Title: Coming Home
Author: cherryxbomb
Rating: T
Disclaimer: I do not own Roswell. If I did, Jesse would never have existed. Therefore, no suing me. All I have are ramen noodles anyway.
Pairings: Max/Liz; Michael/Maria; Isabel/Kyle; a little Isabel/Alex (Yes he's dead. You'll have to read to find out.)
Summary: Six years ago, the Pod Squad left Roswell. Now, they think it's safe for them to come home. What will Roswell be like six years later?
Chapter Title: Prologue
Chapter Teaser: "My name is Maria DeLuca, and six years ago, I disappeared. Today, it's time for me to go home. For all of us to go home."
It was six years ago when Liz wrote her final journal entry. Since then, I guess I've become the writer in the traveling band of aliens. My name is Maria DeLuca, and six years ago, I disappeared. Today, it's time for me to go home. For all of us to go home. We're not sure what to expect there, but we know that everything has changed. We're not sure how much it's changed, but we know that it has.
The most important change, at least in our lives, is the reason we can finally go home. They've stopped looking for us. We haven't even seen an FBI agent in two years, so we figure that it's safe to go home. Space Boy sure is happy about that one. So am I. It means that we can start over. We can see our families again. Even though we don't know what we're going home to, we know that we're finally going home.
In my mind, it means that we can see Alex again, tell him all about the last six years. I mean, sure, I know he's been with us in spirit, but it'll be good to actually sit somewhere concrete and tell him about it. Even if the concrete place happens to be his grave.
What else has changed?
Well, Liz has changed for one thing. She's no longer Liz Parker. Now she's Liz Evans. And she happens to be seven months pregnant. I cannot wait to be an aunt. I think that Max is pretty happy about that news, the thought of being a father to a baby he can actually keep this time. I think that's part of the reason we're going home. Liz misses her family, now that she's starting her own.
Kyle finally made the jump from human to hybrid... at least that's what we think it is. Hybrid aliens, what we've all turned into. Oh wait, sorry I didn't mean to talk about that part yet. Let me update you on Kyle Valenti first.
Kyle has powers now. Yes, folks, you read that right. Kyle Valenti is now a card carrying member of the Pod Squad. His transformation though, not as scary as Liz's. Because he knew it was coming and he prepared himself, that and no one thought he was dying. So what can Kyle do? The usual manipulation of molecular structures of course, that's a given. He also really loves his Tabasco sauce. I mean really, who doesn't?
Of topic again, right.
Anyway, Liz sees the future. Kyle, he reads thoughts. And let me tell you, that is annoying. Especially when he tells me and Space Boy to stop thinking so loudly about one another and our sex lives. No one told him that he had to listen!
Now let's move onto Isabel. First, I'm sad to say that she and Jesse didn't make it through the separation. It started out right before Kyle got his super creepy mind reading powers. We all got a hotel room under fake identities (such is life on the run, don't give me that look.) They had to share a bed and they kissed. Isabel felt guilty, from what everyone was saying. But Kyle got a flash, blah blah blah. We all know how that goes.
It took three months for Isabel to tell Jesse what happened. We made a special trip to Boston. It was the first time that Kyle's powers kicked in. I think this was a year or two after we left Roswell. Isabel was about to tell him when Kyle punched him in the nose. Apparently, Jesse had been cheating on Isabel as well.
Guess absence really doesn't make the heart grow fonder.
They didn't technically divorce for awhile, not until we were sure it was safe for legal documents with Isabel's name to go through the legal system. The divorce finalized last month. Since then, Isabel and Kyle have been together and pretty happy. He knows that he'll never be Alex, but he's okay with that. He can hear her thinking about him enough to know that her one true love died when we were all in high school.
Enough about Isabel and Kyle, ready for the juicy stuff.
Time to hear about me and Space Boy... or Michael Guerin as I occasionally call him. Well, when I'm not calling him my fiancé. Yeah, I'm getting married. Not until I can tell my mother though. I have to be able to tell her, and I want her to walk me down the aisle and give me away. I've been engaged for three years now.
Michael is doing pretty fine lately. Not only does he have the hottest fiance around, he also got back in contact with his... I guess we decided on sister. Laurie DuPree. He and Laurie have been in contact for going on two years. We spent six months at her place, all six of us. She's doing pretty good. We promised to write her when we got settled back in Roswell.
One last thing, remember how I said all six of us have powers now. The story behind that is probably important. Otherwise, I'm going to do something with powers and you're going to look all confused, kind of like you're looking right now.
It was my twenty-first birthday, about three years after we left Roswell. We all went to this backwoods bar to celebrate and go figure, I died. I don't remember much about it, just that there was a fight and thankfully, no guns. Michael pretended to be an EMT and said he'd take me to the ambulance. The locals seemed satisfied with that.
One year ago, I got powers. I'm not really too fond of my powers, because it's a little too Sixth Sense. I can talk to dead people. I can see dead people. I'm pretty sure, if I try hard enough, I can bring dead people back to life. But that scares the crap out of me, so I don't think I ever want to try that. I'm not the biggest fan of zombie movies. Plus, I've seen what happened on Buffy when they did that. I don't think so. No way, no day.
Instead, I'm just looking forward to talking to Alex.
Because the deal with my power is I have to be either where they were killed or by their grave. Once, I got a hold of my dead grandma by touching her locket, but that was only once.
So that's what you've missed in the last six years. Time to leave the past, leave the running, and go home. Think you can keep up?
Author's Note: Please leave comments, telling me if you love it or hate it. I'm hoping to have a minimum of a chapter a week. So leave those comments and come back soon for the rest of this story.