Hola! (that means Hi xD) so this is one of my old stories. it's been gathering dust on here so i thought what the hell lets rewrite this thing a bit. give it more oomph! Again I hold no claim to any of these tv shows.
couples: Max/Liz Faith/Robin Isabel/Alex (at somepoint Kyle and Tess will happen!) Michael/OC
~Luna-Rose
Saturday Night
A cool desert breeze blew through an open window. The sleeping brunette shivered pulling the thick blanket up to her chin. Her dream stemming from a painful memory and quickly turning into a nightmare.
"Monica."The name escaped the girls lips in a pained whimper, guilt rolled off of her in waves.
"I'm sorry Moni."
Elsewhere…
Leaves rustled against the wind as shadows ran across the dark playground of a small park at the edge of Dona Ana County. A girl no older than 13 years old sat on an old swing looking forlorn up at the stars. Brianna Garcia didn't want to go home, it was still early technically. The constant bickering of her parents was starting to become unbearable to listen to every night. The old playground had become her escape from all of it.
A faint humming reached her ears, looking around to see where it was coming from fear danced up her spine. Brianna could recall every horror movie she'd ever seen and forced herself to remain calm and not call out the typical question.
"who's there?!"The words slipped out regardless of her determination to stay quiet.
Cursing herself, she realized the humming had stopped.
The sound of rushing blood echoed in her ears, standing on shaky legs she started to walk away forcing herself to stay calm despite the urge to run out of the park at full speed.
The feeling of someone's breath on the nape of her neck made the hairs on her arms to stand up, and Brianna knew whoever had been watching her, the one who'd been humming was behind her.
There was no time for her to scream for help.
Excruciating pain and shock washed over her body as her warm life's blood pooled at her feet.
The world titled before her unseeing eyes as she fell forwards
Chapter 1: Friday Afternoon. Cleveland, OH: 2 Day's before Roswell
The beautiful blue sky over Cleveland, Ohio was deceiving to any passing visitor. The friendly vibe the city managed to convey masking the evil beneath.
A shriek rendered the air from a second story window.
"Kathryn Summers O'Roark!"A golden haired girl in denim shorts and a black tank froze on the front lawn of a beautiful three story French styled house.
It's yellow front door opening and an angry voice called out to her, "Where the hell do you think you're going?!"
Sighing Kathryn turned to face her big sister, "you know damn well where I'm going and with who. I don't' know why you're acting like you don't know."
A short blonde haired woman walked down the steps of the front porch, "You just got here last night, it's 7 in the morning Kathryn. You're not alone anymore. You have little one's you have to think about now. What am I supposed to tell them when you don't come back home?"
Impatience flashed behind dark emerald gold rimmed eyes, "Karen and John are taking care of the boys, they'll be fine. Just like I'll be fine."
Buffy glared at her stubborn little sister, "when did he call you?"
An all to familiar scowl graced Kathryn's face, "it doesn't matter when he called me Buffy, the point is he called asking for help and I'm going. End of story."
A pink flush tainted Buffy's cheeks, "Why did he ask you? Doesn't he have staff people or whatever working for him?"
Kathryn looked wistfully at her car parked just a few feet away from her, resigning herself to the fact that she was not going to be getting to her destination early like she'd thought. Nor was she going to get out of hearing her big sister throw a bitch fit. "It's the area he'll be in. Angel thinks I can help more so than Gunn or Wes and if I can I will. Whatever's killing people, it's not human. This thing is getting a lot of media coverage, it would be beneficial to have a slayer involved, you know I'm right B."
Feeling as if she'd just been chastised Buffy grumbled out her last concerns, "What if they recognize you over there?"
'Ah,' Kathryn massaged her temples, 'now it all made sense.'
Buffy Anne Summers loved her soul mate. Loved him with a passion she'd never known since. But ever since the destruction of Sunnydale it was hard for her to admit to loving the idiot. Especially after the cookie dough theory and the Spike thing. She wasn't sure she could face him after that. All the more reason why she wished her little sister wouldn't go out of her way to help him. Intuition told her that she'd be seeing him real soon if Kathryn went to his aid.
"I highly doubt anybody from my old life will recognize me, I was 12 when I left to find you and Faith. I've grown since then."
"Yeah," Buffy sighed, the image of a thin small girl with large green eyes hidden behind glasses and brown hair flashed in her mind's eye, "you looked a little more like Faith back then. Now look at you."
Kathryn growled at her with amusement in her eyes, "you now look at me. Taller than you by two inches and you're still 5'2."Buffy smacked her arm before becoming serious again, "this isn't a good idea Kat."
"I know," Kathryn sighed, she knew it wasn't ever since she'd answered the phone and Liam had asked her two nights ago.
"Be careful. Faith will kill us both of you get kidnapped or hurt," Buffy talked animatedly about her sister slayers antics concerning their little sister, "especially now that she's pregnant she'll want you back home before she starts showing. You know she'll hunt you down with Robin helping her."
"We wouldn't want that," Kathryn smirked, "your around her the most. If I'm not back before she starts showing you have to take pictures. Something tells me there's going to be plenty of new blackmail material."
Buffy nodded, a mischievous glint in her eyes, "definitely."
Smiling Kathryn allowed herself to relax her tense muscles, 'crisis averted.'
Looking at her older sister Kathryn wished she could have done or said something to make Liam see his mistake in leaving Buffy for LA, "I have to get going if I want to make to Roswell by Sunday night. Call Karen to check up on the boys from time to tome please?"
"Yeah, sure," Buffy smiled pulling her into a hug.
"Thanks," Kathryn whispered as Buffy let her go.
Waling to the parked cherry red '72 Pontiac GTO she blasted Foo Fighters from her speakers as she revved the engine. Waving one last time Kathryn took off down the road, ready to meet whatever came her way.
Sunday Morning. Roswell, New Mexico.
Liz Parker sat up in her bed, rubbing the goose bumps that covered her arms.
"It was only a dream," Liz said to herself, the words loud in the silence of her room. Some nights were never the same after the disappearance of her adopted older sister. More so now after the shooting that had changed her life. It seemed that her nightmare was more vivid and detailed. After five long years Liz still had nightmares of the childish fight she'd had the night before her disappearance. How she'd screamed at Monica in her anger, revealing things that should not have been. Liz flinched at where her thoughts were leading her, she shoved such thoughts away, the guilt still to fresh after the night she'd just had.
Liz looked at the picture propped up on her dresser of a skinny, brown haired girl, "you'd be 18 this month Moni," her vision going blurry from the unshed tears in her eyes, "I'm so sorry."
It seemed like she'd been apologizing for so long to the open air, expecting a response, expecting forgiveness.
Liz shook her head, sniffling and steeling herself as she got up to get ready for work. Her parents owned the place of her current employment, the Crashdown Café was literally beneath her feet.
"Hey Chica!" A strawberry blond haired pixie wearing the mandatory aqua uniforms of the Crashdown Café was the first thing that greeted Liz when she got down stairs.
"Hey 'Ria," she smiled at her bubbly best friend.
Maria Deluca winked at her before looking at the table that held Liz's prince charming Max Evans, "So how'd the date go on Friday."
Liz smiled shyly, after everything that'd happened Max had decided a real date was what they deserved, "he was so romantic 'Ria. He bought me a dozen white roses before we went to dinner and we danced on my balcony. It was so.." she trailed off with a dreamy look on her face.
Sighing wistfully Maria spaced out imagining something like that happening to her, someday, "you are so lucky you have Max. I wish Michael were like that."
Wiping down the counter top Liz glanced at her boyfriends table and found that Michael and Isabel had joined him, "he has the day off today doesn't he? Why don't you guys do something after your shift?"
"We broke up yesterday," Mara glared daggers at the back of Michael's head, "We fought over this stupid thing he said. He didn't want to say sorry because he said he was being honest and that didn't I tell him he needed to be more open. It was so stupid," Maria bit her bottom lip to keep from crying.
Liz walked around the counter, hugging her close and going over the work schedule for the week in her head, "you're both set to work together tomorrow. Why don't you take the day off and I'll see what I can do with the schedule, maybe you won't have to see him here at work, just at school."
"Thank you so much chica," Maria smiled through her well hidden sadness.
Seeing Maria's watery smile Liz's heart cracked just a bit for her, "how about you ask your mom if you can spend the night with me?"
"Really?" Maria perked up.
"Yeah, we'll have a girls night and have ice cream. Invite Alex," Liz let her go to pick up the rag she'd been cleaning the counter with.
"That sounds awesome," Maria's bubbly self bouncing back after her moment of vulnerability..
Liz couldn't help but glance at Max and be grateful he wasn't like his brother, 'Stonewall' Guerin. Locking eyes with him Liz felt a blush creep up her neck and bloom in her cheeks.
"Maxwell," Michael Guerin growled frustrated that Max wasn't paying attention again, as if what he had to say wasn't important.
"Leave him alone, he doesn't know what we're even talking about anymore, he's going gaga over Liz again," Isabel Evans grumbled, equally irritated with her brothers lack of self control.
"What?" Max asked shaking his head to focus back on his companions.
Michael rolled his eyes and hoped never to be as love struck as Maxwell was, "I was saying last week the police in Las Cruces found a fourth victim Maxwell, and do you know what they all had in common?"
Isabel fixated on her nail color trying to decide what color would be best for the day, "they were all crazy."
"Just say what you're going to say Michael," finally giving his full attention to the conversation.
"It was a kid Max, this fourth victim was a kid," he thought for a second revealing such news would make them realize how upset he was that they were being so cavalier about his concern, "this kid and the three before him all claimed to have been abducted. The FBI got involved, interviewed them and then dismissed them to be people just trying to get attention."
Michael had gone out of his comfort zone to ask for help from Alex on this. He knew what he was talking about. Knew that the little bit of information he was saving for last would get them to understand why he was so paranoid.
Isabel froze and looked up with fear in her eyes, "the FBI got involved?"
"yeah," Michael grumbled slightly pleased that she was starting to get it, "and guess who's always showing up at the scene."
He pulled out a small packet of papers, each a picture taken by some photographer or another from each crime scene, the grainy image of a woman her blonde hair up in a ponytail, "Topolskey's there."
Isabel leaned over the pictures, scrutinizing the images before looking at her brother, "Max I thought she was gone for good?"
"She was supposed to be," Max put a protective arm around her, not bothering to look closer as she had done, "everything's going to be fine."
Max nodded at Michael, "we'll meet at your place then, 8pm. I'll call everyone to let them know."
"Are you going to invite Tess?" Isabel thought of the new alien they'd just found out about and how she was tied to them.
"We have to, she's one of us," thinking of what Liz would say when he told her that Tess would be joining them from now on, Max began to brood.
"fine," Michael stood up, "I'll see you then."
He headed for the door glad that the one thing on his agenda was over with, plans forming to go back home and sleep.
At the hotel.
Under a small mountain of blankets a muted groan echoed in the room, the mountain shaking slightly before it stopped. A small hand reached in the general direction of the head board only to grasp thin air, the hand retreated back in the warmth of her cocoon before the mountain of blankets started to move again.
Reaching out to steady it's self, the small hand pulled at the head board until a tangled mess of golden light brown hair was revealed.
Kathryn fell back to lay on top of the blankets, groaning at how much effort it had taken to escape her lovely cocoon.
Looking for the time Kathryn managed to focus on the blinking red digital numbers.
1:15
1:15
Blinked at her obnoxiously. The urge to get it and throw it out of her sight made her question whether or not she was in the right state of mind.
'oh my goddess, not this early, want sleep, need sleep.'
Her mind supplied helpfully for her, and just when she was about to burrow back into her cocoon a noise reached her ears. Someone knocking on hollow wood. Looking around with sleepy eyes she found that the offending sound was coming from the adjoining door directly in front of her.
Kathryn growled low and dangerous, "go away."
For a moment the knocking stopped, she smiled pleased that whoever was on the other side had listened to her. With sleep reeling her back in Kathryn sighed contentedly, right as the knocking started up again. Each knock more persistent than the last.
"I said GO AWAY!" she screamed, her right eye twitching in aggrivation. It had been a long 23 hours with only two stops between home and the godforsaken desert she was needed in. Kathryn had rolled into her old hometown and knocked out cold as soon as she hit the bed, it was obvious to her that someone was trying to piss her off.
"Kathryn! Open this door right now," the male voice from the other side commanded.
"oh god," Kathryn whimpered, "GO AWAY WESLEY! I'm tired!" Determined to go back to sleep she snuggled deeper into her blankets.
"Young lady do not make me break down this door!" his British accent strong now.
Kathryn couldn't help but chuckle, she'd already frustrated him and he hadn't even seen her yet. Kathryn always thought it funny how easy Wesley Price made it for her to frustrate him. She could still remembering how he'd been determined to train her when it had been revealed she was a slayer at the tender age of 12. She didn't know why he had insisted on it at the time, she had her sisters to learn from. They were, the best at what they did after all. After he'd understood they'd gotten quite close. He often sent her emails to let her know how he was doing, even sending her gifts for the boys. They made it a point not to talk about Angel or Buffy. True friendship, Kathryn thought sleepily.
"Leave her alone Wes," a deep voice with a wealth of warmth and command reached her ears through the wood door.
"Liam," the name slipped from her lips and Kathryn found herself more awake than she had been while driving. Springing up form her temporary bed she launched herself at the closed door, flinging it open to star up at her brother, "Liam!"
A tall handsome man with dark brown hair, pale skin and dark brown eyes stood there before her, smiling, "Kathryn." She squealed throwing her arms around her big brother, "You're here! I haven't seen you in so long! What have you been doing? How's Connor? Why haven't you kept in touch?"
A deep laugh rumbled out of his chest making her head rumble along with it, "I missed you too my deirfir."
Letting go Kathryn noticed a boy her age with brown hair looking at her strangely, "it's rude to stare like that."
The boy looked away his face turning pink.
Angel glanced at his son, yes it was time for an explination, "that is Connor, Kathryn."
"Nuh-uh, last time I saw Connor he was a baby and he was wearing diapers," Kathryn supplied for Angel.
'No freaking way is he my nephew. I know how a baby grows and THAT is not how a baby is supposed to look at one years old.' Kathryn looked up at Angel again, her eyes demanded he give a better explanation. His unwillingness to elaborate let her know she wouldn't be getting anything better than what she'd been given. Angel stood silently pleading with his eyes for her to believe him now and make it easier for him. Kathryn folded her arms and nodded, she realized just a second after she'd done it that it felt like she'd been doing so ever since she realized what she meant to both Buffy and Angel. Not wanting to side with one or the other. Always agreeing it would be easier for him if he left Buffy, if he left for LA, agreeing not to tell her big sister about his baby. She did the same with Buffy. Her epiphany brought her back to why she was there, Kathryn sighed, "Whatever, fill me in. What's going on exactly."
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