From the archives: Yes, I located my stash of Roswell fanfic while I was at my parents' home over the holidays this year. Aside from a few spelling corrections, I'm publishing them without major editing. Yes, I was a much different writer when I initially wrote and published these (15+ years ago, which is mind-boggling to me). Please be kind to the version of me that wrote these.

Disclaimer: Didn't own it then. Don't own it now. Roswell and its characters (still, I assume) belong to Warner Brothers. The quote "Fate has perfect wings", which is changed a bit here, is from a song by Deana Carter called "Angels Working Overtime".

The life I lead now is drastically different from that which I thought I would lead.

I took a psychology class in high school to better understand the minds of these human beings and my final paper topic was (surprisingly) on the differences between fate and destiny. I guess there was a reason for that.

After I finished writing the paper, I reread it, and finally realized what a pain I had been to those around me with all my "destiny" talk during my sophomore year.

Destiny is not the same thing as fate. It never will be.

"Destiny" is what is planned to happen. Just that. Planned. It doesn't mean that it will happen; It doesn't mean that it won't happen. It just means that all you can do is hope for the best.

Well, after I discovered how much I had messed up so many people's lives with my talk about "destiny", I let myself notice more around me that didn't have anything to do with my "destiny".

So, that's how I came to be here, in a small town just outside of Albuquerque, with my husband and three kids.

But you haven't heard about how I met my husband, yet.

We met during our freshman year of college. We were both psychology students at the University of New Mexico (the class in high school gave me more than just a conscience). We had a professor whose name was some type of vegetable. I think he was bald, but I don't recall much else.

Anyway, Will and I met during our first class. We were sitting next to each other in the back of the room, and we were both trying to stifle laughs about the teacher's bald head and how he kept drinking pink stuff that looked like Pepto Bismol. Apparently, the professor was perfect for the job at the University because his earlier years were spent teaching elementary school with troubled children in Roswell. Go figure.

I think that the teacher's name was Mr. Raddish, or something like that.

But that's not the point.

Will and I started passing notes during class, and really began to get to know one another.

In another year, we were dating, and after we both finished school, we got married and opened up the first psychology office in the little town where we now reside.

After three years of marriage, Nathan came along, and then two years later, the twins, Alexander and Annabel came along.

Now, we're all so content living our lives here in this small place that I don't look upon my memories of high school very fondly at all. I still keep in touch with my "family", but I'm no longer attempting to ruin their lives. All of us like it that way, too.

Here, we are away from the FBI, suspicions, and not to mention any and all alien memorabilia made by Maria's mother.

Don't worry, though, Will knows all about me. However, we plan not to tell the kids.

At least, not unless they start developing powers. Then I think that we'll have more to deal with than just patients who are trying to find their inner-hamster or whatever it is these days that they're trying to find.

So, I guess fate had more in store for me than destiny ever did.

And I'm glad that I finally gave up hoping for destiny to let fate deal me its hand.

I just wish I had seen the difference earlier.

I suppose what I heard someone say once is true. Fate does have perfect wings.