Name: Family Ties
Author: April
Disclaimer: I do not own Roswell it's premise or characters. It belongs to other people.
Summary: none available yet
Rating: PG-13 I think. Mentions physical abuse and neglect of a child but I try not to get too graphic.
Authors Note: This is my first Fanfic. I have never actually seen the show but I've read half of the books and I've read a lot of fanfic. Feedback appreciated, as I have no one who will read this at my house and tell me what I'm doing wrong, if it is good or not and what I can improve.
Part 1
Her first memory was of standing in front of her guardians as a four-year-old. Lord Khivar was yelling at her while Lady Tess was hitting her. She didn't remember what she had done, but she remembered being scared and feeling alone. Then she saw the boy standing silently behind the door watching the two adults hit and yell at her. He looked angry and she remembered thinking he was angry with her. She remembered expecting that he would come hit her too soon. When the adults were done they left her lying on the floor, blood running from several cuts on her body. The boy walked towards her then and she whimpered expecting him to continue what the adults had started. She remembered being startled when he knelt beside her and gently wiped some of the blood from her face with his shirt, before gently helping her to stand up and walking with her to another room of the house. It was so big compared to her little closet and she remembered smiling at her savior as he helped her undress and led her too a large tub filled with hot water. He helped clean her up and gave her one of his t-shirts to wear before leading her to a big soft bed. That was the first time she met the boy who was to become her best friend and big brother. After that day she always slept in his room. To her knowledge her guardians never tried to stop it, maybe they didn't know, or more likely they didn't care. As the years passed the boy was the one who taught her how to read and write. He made sure she got something to eat even when she was supposed to be punished. He took care of her when her guardians punished her too harshly or took their anger out on her. He was the one who gave her a name. Zan was her best friend.
He was eight when he first saw her. At first he thought she was a practice dummy like the ones he saw his father's soldiers use to practice fighting with. Then he heard her cry out. He watched his mother and stepfather yell and beat the helpless younger girl. A wave of anger went through him at the sight just as his eyes caught those of the girl. He waited until the adults left before walking over to the girl and kneeling beside her ignoring the girl's frightened whimpers. After helping her clean up, feeding her and making sure she was asleep he healed the worst of her injuries and just watched her sleep. From that day on he took care of her, using what little powers he had to prevent what he could of the beatings and punishments his mother and stepfather gave to her. He protected her. He didn't know why at the time, he didn't really know why he felt a connection to the younger girl, but it only took that one meeting for the two to become best friends. She was his Angel.
It was time, seven years after the day he saw his mother and Lord Khivar beating up on a small girl, they were leaving. She deserved better than living here; he couldn't protect her all the time. Her latest injuries proved that. He hadn't expected them to go after her in his room, that was usually a safe place for them. He had only been gone for an Hour getting some presents for her from town. He had left her asleep on the large bed they had shared since their youth. When he came back he found her collapsed in the corner of the room unconscious and bleeding from several severe cuts, one of her arms was twisted in an odd angel, and bruises covered her body. Gently lifting her up Zan carried her to the bed and healed as much as he could. Doing what he could for her, he then walked over to his closet and grabbed the two bags they had hidden in the back. Walking over to his desk Zan grabbed her journal and the little bit of money they had. When Angel woke up they would leave, they would go to the bank and get the rest of his savings account and get as far from here as they could. He had to keep her safe.
Author: April
Disclaimer: I do not own Roswell it's premise or characters. It belongs to other people.
Summary: none available yet
Rating: PG-13 I think. Mentions physical abuse and neglect of a child but I try not to get too graphic.
Authors Note: This is my first Fanfic. I have never actually seen the show but I've read half of the books and I've read a lot of fanfic. Feedback appreciated, as I have no one who will read this at my house and tell me what I'm doing wrong, if it is good or not and what I can improve.
Part 1
Her first memory was of standing in front of her guardians as a four-year-old. Lord Khivar was yelling at her while Lady Tess was hitting her. She didn't remember what she had done, but she remembered being scared and feeling alone. Then she saw the boy standing silently behind the door watching the two adults hit and yell at her. He looked angry and she remembered thinking he was angry with her. She remembered expecting that he would come hit her too soon. When the adults were done they left her lying on the floor, blood running from several cuts on her body. The boy walked towards her then and she whimpered expecting him to continue what the adults had started. She remembered being startled when he knelt beside her and gently wiped some of the blood from her face with his shirt, before gently helping her to stand up and walking with her to another room of the house. It was so big compared to her little closet and she remembered smiling at her savior as he helped her undress and led her too a large tub filled with hot water. He helped clean her up and gave her one of his t-shirts to wear before leading her to a big soft bed. That was the first time she met the boy who was to become her best friend and big brother. After that day she always slept in his room. To her knowledge her guardians never tried to stop it, maybe they didn't know, or more likely they didn't care. As the years passed the boy was the one who taught her how to read and write. He made sure she got something to eat even when she was supposed to be punished. He took care of her when her guardians punished her too harshly or took their anger out on her. He was the one who gave her a name. Zan was her best friend.
He was eight when he first saw her. At first he thought she was a practice dummy like the ones he saw his father's soldiers use to practice fighting with. Then he heard her cry out. He watched his mother and stepfather yell and beat the helpless younger girl. A wave of anger went through him at the sight just as his eyes caught those of the girl. He waited until the adults left before walking over to the girl and kneeling beside her ignoring the girl's frightened whimpers. After helping her clean up, feeding her and making sure she was asleep he healed the worst of her injuries and just watched her sleep. From that day on he took care of her, using what little powers he had to prevent what he could of the beatings and punishments his mother and stepfather gave to her. He protected her. He didn't know why at the time, he didn't really know why he felt a connection to the younger girl, but it only took that one meeting for the two to become best friends. She was his Angel.
It was time, seven years after the day he saw his mother and Lord Khivar beating up on a small girl, they were leaving. She deserved better than living here; he couldn't protect her all the time. Her latest injuries proved that. He hadn't expected them to go after her in his room, that was usually a safe place for them. He had only been gone for an Hour getting some presents for her from town. He had left her asleep on the large bed they had shared since their youth. When he came back he found her collapsed in the corner of the room unconscious and bleeding from several severe cuts, one of her arms was twisted in an odd angel, and bruises covered her body. Gently lifting her up Zan carried her to the bed and healed as much as he could. Doing what he could for her, he then walked over to his closet and grabbed the two bags they had hidden in the back. Walking over to his desk Zan grabbed her journal and the little bit of money they had. When Angel woke up they would leave, they would go to the bank and get the rest of his savings account and get as far from here as they could. He had to keep her safe.