Title: The Space Between

Author: ella twain All characters belong to Jason Katims, FOX, UPN, Melinda Metz and respective others. All songs are property of the respective artists- a special note to DaveMatthews Band, who inspired the heartof this fanfiction.Some characters belong to me…that's right I created them. They are like my kids…well, not really but that sounds poetic doesn't it?

Category: Future Unconventional Couple Fan Fiction

Rating: PG-13, for language and a few sexual references.

Summary: It is nearly twenty years in the future. I have taken strong liberties with Season Two (And I mean STRONG LIBERTIES…) and Season Three- well that was just a horrid figment of someone's imagination, therefore IT DID NOT take place. And for my own sake of heart, Alex Whitman made it through Season Two as you will see.

Author's note: Written quite some time ago folks...and therefore I owe gratitude to Insane Roswell List where this was first posted, Nic- my dear Rosweillain buddy who would sit and listen patiently to my deep soulful passion about a certain UC couple and finally to all those who read this fic- thanks...Read and review.

PROLOGUE

Dear Journal,

"We will be friends forever, for what ever comes, the road always leads home- back here to our family and friends. Home is where the heart is." I, Liz Parker, former Valedictorian of West Roswell High, beloved daughter and once beloved friend, am a liar. Home is where the heart is- funny- but I am spouting off truths I no longer believe.

My "friends" have betrayed me and let me down- they have disappointed and accused me. I have been screamed at and reprimanded.

My feelings have been disregarded and thrown-away in many respects. I was laughed off as a crazy fool. But I knew I was right- I knew the truth.

You see Journal- Alex wasn't in Sweden. He was missing. And no one but me believed in that truth. Max yelled at me and then promptly ran into Tess' arms. Michael ignored me and pulled Maria with him. Isabel pretended I didn't exist. Even Sheriff Valenti and Kyle didn't want to hear my theories and ideas. I became alone in this mission- this search for the truth. Meanwhile things progressed between both Maria and Michael and Max and Tess. Tess eventually became pregnant with Max's child. So it turns out the one boy I loved in all the world gives himself to a girl I despise. My friends weren't talking to me- and before I knew it I had the truth in my hands and the Pod Squad was getting ready to bail.

What happened next? I found Alex. I found out Tess was mind warping him and others. I came to Max and the others with the truth and they had no choice but to believe me this time. The Graniolith was "shut down" in Max's rage and Tess left town with Max's unborn son in tow. But the damage had been done- the words had been said. And I- Liz Parker was alone.

The day I began this journal I would have never believed I would end it with such bitterness and hate. Hate for the people who I once believed I would love forever. How naive I am. People always called me innocent and inexperienced - and I always fought them- after all I knew of what was truly out there in the dark sands of Roswell, New Mexico. I had a deep dark and horrific secret; a secret that could kill and had killed before. I wasn't innocent or so I believed. Now, I see, maybe they were right-maybe they all saw the inevitable. I had been blinded and could not see it coming.

Is it possible to be friends with people who have abandon you? Counted you as nothing more than a crazy fool? I'm not sure where their lives will lead them. I'm not even sure if their plans include leaving Roswell. We haven't talked...we haven't spoken... we haven't seen each other in one year. A year of odd silent pauses, careful maneuvers of avoidance, and glances in different directions. I want to wish them the best- I want to be happy for what ever may come in their lives- but I can't.

If home is where the heart is- then where is my heart? Where am I? That scares me- each night- questioning: where is my heart? I know one thing; it is no longer in Roswell, New Mexico. The truth sets you free- and freedom is over-rated and misunderstood.

Nevertheless, I am seeking freedom, far away from the desert confines of Roswell, New Mexico. I, Liz Parker, tomorrow will board a jet plane, and leave Roswell once and for all and seek what ever I need to seek. Maybe, I need to seek faith- because I'm not sure if I believe in the truth anymore and God only knows where that will lead.

There's a song on the radio. It's funny because it's how I feel---and I wonder if this is how I will feel forever. Will I become what I am destined to be? Can that ever change?

I am Liz Parker and two years ago I died and Max Evans saved me, but now it is time for me to save myself.

THE SONG

You cannot quit me so quickly
There is no hope in you for me
No corner you could squeeze me
But I've got all the time for you love

The space between
The tears we cry is the laughter that keeps us coming back for more
The space between
The wicked lies we tell to keep us safe from the pain

Will I hold you again

These fickle fuddled words confuse me
Like will it rain today
We waste the hours with talking, talking
These twisted games we're playing

We're strange allies
With warring hearts
What a wild eyed beast you be

The space between
The wicked lies we tell that hope to keep us safe from the pain

Look at us spinning out in the madness of a roller coaster
You know you went off like the devil in the church
In the middle of a crowded room
All we can do my love
Is hope we don't take this ship down

The space between
Where you smile and hide
That's where you'll find me if I get to go

The space between
The bullets in our fire fight
Is where I'll be hiding waiting for you
The rain that falls
Splashed in your heart
Ran like sadness down the window into your room

The space between
Our wicked lies is
The hope to keep safe from pain

Take my hand
Cause we're walking out of here
Right out of here
Is all we need dear

The space between
What's wrong and right
Is where you'll find me hiding
Waiting for you

The space between
Your heart and mind
Is the space we'll fill with time

The space between
The tears we cry is the laughter keeps us coming back for more
The space between
Our wicked lies where we hope to keep safe from pain

The space between
The space between

Roswell, New Mexico

20 years later

The Crashdown was empty. For 40 years the Crashdown had served as the "hangout" for the small town of Roswell. It had been a gathering place for adults, teenagers, children, and tourists. It was, after all, the only place in the world where you could order a Will Smith Burger and Alien Blast- and still feel as if you weren't in a part of Disney World. Tears, laughter, pain, and joy- had been spent there- like money and change. Lives changed within the walls of the small cafe. And no one could deny- the town would not be the same without it. It had become a cornerstone for the small close-knit community. But its time had come- just as much as for the other once "popular" traveled tourist attractions to fade away and give into the new politically correct aspects of the world. Now, Roswell was nothing more than a pit-stop on the way to the ever over-populated California. The town was slowly dying and most of the residents realized that it wouldn't be long before their little town was another stop on tour bus--- "Visit Roswell, New Mexico - The Alien Ghost Town". The owners of the Crashdown were moving on as well. Longing to be closer to their daughter and her small family- they planned to move from the hot desert sands of New Mexico to the cold blustering winters of Maine. There was no choice; the Crashdown would be closed for the last time.