Disclaimer: I don't own Roswell

I know Roswell but I found myself writing this despite that fact. I would love for a lot of people to read this story, but even if only one peron likes it I'll still continue writing. The chapters to follow will be much longer.

Chapter 1

Unidentified

"You are so pretty," Liz said rocking the tiny little girl up and down in her arms, and smiling. She was sitting across from Maria at The Crash Down Cafe. Liz was smiling but Maria was not. Maria had her head on the table and was practically snoring.

"Maria," Liz said whacking her shoulder while still supporting baby Alexandra, "I haven't even started babysitting and you're already sleeping."

Maria groaned and swatted at Liz's hand, "A year and a one month, Liz She is supposed to be all smiley, instead of completely vicous. God if ever she was Micheal Guerin's kid its when she whines."

Maria went back to trying to sleep on the counter in the bustling resturaunt. Liz surveyed her best friend, she was still drop dead gorgeous, her blonde hair was long and straight, she had gotten back to her old size about a month after Alex was born. She was currently wearing a short red leather skirt, and a tight gold sweater, her hair was pulled back into a messy bun. Even after two years, three fourths of them raising a child all by herself, without the man she loved, who was off somewhere with a woman who had killed their best friend, Liz smiled when she realized how much Maria had grown up in the past two years.

Liz sighed again, and she had only been there for a small portion of it, she had been a few thousand miles away, at college. She looked at her hand, her engagement ring was settled on that hand, and she sighed again.

Everything was different.

And that's when her father turned up the volume on the TV. And she heard a female news anchor, "An unidentified flying object has once again flown into the Roswell desert." The locals cheered, business would be booming, "We are unable to obtain any details about the craft, but officials are saying it is foreign . . ."

Liz wasn't paying attention any more, she turned her head around to wake up Maria, but she was always sitting up bullet straight, "Give me the kid." she said holding out her arms. Once she had a hold of Alexandra she stared down into her face and shook her head, "No," she said looking up at Liz, "it's not possible."

"That's what we said the last time," Liz whispered.

Alex started to cry, and Maria rocked her back and forth, finally getting up and walking into the back, she was freaking out, so Liz was on her heals, "Maria, calm down I'm sure it's noth-"

And that's when both girls stood completely still, because huddled in the back was none other then Isabel and Max Evans. There eyes bulged when they saw the two. Isabel's because Maria was holding a baby, and Max because Liz's engagement ring shone brightly on her finger.

And then Michael walked in. And for one time in both of the twos life time Maria DeLuca and Michael Guiren were left speechless.