Title: Again
Author: Josephine (tobyjo44@hotmail.com)
Summary: Ava runs, and Liz follows.
Disclaimer: Heh, heh. Yeah RIGHT!!! The excepts are from the song "I Don't
Know You Anymore" by Savage Garden on their Affirmation CD. Go buy it. You
know you want to.
Rating: G or PG, I don't really care.
Pairing: None really- unless you want to read into this what isn't there.
Feedback: I absolutely LOVE the stuff... come one, it's Valentine's day- send some love to me!!
Distribution: If you want it, email me and I will say YES!!! I just like to see the URL.
Part One: Lost
And what I wouldn't give to see your face again
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A cold wind blew across the abandoned northbound highway out of Roswell, New
Mexico. The lone figure it brushed, shrugged her shoulders closer to her
ears, and hugged her bare arms around her stomach.
She wore a gray sleeveless sweater, a black leather miniskirt and ripped
fishnet stockings. Her combat boots were shuffled, and the only baggage she
held was a large purse. Stuffed inside was a notebook, three Bic pens, a
pair of blue scissors, a shawl forced on her by her former hostess, and a
faded dandelion some one had given her once.
She had pink and black hair and six piercings. Passersby assumed that
because of her appearance she wasn't safe to give a ride- when in face, one
would probably have to look no further to find the sweetest, most
trustworthy hitchhiker in the nation.
The wind blew back across the asphalt, tugging the droplets of moisture from
her eyes and off into the air where they were quickly forgotten. She
shivered, and sat down ungracefully on the blacktop. She gathered the shawl
around her shoulders. She was trying to block out the wind- and the
memories.
She didn't even know why she was running. She had nothing to run away from
(except the threat of Rath and Lonnie who would be irate at the notion that
she would even lift a finger against them) and nothing to run to (her reason
for existing had died with Zan in the street). The only thing she knew for
sure was that the only person on this earth who she had ever loved was gone,
and the only person who had ever been kind to her, she had left behind in
Roswell.
She sniffed, and used the corner of the shawl to wipe her face of tears and
breather in the scent of the woven fabric. It smelled of the Crashdown-
Alien Blasts, Asteroid Pie, and Will Smith Burgers. It smelled of warmth,
and love and most importantly, of Liz Parker. The subtle and haunting mix
of earth and flowers soothed her mind and dried her tears. A sisterly kind of smell. If only she'd had a sister...
The sun was setting low over the horizon when she closed her eyes and gave
in to sleep- wrapped in the shawl.
-
But what I wouldn't give to see your face again
I see your face
I see your face
-
Author: Josephine (tobyjo44@hotmail.com)
Summary: Ava runs, and Liz follows.
Disclaimer: Heh, heh. Yeah RIGHT!!! The excepts are from the song "I Don't
Know You Anymore" by Savage Garden on their Affirmation CD. Go buy it. You
know you want to.
Rating: G or PG, I don't really care.
Pairing: None really- unless you want to read into this what isn't there.
Feedback: I absolutely LOVE the stuff... come one, it's Valentine's day- send some love to me!!
Distribution: If you want it, email me and I will say YES!!! I just like to see the URL.
Part One: Lost
And what I wouldn't give to see your face again
-
A cold wind blew across the abandoned northbound highway out of Roswell, New
Mexico. The lone figure it brushed, shrugged her shoulders closer to her
ears, and hugged her bare arms around her stomach.
She wore a gray sleeveless sweater, a black leather miniskirt and ripped
fishnet stockings. Her combat boots were shuffled, and the only baggage she
held was a large purse. Stuffed inside was a notebook, three Bic pens, a
pair of blue scissors, a shawl forced on her by her former hostess, and a
faded dandelion some one had given her once.
She had pink and black hair and six piercings. Passersby assumed that
because of her appearance she wasn't safe to give a ride- when in face, one
would probably have to look no further to find the sweetest, most
trustworthy hitchhiker in the nation.
The wind blew back across the asphalt, tugging the droplets of moisture from
her eyes and off into the air where they were quickly forgotten. She
shivered, and sat down ungracefully on the blacktop. She gathered the shawl
around her shoulders. She was trying to block out the wind- and the
memories.
She didn't even know why she was running. She had nothing to run away from
(except the threat of Rath and Lonnie who would be irate at the notion that
she would even lift a finger against them) and nothing to run to (her reason
for existing had died with Zan in the street). The only thing she knew for
sure was that the only person on this earth who she had ever loved was gone,
and the only person who had ever been kind to her, she had left behind in
Roswell.
She sniffed, and used the corner of the shawl to wipe her face of tears and
breather in the scent of the woven fabric. It smelled of the Crashdown-
Alien Blasts, Asteroid Pie, and Will Smith Burgers. It smelled of warmth,
and love and most importantly, of Liz Parker. The subtle and haunting mix
of earth and flowers soothed her mind and dried her tears. A sisterly kind of smell. If only she'd had a sister...
The sun was setting low over the horizon when she closed her eyes and gave
in to sleep- wrapped in the shawl.
-
But what I wouldn't give to see your face again
I see your face
I see your face
-