showering and dressing for breakfast. After that, it's time to look around for the girl that's been in my damn visions. Hopefully, I won't be pulled into some dastardly plot by the powers below or above. I really like remaining as neutral as possible. Then again, sometimes the different gifts and such I can receive by helping whatever side asks, well they can be intriguing.

Though, in all honesty, if I had to choose between light or dark, white or black, I guess I would simply have to say positive. I really haven't enjoyed seeing bad things happen to people, but sometimes I was paid rather handsomely to turn and look the other way. However, anyone that tried to get me to do that now, was in for a shock. I needed answers and for some reason I was sent here. Nothing was going to take me off this trail to those answers after I spent the last few months, annoyed by visions.

So, as I showered and dressed I tried to decide just what I was going to do for breakfast. It's not like I took time to go grocery shopping and all, so I might as well see what sort of place was open this early in the morning. Even if it was just a gas station where I could pick up a bag of chips while filling up my hog. Can't go without my cycle.

I also needed to pick up some printer paper and food while I was out, then set everything up in the spare room which was going to double as my office. I could certainly tell that I was going to be busy. Double checking my appearance as I started out of the bathroom I nodded. This was going to be a good day. Or at least it had better.

Leaving my house, I locked the door behind me after double checking that I had my wallet. Grabbing my hog, I made certain that it showed me as having enough fuel to get to the gas station I'd passed while driving into town last night and then started up the engine.

Soon, I was riding through the heart of town when I saw a place called the Crashdown Cafe and wondered if they were open for business. Pulling up, I parked my cycle and looked around, noticing that even if this place wasn't open, other business were opening and I could take care of a few things before returning to eat breakfast. removing my helmet, I placed it on the back of my cycle and climbed off.

I was smiling until I glanced in through the glass window and suddenly was again hit by the vision. As I stood there, my hand lifted to my head, but at least I could say, I'd found the correct place. Shaking my head, I walked away from the door and back to my hog, leaning against it while I tried to determine my next move.

*MAX*

I drive down Main Street to pick up Liz, wondering what the day is going to bring. I have to find an opportunity to tell Michael about the different kind of flashes that Liz is getting. Stuff about our crash. I have no idea where that's going to lead, but he really should know.

And then there's Liz's secret. The one she won't share. It has something to do with that wooden box in her closet. I can hardly believe I'm concidering breaching her privacy this way, but I find myself actually planning to sneak in there and find out what's in there when she and Serena are not around. Since we're almost constantly together after school, I'm thinking I might skip lunch and try it then. Unless I manage to talk myself out of it. But I really think I need to know.

And then, of course, there's Liz herself. I still love her more than I'd ever imagined possible. She knows I'm not human, but she loves me anyway. It's more than I'd ever dreamed. Can I really be thinking of ruining it by going behind her back like that?

No, she's the one who's not letting me in, although she should know there's nothing I wouldn't do for her. I have to know why. The Physics teacher is part of this, maybe I could even try to ask her something, if I can do it without getting her suspicious.

But I arrive at the Crashdown and Liz is already coming out. She's nearly dancing, her step is so light and happy. I open the door and she climbs in giving me a kiss first and then whispering, "Good Morning."

"Good morning, to you, too," I grin. "You certainly seem to be in a good mood."

~*Aisling *~

I stop for a minute from my early morning hike and take a swig from my canteen. I often pause a minute at this particular vista as the view at this time is spectacular. I can see for miles across the desert and the sun, although becoming hot quickly is beautiful as its spills over the sand and shrubs.
After I catch my breath I check my watch. I'll need to hurry a little if I'm going to make it home, shower, change, and be in my classroom ready for first period. I tend to try to be a little early so if students want help I can offer it. Today though the solitude of the early morning desert called me and I walked further then I intended.
As I wipe the sheen of sweat from my forehead I feel something crawl over my foot. I look down and spy a small lizard, brightly coloured with tongue flicking madly on the toe of my tough walking shoes.
It makes me laugh and sigh. He is very cute there, unaware of the peril he may face if I decide to unloose any sort of power against him. Somewhat like us really. And so I sigh, not only for the fear of the unknown, but my specific unknown.
'I have a training session with the girls after school' I mentally note. At times I wish them freedom from the awareness of how close their peril lies. For that matter I sometimes wish that freedom for myself. However that though is as fleeting as it is impossible. We are who we are. We have special powers and special responsibilities.

Serena did very well in our last session, but Liz seems to be falling behind, as if her mind were elsewhere when we practice. I know the incident in the Crashdown upset her, but I wish I knew a way to re-engage her in her training. Perhaps it isn't just about the super-natural I think riley. Perhaps it also has something to do with a certain dark-haired young man Liz seems to be spending increasing time with?
She must learn though that her calling is something she cannot ignore and cannot take lightly, irrespective of her other chosen pursuits.

Shaking my head to rid myself of these thoughts and also to create a slight breeze for the back of my neck I start back down the Mesa. I let my thoughts wander all the way back to my car and through my shower.

As I approach the school I begin to focus on the day, my lesson plans, what I hope to accomplish. I have a problem group in my third period class, and a student needs some extra coaching in AP fifth period. And of course there is the 'special' after-school lesson.

As I gather my things together and head towards the school doors I notice Liz arrive in a jeep belonging to the same gentleman I was considering earlier. She looks so happy and I worry that I may soon infringe on that. Although I'm her teacher I'm also her friend and I care about her deeply. I know that when the inevitable comes it will pain her and it willl be my job to enforce that, a job I dread.

I shake my head again and head for the door.

~Liz~

Once downstairs I grab a slice of toast from the plate that Nancy’s set out on the table but don’t sit down. She tries to persuade me to do so, arguing that ‘breakfast is an important meal…’ I’ve heard it all before though and basically I just tune out. Instead of doing as she asks, I take a few mouthfuls of juice, finish my slice of toast and then head out of the Crashdown, knowing that Max is going to be here to pick me up any second.

Sure enough, as I walk out the front, I see the jeep coming round the corner. Max parks up opposite the Crashdown and even before he opens the door I’m crossing the road towards him. There’s something about me today…I feel strangely happy and upbeat and I can’t really place exactly why… Maybe it’s the idea that by the end of today I might actually be able to tell Max the truth about me…if by some miracle Ainsling actually agrees… Nah, that possibility is so remote…I want more than anything to tell him…and it is possible that eventually I will anyway, but for now I have to consider my sister as well… So what is it that’s making me so happy…? I honestly don’t know is the answer…maybe being so close to Max…? I smile at this thought and as I climb into the jeep, I lean over to kiss Max. “Good morning…” I whisper in his ear before sitting back down in my seat.

Apparently my good mood is even more noticeable that I would have thought because it’s the first thing that Max comments on as he grins at me. “Good morning to you too…You certainly seem to be in a good mood…”

I smile. “Well it’s nice to see you...” I tell him. It might be less than twelve hours since we said goodnight, but ever since he left last night I’ve wanted to be near him again. It’s like my body is humming with excitement when he’s in such close proximity. I want nothing more than to be with him right now I- I stop myself at this thought…it’s the same one from last night and part of me knows that it’s so dangerous… Why am I thinking like this…what’s going on…? I can’t answer the questions that I have and, not knowing what else to do, I try to push them to the back of my mind as I look over at Max smiling as I watch him pull the jeep away from the kerb. The journey pretty much passes without either of us saying much, but just being there with him makes it wonderful… “I had a great time last night…” I tell him softly as we drive along.

***

A short while later we pull into the school parking lot. I’m laughing at something that Max had just said but suddenly I feel my throat tighten as I notice someone out of the corner of my eye. Is Ainsling watching us…? I don’t know the answer, but seeing her there reminds me, not that I needed a reminder, of the huge secret that exists between Max and I… I want more than anything to tell him…

*MAX*

We drive up to the school almost before I realize it. In spite of all my current misgivings about whatever Liz is keeping secret, I still get lost in the pleasure of having her nearby. I'm pulling into a parking space and Liz is laughing easily, when suddenly she tenses up and goes silent.

"What is it, Liz?" I ask, looking quickly around. I don't see anything amiss. Nothing that looks like a stranger that could be an FBI agent.

Then I see her. Ms. Brennan is standing near one of the doors, where she'd apparently been walking before stopping to watch me and Liz. I make an effort to not react. It's part of the act that I've been using since Isabel and I first came to Roswell, so it's not too hard. Pretend that everything is normal, including us. But I can't help but wonder if she really is watching us, and why. Is that what Liz noticed? Ms. Brennan was in that vision with Liz. The one in the kitchen with a explosion. She might be part of Liz's secret, but that wouldn't explain this reaction. The feelings in the flash didn't make me think she'd be afraid of seeing the Physics teacher.

"Liz? Are you okay

~Liz~

"What is it, Liz?"

I hadn’t realised my reaction had been so noticeable until Max asks me what’s wrong and starts looking round. I immediately feel guilty because I know that he’s thinking it might be something to do with his own secret. I can see the tension on his face and know that he’s probably rather worried about what I might be about to say.

I want to reassure him, say that everything is fine, the problem is that I don’t think he’d believe that… Although I didn’t mean it to be, my reaction was pretty extreme and I know that. I’m wracking brain for some way I can explain why I acted like that and right now I’m pulling a big blank. I just don’t have a clue.

"Liz? Are you okay…?”

Max is asking me again and I know that I’m going to have to give some answer… I try to put my concerns to the back of my head and look at him, fixing a smile on my face in an attempt to convince him I’m fine. “Yeah, sorry…I guess I just zoned for a moment…maybe I’m tired…” I tell him. I know that it’s a weak excuse but he’s gonna see right through anything else I can think up… I pretend to stifle a yawn with my hand. “I didn’t really sleep that well last night…”

Tired, eh? I think, but I didn’t believe it. She’d seemed pretty energetic when I’d picked her up at the Crashdown only a few minutes ago. “Having trouble sleeping?” I tease with a raised eyebrow. “Anything special on your mind?”

“Maybe there was,” she laughs. “Maybe it was someone very close to me. Someone like you!”

I raise a shoulder and tilt my head in that direction, giving her an ‘I’m so adorable’ grin.

“Oh you!” She says in mock exasperation, giving me a playful shove.

I laugh, capturing her arm and pulling her close for another quick kiss. “Can I help it if you’re obsessed with me?”

“Obsessed?” She asks, raising her eyebrows. “I thought I was dating Max Evans, not Michael Guerin.”

“Ah, well,” I grin at her, as I hop out of the jeep and walk around to open her door. “There’s a little Michael Guerin in every guy,”

OOC: sorry, if anyone saw the post that was up last night, it belonged in Future Visitations where I had also posted it . I guess that's what comes of trying to post stuff very quickly. Anyway, thanks for pointing out the mistake Isabelle and here's the correct post:

~Liz~

I’m not sure if Max buys my excuse but he doesn’t quiery it and his response is such that I allow myself to believe that he had done.

"And why is that? Something on your mind?"

"Well yes actually, or maybe more precisely someone…someone very close to me right now…” I respond grinning. He pretends not to know what I’m on about and I give him a playful shove. “You know exactly who I’m meaning…you!" I go to give his arm another swat but he catches it and pulls me closer, pressing his lips against mine. "Can I help it if you're obsessing over me?"

The kiss is all to short and part of me can’t help thinking that ‘obsessing’ is exactly what I’m doing, but I’m not about to let him know that… Besides, it’s so unusual to hear something like that coming from Max’s mouth. "Obsessing?" I laugh at him. "I thought I was dating Max Evans, not Michael Guerin."

"Ah, well. There's a little Michael Guerin in every guy," he tells me grinning before coming round to open my door. I smile and get out quickly. “Yes, well just make sure you don’t lose track of the Max Evans…cos he’s the guy I fell for you know…” I tell him softly as we start to walk towards the building. Looking round I see that Ainsling has gone now but make a note to myself to try and talk to her at lunch time, if not before…

Rance


I'd been standing outside of the Crashdown, leaning against my hog for a time as I watched people come and go before taking a deep breath and deciding that I had things that I needed to get done. Turning away from my hog and walking down the sidewalk, I absently began levitating light items, simply doing so from boredom. Not to mention, I knew that any witch, warlock or demon in the area would be alerted to my presence if they hadn't been already. Sometimes, it was simpy fun to play around in such a way, having more of a chance of finding out who or what brought me to a new place.

I was near the corner before I decided to say the hell with it and go into the Crashdown, thinking that maybe I would have better idea's after I'd eaten my breakfast. Not to mention, I'd have plenty of energy. Walking back, I lifted my hand and sent a trash can flying with a little burst of energy, dropping my hand quickly. From the startled expression on some of the faces of the early birds, I could tell that I could have fun in this town.

Walking into the resteraunt, I made my way to a table and sat, glancing around as I wondered just what might be of interest. They certainly had some strange names for their meals. Then again, what did I expect? This is after all, Roswell, the alien capital of the world. Rolling my eyes at that thought, I didn't pay attention to what I ordered when the owner appeared and took my order. I looked at him carefully though, making certain I would remember him and then turned to glance further around, sighting the very area in my vision I was tempted to ask if something had gone down, but decided I'd wait until I saw the girl from the damn vision instead.