[Please note: This story is going to be a lot longer, but I will be posting 2-4 chapters at a time until I see how people react to the story. Also, I know there are other Roswell/Twilight crossover stories on the site but I have not read any of them, so any similarities between my story and any of the others is purely coincidental. Any feedback at all would be great, the more responses I get the faster I'll complete the story.]

Chapter 1.

Liz looked down at the brand new journal in her hand, and brushed her fingertips lightly down the cover. This marked the beginning of a fresh new start for the group, and she missed recording everything that happened to her. Her life had changed drastically since she met Max Evans and every day was a new adventure. It had been eight years since she left her hometown of Roswell, New Mexico and the group had made its way throughout the entire country. Next stop: Forks, Washington. She sighed as she placed her new journal into her suitcase, then zipped it up and plopped down on the bed. She looked around the room one last time before the sound of the door opening caught her attention. She smiled at Maria and stood up to greet her.

"How are you feeling?"

Maria asked gently, then motioned for Liz to hug her. Out of everyone, Liz became the most attached to Oregon. She thought they had finally found a permanent home, but it just wasn't safe for them to stay in any one place for too long. Liz buried her face in Maria's shoulder and mumbled a muffled reply.

"What?"

Maria laughed a little as she gently pushed Liz away and looked down into her eyes.

"At least we have each other, right? You and me babe, forever. You're stuck with me."

Liz couldn't help but smile as she nodded, feeling a lot more confident about their next destination.

"You and me."

And that was how it had always been, Liz and Maria...and Alex. Liz's eyes fell on the picture of the three of them on the bedside table. He was gone, but not forgotten. Never forgotten. She smiled a little, then turned back to Maria.

"How long has Michael been packed?"

Liz asked curiously. Michael was always rearing to move. He got anxious if they stayed in one place for too long.

"Space Boy? He never even unpacked."

Maria rolled her eyes and waved it off, then took one last look around the room.

"So, why Forks, Washington? Did Max say there was a particular reason?"

"There's just been a lot of weird things happening around there."

Liz walked over to the table and picked up the picture of the three friends. She brushed her thumb over the frame before she re-opened her suitcase and slid the frame in.

"Well...does he think it's...you know...alien related?"

Maria folded her arms, looking both curious and concerned. Liz shook her head and looked back at her.

"We don't know what it is, but whatever it is, we have to be ready."

Liz didn't mention the visions she had been having. Every day they got stronger but she didn't know what to think about them. There was an unknown woman, a redhead...she was after something. And she didn't know why, but she had an incredible urge to stop her from finding it. She heaved a sigh as she took one last long look around the room, then grabbed her suitcase and followed her friend out the door.