[b]Title: Homecoming[/b]
Authors: IslandGirls and Kath7
Category: M/L, K/T
Rating: PG-13
Summary: From a challenge by Emotions23. [i]Sweet Home Alabama[/i] with a Roswellian spin. Don't worry! No real spoilers of the movie. This picks up post-Skin & Bones (basically with Nasedo's death).
Author's Note: We'll be writing this one together. It may be a while between parts because of the teamwork involved, but we're doing this mainly for fun. Hopefully you'll enjoy coming along for the ride.
[u]Part 1[/u]
"Girl, if Sean Deveraux doesn't declare his undying love to you tonight, I'll declare it for him. That dress is hot!" Serena Taggert told her best friend.
Liz looked over her shoulder and smiled back at her friend. "Serena, we don't even know for sure."
"Liz." Serena paused a moment, then got up off of her bed to lean on the mirror in front of which Liz was standing. "Sean promised you a surprise. He told you to wear something elegant, he's been weird all week, and he's acting like a little kid with a secret. It's been a year since the boy started following you around like a lovesick puppy dog. I'm telling you, tonight is the night."
Liz rolled her eyes, but grinned mischievously. "The night for what?"
"He's going to propose. And you, my dear, will be an engaged woman by this time tomorrow night."
Liz's smile faltered for a moment. "Deciding to get married takes time Rena. It took longer than this for me and-"
Serena spun Liz around and clamped her hand over her mouth. "Absolutely not Liz. You will not even say his name. That was the past. This is the present. Besides, you said were over him."
"I am," Liz replied. "It was a long time ago. I'm definitely over him. It's just that, sometimes, I'm afraid I'm not over the hurt."
Serena nodded, hugging her friend quickly. "Listen Liz, tonight is a happy night. We won't let [i]him[/i] ruin it. There will be no mention of destiny and there will be no alien funny business in sight. Comprende?" Liz looked at the girl who had become like her sister and couldn't help but feel the excitement in the air. She smiled, nodding slightly.
"Now then," Serena said, turning Liz towards the mirror. "We need to figure out how we are going to do your hair."
"I was just going to pull it up in a twist."
Serena clutched her hand to her heart and stumbled backwards. "Liz, if you just "pull it up in a twist, " Serena said. "I think I'll have a heart attack. I'll do it."
Liz giggled. "I was hoping you'd say that."
This time it was Serena who rolled [i]her[/i] eyes. "Well, what can I say? I'm a good best friend."
"That you are," Liz agreed, as she settled in to let Serena fix her hair. "Thank you Rena." Serena smiled at her in the mirror and as she went to work on Liz's hair, Liz closed her eyes and thought about how she and Serena had met.
Four years ago, Liz had gotten off of a subway train and stepped onto the streets of New York City. Scared, alone, and heartbroken Liz didn't know where she was going or what she was going to do. She had left the only home she'd ever known and had gone to the only other place she'd ever wanted to live. For hours Liz wandered the streets with nothing but a small suitcase. Besides a couple hundred dollars, she'd brought nothing else but a few changes of clothes and some precious mementos she couldn't do without.
Crossing the street to a hotel she had meant to stay at for the night, she was almost run down by a young, impatient female in a hurry to get home. The girl jumped out of the cab to make sure Liz was okay, and ever since then Liz and Serena have been inseparable. Liz knew that if it weren't for Serena, she wouldn't have made it through the past four years. Serena had comforted her when she needed comforting, and had listened to her when she needed to talk. Liz had grown to trust Serena completely, and had confided everything to her - about her life in Roswell, her relationships with everyone there - both human and otherwise - and about her hopes for the future.
"MMMMUAh!" Serena exclaimed now, blowing a kiss into the air. "Magnifique, my dear. Now, for the makeup."
Twenty minutes later, Liz was dressed and sitting quietly in the living room of the apartment she shared with Serena, waiting to be picked up.
"Liz, hun, tonight, your life is going to change."
"How can you be so sure?" Liz asked.
Serena grinned as she picked up her purse and squeezed Liz's shoulders. "I can feel it Liz. And you deserve every bit of happiness that you're going to get."
Liz saw Serena out the front door on a date of her own, then sat back down to wait for her ride. She didn't have any idea where she was going but if she knew Sean, it was going to be wonderful. Her heart started to thump in anticipation at the thought that she was going to seen him soon.
Sean Devereaux was one of New York's most eligible bachelors. He was the son of a business tycoon and heir to a multimillion-dollar fortune. The first time Liz met him, she was turned off, thinking he was nothing but an arrogant, spoiled, rich boy. But Sean hadn't given up easily. He had been entranced by Liz's deep brown eyes and long dark hair and had pursued her relentlessly. He had no luck until he happened upon her, on the side of the road with a car that had given up.
He invited Liz into his limo to wait for a tow truck. She sat down with him and what had been anticipated as a thirty-minute wait turned into two hours. The rest, as they say, was history. Liz and Sean had been a couple ever since.
Which brought them to tonight. Sean had been very secretive and her anticipation was all but driving Liz crazy. He had told her he had a surprise for her and had given her a credit card to buy something elegant and classy for the occasion. She had spent hours getting ready and now all she had left to do was wait.
Hearing a soft knock on the door, Liz jumped up and took one last look at her reflection in the mirror.
She was wearing a deep burgundy cocktail dress, with a low scoop neck, a fitted bodice, and a flared skirt. Serena had pulled her hair up in a bundle at the back of her head, and there were loose, curly tendrils hanging down to frame her delicate features, which had been highlighted by Serena's neutral earth toned makeup.
She had never looked better. Well, except for the day she and Max...
Liz scowled at her reflection, pushed the thought away. Now was certainly not the time to be thinking about [I]him[/I]. Serena was right. It was the past and Sean Deveraux was her future.
Forcing a smile, Liz pumped a few sprays of her strawberry scented perfume onto her wrists, and opened the door.
"Good evening Miss," the chauffeur said as he swept off his hat and handed Liz a small black box.
Liz looked at the box suspiciously, but eventually pulled off the top, revealing a note, and a piece of black silk fabric.
[i]Put this on, and trust Marcus to bring you to me. I'll be waiting when you get here. Love Sean.[/i]
Liz sighed, smiled affectionately to herself, but tied the blindfold around her eyes and let Marcus lead her outside to a waiting limo.
Despite the fact that there was a cover tied securely around her head, Liz kept her eyes closed tightly all through the car ride. She was nervously wringing her hands in her lap and she kept crossing and uncrossing her ankles. Her heart was beating quickly, and she was shaking slightly with excitement. There was a smile plastered across her features, in anticipation of the surprise she had been promised.
She felt the limo pull to a stop, and the car door opened seconds later. She took the hand offered her, and let herself be led out of the car, and into what she assumed was a building. Slowly, but steadily, she followed the person leading her into an elevator, down a hallway, and into what felt like a large room.
When the blindfold was finally pulled off, Liz sucked in her breath.
The room, although somewhat familiar to her, had been transformed into a dazzling wonderland. It sparkled with the reflection of the bright white lights off of the glass countertops. Diamond rings in all shapes and sizes had been laid out on the glass shelves, and the lights reflected off crystal stones in every color imaginable. The familiar blue boxes in different sizes were placed at intervals in between the precious gems. The mirrored walls reflected the light and colors from every crevice, and in the reflection staring back at her, Elizabeth Evans saw something she had never thought she'd see again.
She saw the reflection of a woman in love.
Seeing a flash of movement out of the corner of her eye, Liz turned to see the blue eyes she had come to adore staring back at her. When he dropped to one knee, her hand flew to her mouth to choke back a sob.
"Elizabeth Evans, will you marry me?"
Liz was surprised, to say the least.
"Liz?" Sean asked gently. "Are you going to answer me?"
Her eyes full of tears, Liz realized that this was why she was in New York. To start a new life. To make a new beginning, new memories. She smiled through her tears and nodded her head emphatically.
"Yes, yes, I'll marry you," she said.
Sean stood up and took Liz in his arms, twirling her through the air, a laugh erupting from deep inside him. He set her back on her feet, kissed her, and turned her towards the jewelry counters. "Pick one. Any one you want."
Liz was taken aback as she let Sean lead her to counter after counter of glistening diamonds.
Finally, Liz settled on an one carat, simple marquis cut diamond. The next few hours were spent celebrating her engagement. They went to Liz's favorite restaurant, then dancing, and finally decided to call it a night. The entire evening was purely magical.
"Serena!" Liz hollered as she walked in the door of the apartment. She took the wrap from around her shoulders and hung it on the hook beside the door, throwing her keys and her purse onto the table. Checking the living room, and finding it empty, she ran down the hallway and threw open Serena's bedroom door.
"Rena! Wake up! C'mon, get up!" Liz hollered, jumping on Serena's bed and pulling the covers from her friend's face.
"Liz! It's three in the morning!" Serena moaned groggily, doing her best to hide her eyes from the light.
"I know, but c'mon, Serena! You were right! I'm getting married!"
Serena sat straight up in bed and tried to rub the sleep from her eyes. "You're what?"
Liz flung her hand out and squealed in excitement when Serena grabbed her hand and yelped.
"Oh my gosh! Liz!" Serena exclaimed, hugging her quickly. "We have so much to do."
"Yeah," Liz said, her voice turning serious. "But first, I have to book a flight to go back to Roswell. Sean doesn't want to wait long."
"Sooooo?" Serena questioned, her eyes narrowing. "What's in Roswell?"
Liz looked Serena in the eye. "Not what, [I]who[/I]. My husband is who. I'm getting married. But first, I have to get a divorce."
Authors: IslandGirls and Kath7
Category: M/L, K/T
Rating: PG-13
Summary: From a challenge by Emotions23. [i]Sweet Home Alabama[/i] with a Roswellian spin. Don't worry! No real spoilers of the movie. This picks up post-Skin & Bones (basically with Nasedo's death).
Author's Note: We'll be writing this one together. It may be a while between parts because of the teamwork involved, but we're doing this mainly for fun. Hopefully you'll enjoy coming along for the ride.
[u]Part 1[/u]
"Girl, if Sean Deveraux doesn't declare his undying love to you tonight, I'll declare it for him. That dress is hot!" Serena Taggert told her best friend.
Liz looked over her shoulder and smiled back at her friend. "Serena, we don't even know for sure."
"Liz." Serena paused a moment, then got up off of her bed to lean on the mirror in front of which Liz was standing. "Sean promised you a surprise. He told you to wear something elegant, he's been weird all week, and he's acting like a little kid with a secret. It's been a year since the boy started following you around like a lovesick puppy dog. I'm telling you, tonight is the night."
Liz rolled her eyes, but grinned mischievously. "The night for what?"
"He's going to propose. And you, my dear, will be an engaged woman by this time tomorrow night."
Liz's smile faltered for a moment. "Deciding to get married takes time Rena. It took longer than this for me and-"
Serena spun Liz around and clamped her hand over her mouth. "Absolutely not Liz. You will not even say his name. That was the past. This is the present. Besides, you said were over him."
"I am," Liz replied. "It was a long time ago. I'm definitely over him. It's just that, sometimes, I'm afraid I'm not over the hurt."
Serena nodded, hugging her friend quickly. "Listen Liz, tonight is a happy night. We won't let [i]him[/i] ruin it. There will be no mention of destiny and there will be no alien funny business in sight. Comprende?" Liz looked at the girl who had become like her sister and couldn't help but feel the excitement in the air. She smiled, nodding slightly.
"Now then," Serena said, turning Liz towards the mirror. "We need to figure out how we are going to do your hair."
"I was just going to pull it up in a twist."
Serena clutched her hand to her heart and stumbled backwards. "Liz, if you just "pull it up in a twist, " Serena said. "I think I'll have a heart attack. I'll do it."
Liz giggled. "I was hoping you'd say that."
This time it was Serena who rolled [i]her[/i] eyes. "Well, what can I say? I'm a good best friend."
"That you are," Liz agreed, as she settled in to let Serena fix her hair. "Thank you Rena." Serena smiled at her in the mirror and as she went to work on Liz's hair, Liz closed her eyes and thought about how she and Serena had met.
Four years ago, Liz had gotten off of a subway train and stepped onto the streets of New York City. Scared, alone, and heartbroken Liz didn't know where she was going or what she was going to do. She had left the only home she'd ever known and had gone to the only other place she'd ever wanted to live. For hours Liz wandered the streets with nothing but a small suitcase. Besides a couple hundred dollars, she'd brought nothing else but a few changes of clothes and some precious mementos she couldn't do without.
Crossing the street to a hotel she had meant to stay at for the night, she was almost run down by a young, impatient female in a hurry to get home. The girl jumped out of the cab to make sure Liz was okay, and ever since then Liz and Serena have been inseparable. Liz knew that if it weren't for Serena, she wouldn't have made it through the past four years. Serena had comforted her when she needed comforting, and had listened to her when she needed to talk. Liz had grown to trust Serena completely, and had confided everything to her - about her life in Roswell, her relationships with everyone there - both human and otherwise - and about her hopes for the future.
"MMMMUAh!" Serena exclaimed now, blowing a kiss into the air. "Magnifique, my dear. Now, for the makeup."
Twenty minutes later, Liz was dressed and sitting quietly in the living room of the apartment she shared with Serena, waiting to be picked up.
"Liz, hun, tonight, your life is going to change."
"How can you be so sure?" Liz asked.
Serena grinned as she picked up her purse and squeezed Liz's shoulders. "I can feel it Liz. And you deserve every bit of happiness that you're going to get."
Liz saw Serena out the front door on a date of her own, then sat back down to wait for her ride. She didn't have any idea where she was going but if she knew Sean, it was going to be wonderful. Her heart started to thump in anticipation at the thought that she was going to seen him soon.
Sean Devereaux was one of New York's most eligible bachelors. He was the son of a business tycoon and heir to a multimillion-dollar fortune. The first time Liz met him, she was turned off, thinking he was nothing but an arrogant, spoiled, rich boy. But Sean hadn't given up easily. He had been entranced by Liz's deep brown eyes and long dark hair and had pursued her relentlessly. He had no luck until he happened upon her, on the side of the road with a car that had given up.
He invited Liz into his limo to wait for a tow truck. She sat down with him and what had been anticipated as a thirty-minute wait turned into two hours. The rest, as they say, was history. Liz and Sean had been a couple ever since.
Which brought them to tonight. Sean had been very secretive and her anticipation was all but driving Liz crazy. He had told her he had a surprise for her and had given her a credit card to buy something elegant and classy for the occasion. She had spent hours getting ready and now all she had left to do was wait.
Hearing a soft knock on the door, Liz jumped up and took one last look at her reflection in the mirror.
She was wearing a deep burgundy cocktail dress, with a low scoop neck, a fitted bodice, and a flared skirt. Serena had pulled her hair up in a bundle at the back of her head, and there were loose, curly tendrils hanging down to frame her delicate features, which had been highlighted by Serena's neutral earth toned makeup.
She had never looked better. Well, except for the day she and Max...
Liz scowled at her reflection, pushed the thought away. Now was certainly not the time to be thinking about [I]him[/I]. Serena was right. It was the past and Sean Deveraux was her future.
Forcing a smile, Liz pumped a few sprays of her strawberry scented perfume onto her wrists, and opened the door.
"Good evening Miss," the chauffeur said as he swept off his hat and handed Liz a small black box.
Liz looked at the box suspiciously, but eventually pulled off the top, revealing a note, and a piece of black silk fabric.
[i]Put this on, and trust Marcus to bring you to me. I'll be waiting when you get here. Love Sean.[/i]
Liz sighed, smiled affectionately to herself, but tied the blindfold around her eyes and let Marcus lead her outside to a waiting limo.
Despite the fact that there was a cover tied securely around her head, Liz kept her eyes closed tightly all through the car ride. She was nervously wringing her hands in her lap and she kept crossing and uncrossing her ankles. Her heart was beating quickly, and she was shaking slightly with excitement. There was a smile plastered across her features, in anticipation of the surprise she had been promised.
She felt the limo pull to a stop, and the car door opened seconds later. She took the hand offered her, and let herself be led out of the car, and into what she assumed was a building. Slowly, but steadily, she followed the person leading her into an elevator, down a hallway, and into what felt like a large room.
When the blindfold was finally pulled off, Liz sucked in her breath.
The room, although somewhat familiar to her, had been transformed into a dazzling wonderland. It sparkled with the reflection of the bright white lights off of the glass countertops. Diamond rings in all shapes and sizes had been laid out on the glass shelves, and the lights reflected off crystal stones in every color imaginable. The familiar blue boxes in different sizes were placed at intervals in between the precious gems. The mirrored walls reflected the light and colors from every crevice, and in the reflection staring back at her, Elizabeth Evans saw something she had never thought she'd see again.
She saw the reflection of a woman in love.
Seeing a flash of movement out of the corner of her eye, Liz turned to see the blue eyes she had come to adore staring back at her. When he dropped to one knee, her hand flew to her mouth to choke back a sob.
"Elizabeth Evans, will you marry me?"
Liz was surprised, to say the least.
"Liz?" Sean asked gently. "Are you going to answer me?"
Her eyes full of tears, Liz realized that this was why she was in New York. To start a new life. To make a new beginning, new memories. She smiled through her tears and nodded her head emphatically.
"Yes, yes, I'll marry you," she said.
Sean stood up and took Liz in his arms, twirling her through the air, a laugh erupting from deep inside him. He set her back on her feet, kissed her, and turned her towards the jewelry counters. "Pick one. Any one you want."
Liz was taken aback as she let Sean lead her to counter after counter of glistening diamonds.
Finally, Liz settled on an one carat, simple marquis cut diamond. The next few hours were spent celebrating her engagement. They went to Liz's favorite restaurant, then dancing, and finally decided to call it a night. The entire evening was purely magical.
"Serena!" Liz hollered as she walked in the door of the apartment. She took the wrap from around her shoulders and hung it on the hook beside the door, throwing her keys and her purse onto the table. Checking the living room, and finding it empty, she ran down the hallway and threw open Serena's bedroom door.
"Rena! Wake up! C'mon, get up!" Liz hollered, jumping on Serena's bed and pulling the covers from her friend's face.
"Liz! It's three in the morning!" Serena moaned groggily, doing her best to hide her eyes from the light.
"I know, but c'mon, Serena! You were right! I'm getting married!"
Serena sat straight up in bed and tried to rub the sleep from her eyes. "You're what?"
Liz flung her hand out and squealed in excitement when Serena grabbed her hand and yelped.
"Oh my gosh! Liz!" Serena exclaimed, hugging her quickly. "We have so much to do."
"Yeah," Liz said, her voice turning serious. "But first, I have to book a flight to go back to Roswell. Sean doesn't want to wait long."
"Sooooo?" Serena questioned, her eyes narrowing. "What's in Roswell?"
Liz looked Serena in the eye. "Not what, [I]who[/I]. My husband is who. I'm getting married. But first, I have to get a divorce."