A/N: I've been having a lot of Roswell related ideas lately and I just randomly started working on this one. The question that started it all: The Royal Four have lived before...so what if they lived again? Though I'm writing this as a fanfiction, it's mostly a fleshing out for a potential actual novel, so feedback would be greatly appreciated.

The Prologues - Michael and Raya

He had had this dream before.

It was the definition of surreal watching the little boy run towards him, all wide smiles, chubby cheeks, and wavy blond hair as he threw himself forward – threw himself into Michael's open arms.

"Daddy!" the joyful cry never failed to elicit a reaction – a strange mixture of awe and bitterness that had him marveling as he stared into the deep brown eyes of his son.

"He missed you." He didn't turn – didn't want to and didn't need to. He knew the speaker, had seen her often enough that he didn't have to see her to know what she looked like.

"He's grown." Even as he made the statement he was struck by its truthfulness – in a strange parody of reality the little boy seemed to age just a little bit with each reoccurrence.

"Children have a tendency to that," she teased, the rustle of clothe the only warning he had before she was there, standing in front of him, reaching for the child in his arms.

He flinched away from her, arms tightening slightly around the little boy, and act she bore with familiar patience as she continued to reach forward, the little boy happily abandoning his father for his mother.

"Who are you?" Michael asked for the hundredth time as he stared into the hazel eyes of the statuesque blond – the furthest image from his wife as she could get.

"You know," she stated simply in reply, smiling slightly at him before widening her grin and turning her attention to their son. "Daddy just needs a little more time, doesn't he? Yes he does! Yes he does!"

The little boy giggled, finding absolute delight in his mother's tone, but even as Michael felt his heart skip at the sound, a scowl was forming on his face.

"Look –"

"It's not time yet," she interrupted, her smile dropping into a sad parody as she settled their son on her hip and turned her gaze to him. "You just have to be patient a little bit longer. You'll find the answers you seek soon, I promise."

He gritted his teeth, fighting back his snappish reply, partially for the sake of the child, partially because he couldn't bring himself to be cruel to this strangely familiar woman.

"I miss you," she stated with a sad smile. He was struck speechless by that smile – the absolute longing it contained, the way it seemed to make her sad eyes all the more heartbreaking. She reached up and he instinctively jerked back, away from her hand – and fell, eyes wide with surprise as his back met with open air and he continued to travel down and down until –

His eyes jerked open, his breath coming in harsh pants, his hand instinctively reaching out to grasp at the warm body next to him.

Raya was already awake, pulling herself closer until she was settled in his arms, her head resting on his chest as his arms wrapped completely around her.

"You had the dream again," she stated, listening to the rapid fire beat of his heart.

"Yes," he replied, fully awake now as he stared up at the ceiling.

"Has anything changed?"

"He's gotten older," Michael stated dumbly and without thought, wincing as Raya's fingers dug ever so slightly into his chest, an involuntary reaction to the wonder and awe in his tone and an unintentional reminder of things better left forgotten.

"And her? What did she say this time?"

"She told me she missed me," he replied. "And that I'd have my answers soon."

"Do you believe her?" Raya tilted her head back so she was looking up at him and he sighed, running his free hand over his short hair before looking down at her.

"Yes," he finally stated. "I do."

They stared at each other for a long moment before Raya turned her head away, her gaze going to the window next to their bed. The curtains were closed but she could almost see what was on the other side.

"Then we'd better get busy. We don't have much time left."

"No," Michael agreed, his grip tightening on her once more, his thoughts racing as a new determination set in. "We don't."

A/N: The general format is going to be what I'm calling 'waves' - miniture tidbits going into each persons life. I didn't want to include them all in one chapter because that would mean creating massive chapters and quite frankly I don't have the time for that right now (see all the other fics I haven't updated in forever). Each chapter will be between 200 and 800 words. Generally I'm thinking there will be eight chapters per wave but that'll probably lessen as the story grows.

This isn't conventional couples (that I know of) so don't get your expectations raised. I'd appreciate feedback and honest criticisms, so review please.