Title: I Was Your Girl
Author: Becky
Email: MajandraDfanaol.com
Spoilers: Takes place a little bit after "Tale of Two Parties"
Category: M/M, M/L, I/J, Other/Other
Summary: The year is 2019, a young girl's entire world has been destroyed, and she has no idea what to do now, except go back in time.
Rating: R
Roswell, NM. 2018
The air was filled with explosions and screams. Sierra ran quickly through the dessert. Her friends, dead. Her family, dead. She was alone. And she had to protect herself and her home, whatever was left of it. She held her weapon firmly in her small hands. Hands like her mother's. Mother. She was dead now. She was gone.
After hours of running, and a few impromptu fights with a few skins, Sierra finally came to her destination. She climbed the rocks that lead to the Granolith. They told her it could be used. Told her it could help. She finally reached the top. Her legs, burning from exhaustion, gave out, and she collapsed onto her knees. She took a few deep breaths. She finally looked up and saw it. Saw the majestic colors in the orb. Saw everything. She slowly stood up. She held her weapon loosely at her side. She walked to the side, where the activation crystals were held. She inserted them into the appropriate places. She watched as the Granolith began to charge up.
"That doesn't belong to you." Came a familiar masculine voice. She slowly turned around and saw him standing there.
"Travis." She breathed out softly. He looked at her coldly.
"You stole that from my family." He said lowly.
"They stole it from my family first. We were just getting back what was ours." She said. Her chin quivered slightly. "And to pay us back, you decided to kill the ones I love."
"I just wanted to get under your skin." Travis smirked. "Thought it wouldn't be that much different then getting under your clothes. Lord knows I've done that a good few times." Sierra looked away and wiped a tear that slid down her face.
"Yeah. Don't remind me. I hate reliving bad memories." She looked at him. Travis laughed as he walked closer to her. He grabbed the arm that held her gun, holding it at her side.
"Bad? Well, you didn't seem to think it was bad when you were screaming out my name and digging your nails in my back." Sierra slapped him across the face with her other hand.
"Bastard." She hissed through her tears. Travis laughed.
"You know it." Sierra kneed him in the groin. "OW! You bitch!" He let her go. She quickly aimed her shotgun at his head.
"You know it." She said, mocking him. Travis looked at the gun.
"You're not gonna shoot me." He said.
"Aren't I? You'd be surprise on what a person is capable of doing after she finds her parents dead in their bed." Travis laughed.
"Oh that was the best one. It was just so easy. You were asleep; I could've killed you too."
"Then why didn't you?" Sierra said through clenched teeth.
"Where would be the fun in that?" He asked. "Smother you with a pillow....too quick, to easy...Burn your inside, yet again, to easy. It's so much more fun to just torture you slowly first. Then I'll kill you."
"Not unless I kill you first."
"Then do it." Travis said tauntingly.
"Don't tempt me." She said lowly.
"You're bluffing."
"You wanna bet?" Sierra held the weapon. "You don't know me anymore, Trav. You lost that privilege when you decided to betray me."
"Don't you mean when you betrayed me?" Travis said. Sierra narrowed her eyes.
"What? Betray you? What the hell are you talking ab-" She was cut off by the ground shaking. She braced herself against the wall of the cave.
"The granolith!" Travis exclaimed. He turned to Sierra. "And just where are you planning on going?" He asked.
"Anywhere but here!" She yelled. And with lightening quick movement, she kicked him in the chest and ran to the granolith. Travis grabbed her ankle. She fell.
"You're not going anywhere!" He pulled her closer to him, dragging her across the rocks. She screamed out.
"Get your hands off of me!" She yelled. Travis laughed. He twisted her ankle. She screamed. She aimed her gun at him and shot him in the arm.
"AW!" He fell back.
"Told you I'd shoot your ass!" She pulled herself up and limped to the granolith. She looked back at Travis. He had already healed himself.
"Don't you even think about getting in that thing." Travis threatened.
"And I should listen to you because...?" He looked at her. "Kiss my ass Travis, I'm out of here." And with that, she touched the side of the granolith.
ROSWELL NM, 2002
The ground trembled as a white light appeared in the cave that used to hold the granolith. Suddenly, a form fell out of the light. It was Sierra. She fell on her side. She pulled herself up to a sitting position. The bright sun hurt her eyes; she squinted, and then was greeted by a pain by her right eyebrow. She touched her eyebrow and drew back her fingers to see blood. She sighed. She stood up; only too remember the nice going away present Travis gave her. The ground shook again. Sierra braced herself against a rock to keep from falling. She saw a bright light appear. She quickly limped to a hiding place behind a boulder. She crouched down low and peered over the edge of the boulder and gasped. There stood Travis. He dusted himself off and looked around.
"Sierra?" He called out. "Sierra, come out, come out where ever you are." He smirked. Sierra quickly crouched lower behind the boulder. She could hear Travis' evil laughter. "I guess your not here. Oh well, I'll find you soon enough." And with that, he began to walk out of the cave. Sierra looked over, making sure he was gone. She quickly got to her feet and limped out of the cave. Set to find those who she thought could help.
Maria, Liz and Michael walked about the empty Crashdown. It was five minutes after closing and they were cleaning up the place up before they leave. Maria was heading out of the staff bathroom. As she went to push the swinging door to go back to the front of the Crashdown, it suddenly swung back and hit it smack in the forehead.
When Maria opened her eyes, she saw the worried faces of Liz and Michael looking down at her.
"Maria? Are you ok?" Liz asked.
"Yeah. What happened?" She sat up; surprised to see she was lying on Liz's bed.
"The door hit you in the face, you fell down, the nice hard floor broke your fall, and you hit your head again, and were knocked unconscious." Michael said simply. Liz shot him a look.
"Michael, can you please finish up downstairs?" She said, in a tone that sounded more like an order then a question. Michael sighed and walked back to the restaurant.
Sierra walked along Roswell streets dazedly. This was her home, yet it wasn't. The streets looked safe. There weren't any army patrol jeeps driving up and down patrolling for skins, there wasn't fear, or death. Just cheesy alien shops and such. People stared at her wide eyed as they passed her by. She could just imagine how she looked. Dirt covered, cloths torn, and bleeding. She stopped short. She stood in front of the Crashdown Cafe. But it was different. It actually looked like a cafe. Towards the last days, it was a base. The windows were boarded and everything. But now, it looked bright, happy, and empty. She went to open the door. It was locked. She placed her hand over the lock and with a click the door opened. She walked in. She looked around. Everything looked so peaceful. She smiled.
"Hey!" Came a voice. She gasped and spun around to see someone coming from the back room. "We're closed." He said. Sierra blinked. He was there. Alive. She had to keep herself from running to him and hugging him.
Michael stared at the girl in the Crashdown. "How'd you get in here? The door was locked." The girl stared at him. She blinked. "Hello?" He said. "Can you speak English?" Michael looked at her once over. She looked like she had just come from a war or something. Her jeans had patches of dirt on them, and were ripped. Her t shirt had splotches of dirt and blood. Her face was cut, covered in a mixture of blood and dirt.
"I......." She started to say. Michael looked at her.
"You.....what?" He asked.
Sierra felt her heartbeat racing as she stared at him. He just stood there. The blank look on his face almost made her cry. And she would've cried, she would've begged him to remember her, but, she was to busy passing out.
Author: Becky
Email: MajandraDfanaol.com
Spoilers: Takes place a little bit after "Tale of Two Parties"
Category: M/M, M/L, I/J, Other/Other
Summary: The year is 2019, a young girl's entire world has been destroyed, and she has no idea what to do now, except go back in time.
Rating: R
Roswell, NM. 2018
The air was filled with explosions and screams. Sierra ran quickly through the dessert. Her friends, dead. Her family, dead. She was alone. And she had to protect herself and her home, whatever was left of it. She held her weapon firmly in her small hands. Hands like her mother's. Mother. She was dead now. She was gone.
After hours of running, and a few impromptu fights with a few skins, Sierra finally came to her destination. She climbed the rocks that lead to the Granolith. They told her it could be used. Told her it could help. She finally reached the top. Her legs, burning from exhaustion, gave out, and she collapsed onto her knees. She took a few deep breaths. She finally looked up and saw it. Saw the majestic colors in the orb. Saw everything. She slowly stood up. She held her weapon loosely at her side. She walked to the side, where the activation crystals were held. She inserted them into the appropriate places. She watched as the Granolith began to charge up.
"That doesn't belong to you." Came a familiar masculine voice. She slowly turned around and saw him standing there.
"Travis." She breathed out softly. He looked at her coldly.
"You stole that from my family." He said lowly.
"They stole it from my family first. We were just getting back what was ours." She said. Her chin quivered slightly. "And to pay us back, you decided to kill the ones I love."
"I just wanted to get under your skin." Travis smirked. "Thought it wouldn't be that much different then getting under your clothes. Lord knows I've done that a good few times." Sierra looked away and wiped a tear that slid down her face.
"Yeah. Don't remind me. I hate reliving bad memories." She looked at him. Travis laughed as he walked closer to her. He grabbed the arm that held her gun, holding it at her side.
"Bad? Well, you didn't seem to think it was bad when you were screaming out my name and digging your nails in my back." Sierra slapped him across the face with her other hand.
"Bastard." She hissed through her tears. Travis laughed.
"You know it." Sierra kneed him in the groin. "OW! You bitch!" He let her go. She quickly aimed her shotgun at his head.
"You know it." She said, mocking him. Travis looked at the gun.
"You're not gonna shoot me." He said.
"Aren't I? You'd be surprise on what a person is capable of doing after she finds her parents dead in their bed." Travis laughed.
"Oh that was the best one. It was just so easy. You were asleep; I could've killed you too."
"Then why didn't you?" Sierra said through clenched teeth.
"Where would be the fun in that?" He asked. "Smother you with a pillow....too quick, to easy...Burn your inside, yet again, to easy. It's so much more fun to just torture you slowly first. Then I'll kill you."
"Not unless I kill you first."
"Then do it." Travis said tauntingly.
"Don't tempt me." She said lowly.
"You're bluffing."
"You wanna bet?" Sierra held the weapon. "You don't know me anymore, Trav. You lost that privilege when you decided to betray me."
"Don't you mean when you betrayed me?" Travis said. Sierra narrowed her eyes.
"What? Betray you? What the hell are you talking ab-" She was cut off by the ground shaking. She braced herself against the wall of the cave.
"The granolith!" Travis exclaimed. He turned to Sierra. "And just where are you planning on going?" He asked.
"Anywhere but here!" She yelled. And with lightening quick movement, she kicked him in the chest and ran to the granolith. Travis grabbed her ankle. She fell.
"You're not going anywhere!" He pulled her closer to him, dragging her across the rocks. She screamed out.
"Get your hands off of me!" She yelled. Travis laughed. He twisted her ankle. She screamed. She aimed her gun at him and shot him in the arm.
"AW!" He fell back.
"Told you I'd shoot your ass!" She pulled herself up and limped to the granolith. She looked back at Travis. He had already healed himself.
"Don't you even think about getting in that thing." Travis threatened.
"And I should listen to you because...?" He looked at her. "Kiss my ass Travis, I'm out of here." And with that, she touched the side of the granolith.
ROSWELL NM, 2002
The ground trembled as a white light appeared in the cave that used to hold the granolith. Suddenly, a form fell out of the light. It was Sierra. She fell on her side. She pulled herself up to a sitting position. The bright sun hurt her eyes; she squinted, and then was greeted by a pain by her right eyebrow. She touched her eyebrow and drew back her fingers to see blood. She sighed. She stood up; only too remember the nice going away present Travis gave her. The ground shook again. Sierra braced herself against a rock to keep from falling. She saw a bright light appear. She quickly limped to a hiding place behind a boulder. She crouched down low and peered over the edge of the boulder and gasped. There stood Travis. He dusted himself off and looked around.
"Sierra?" He called out. "Sierra, come out, come out where ever you are." He smirked. Sierra quickly crouched lower behind the boulder. She could hear Travis' evil laughter. "I guess your not here. Oh well, I'll find you soon enough." And with that, he began to walk out of the cave. Sierra looked over, making sure he was gone. She quickly got to her feet and limped out of the cave. Set to find those who she thought could help.
Maria, Liz and Michael walked about the empty Crashdown. It was five minutes after closing and they were cleaning up the place up before they leave. Maria was heading out of the staff bathroom. As she went to push the swinging door to go back to the front of the Crashdown, it suddenly swung back and hit it smack in the forehead.
When Maria opened her eyes, she saw the worried faces of Liz and Michael looking down at her.
"Maria? Are you ok?" Liz asked.
"Yeah. What happened?" She sat up; surprised to see she was lying on Liz's bed.
"The door hit you in the face, you fell down, the nice hard floor broke your fall, and you hit your head again, and were knocked unconscious." Michael said simply. Liz shot him a look.
"Michael, can you please finish up downstairs?" She said, in a tone that sounded more like an order then a question. Michael sighed and walked back to the restaurant.
Sierra walked along Roswell streets dazedly. This was her home, yet it wasn't. The streets looked safe. There weren't any army patrol jeeps driving up and down patrolling for skins, there wasn't fear, or death. Just cheesy alien shops and such. People stared at her wide eyed as they passed her by. She could just imagine how she looked. Dirt covered, cloths torn, and bleeding. She stopped short. She stood in front of the Crashdown Cafe. But it was different. It actually looked like a cafe. Towards the last days, it was a base. The windows were boarded and everything. But now, it looked bright, happy, and empty. She went to open the door. It was locked. She placed her hand over the lock and with a click the door opened. She walked in. She looked around. Everything looked so peaceful. She smiled.
"Hey!" Came a voice. She gasped and spun around to see someone coming from the back room. "We're closed." He said. Sierra blinked. He was there. Alive. She had to keep herself from running to him and hugging him.
Michael stared at the girl in the Crashdown. "How'd you get in here? The door was locked." The girl stared at him. She blinked. "Hello?" He said. "Can you speak English?" Michael looked at her once over. She looked like she had just come from a war or something. Her jeans had patches of dirt on them, and were ripped. Her t shirt had splotches of dirt and blood. Her face was cut, covered in a mixture of blood and dirt.
"I......." She started to say. Michael looked at her.
"You.....what?" He asked.
Sierra felt her heartbeat racing as she stared at him. He just stood there. The blank look on his face almost made her cry. And she would've cried, she would've begged him to remember her, but, she was to busy passing out.