Why I Hate Little Miss Goodie-Two-Shoes

How did this all go so wrong? Nasedo had planed it all out so perfectly. We would have the destiny book translated by Alex. I would get pregnant with Max's child. We would find the destiny book, after giving Alex flashes of Leanna being an alien and holding him in Las Cruces so he could translate it. I would mind warp Max into thinking the baby was sick. We would leave Roswell in the Granolith. I would hand the three losers over to Kivar on arrival, and would sit by his side as the mother of his heir.

It was a perfect plan.

Just one small problem.

Alex died. More importantly, I killed him. Not on purpose, and I'm really sorry, but every war has casualties, right?

But I still thought I was ok. I covered it up, it looked like a suicide, I got pregnant soon after he died, all was going to plan, right?

Wrong.

Liz Parker, that little thorn in my side, the voice telling me I wasn't good enough for Max? She didn't believe for a second that Alex would kill himself. No one believed her at first, though, so I thought I was ok.

That's when it all hit the fan. People started believing her. People in our group.

Eventually, Liz had picked so much away that no one believed he killed himself.

But lucky me, I thought, they all think Leanna did it. And by the time they figure out she is not only not the killer, she is human? I'll be gone, or she'll be dead too.

How wrong I was. Michael had to go back to his human, didn't he? If he hadn't we'd all be on our way to Antar now, and those poor hicks would finally learn not to cross me.

But no. Michael just had to realize that his home was in Roswell. And he opened the mouth of the cave and who did he find, but his girl, the Buddhist jock and little miss goodie two shoes herself. All there to tell them that they had figured it all out and that I killed their precious Alex.

So here I am. Half way to Antar, wondering what will happen to me as I have only half the deal and a possibly human child.

My life is over. Officially over. All thanks to a deal I didn't make and that Little-Miss-Goodie-Two-Shoes.