Notes: I am slowly re-writing this story, because my god there were great big stinking holes in it. Hell I repeated myself several times.

Word count: 2481


The Crashdown had been closed for the last hour. After a fair amount of begging on her part Liz had managed to get permission from her parents to use the Crashdown as an after hours meeting place for her friends. Friends that were now ten minutes late. She was giving serious thought to walking away from the meeting before it could even begin, but changed her mind almost immediately.

She got up from her seat in order to get a coffee, but was stopped from from completing that task when the sight of a white envelope on the door mat caught her attention. The more sensible part of her knew that picking up the envelope was bad idea, but as always her curiosity won out.

She was turning the envelope over in her hands when her late friends walked into the Crashdown.

"Liz." Max asked the concern for his ex-girlfriend obvious in the one word he spoke. He knew from the way Liz's eyebrows knitted together in concentration that something was bothering her.

"I found this envelope on the mat." Liz said as she followed the others to a booth that was commonly known as there's.

"Whose it from." Tess asked

Ignoring Tess and biting her lip to point out that she had yet to open the envelope she instead asked. "Why isn't Kyle with you."

"He has the flu and the sheriff has confined him to the house." Tess said

"Are you going to read the letter." Maria asked

"I'm not sure I want to know what someone has taken the time to write. I get the feeling that this is one of those things I should ignore." Liz said

"You can still read the letter and ignore it later." Maria said even though she knew that it wasn't the truth. She just wanted to know what was in the letter.

Without uttering another word Liz took the letter out of the envelope and began to read.

Liz.

Whiskey, hell any alcohol numbs the pain I feel if I drink enough of it. Whiskey is beginning to fill the aching part of my soul. The part that always sings with pain whenever I'm near you or Max. I've been trying to write this letter for three months now. This is the first time I have managed to write more than one sentence. My hand is shaking so much as I write this letter. I could say it was due to my new found love of alcohol but that's only part of my problem. I'm so fucking scare of a future I can never have or know.

I need to tell you some things about my life. Its just hard to find the right words.

You sacrificed so much for Max. You gave him your heart and he ripped it to pieces. He took that sweet innocence you had and tarnished it. He changed you in ways that can never be erased. After everything that Max has done to you you still look at him with love in your eyes, I'm not sure if that is something you should be pitied or admired for.

You should never had agreed with future Max's plans to break up you and present Max. You should have told him to fuck off, but you have never been able to tell Max no. The plan was a raging success, but the results were dire for me. You need to tell Max what really happened that night. Despite how much I hate him you need to tell him the truth.

Maxwell Evans leader of the so-called Royal Four. A king of a distant planet that no one really cares or gives a shit about. His destined to bring peace to a plant that will always blame him for the mistakes of Zan. He has three people who look to him for leadership he is ill-equipped to provide. What can a 17 year old know about being a leader? I bet he has days when he doesn't want to be that leader. He most probably craves normal like most people crave chocolate.

I can't blame the contents of this letter on the whiskey I've drank, its just an excuse. All it does is numb the pain for a while, but when I'm sober the pain comes back ten fold. Whiskey makes that itchy, skin tingling feeling I get whenever I'm near you or Max fade into the background.

So what is this big secret tearing me apart.

I'm not human. Well technically I'm half human and the other part of me is alien. My dad is the alien and my mom is the human. My parents had a marriage that lasted just long enough to produce me. When I was just a month old my parents sent me back in time to 1983, for what purposes I don't know. It could be that I failed to meet there expectations of a son or they just didn't love me enough to want to keep me. I know who my real parents are because I received these flashes when I was 15. It freaked me out in ways you will never be able to comprehend. To discover that your not who you thought you were is soul destroying.

My parents are the same age as me. They go to the same high school as me, but they don't even know I exist. Liz your my mom and Max is my dad. You can't know what its like to discover that the man you hate is your dad. It took me a good few months to accept you both as my parents, but it hasn't'; changed how I feel about Max. I still hate him and that is never going to change just because we share DNA. You changed my future Liz. You changed the time line I was born into. Future Max never told you about me. Maybe it was because the asshole figured I just wasn't important enough to mention. Maybe, the loss of a son is unimportant when compared to the loss of millions. Well fuck that, I deserve to Live. I deserve to have a full life. Now that Max and the Ice blond pixie bitch are a couple its a foregone conclusion I won't be born. I can't cling onto that vain hope that everything will work out it in the end any more and I blame Max for that.

So why am still alive? Why haven't I faded away into nothingness?

The time line is still adjusting to the massive change you made. Its a paradox. Put in simple words in two months time when I should have been born I will no longer exist. The time line will have adjusted. Don't worry Liz when that happens no one will remember me. There will be nothing to remember. I will just fade out of existence.

I don't want to die Liz. I want to be selfish and live to see my 18th birthday. I want to have my first legal beer when I'm 21. I want to grow old. I want to do so many things but I just don't have the time. Liz tell me Max how you really feel about him. Max ask Liz out on a date. Enjoy the life you should be having. As for Tess point her in the nearest direction of busy freeway and make damn sure she walks into an oncoming truck. Trust me no one will miss her.

Liz I'm sorry that I could never tell you or Max this in person. Lets be honest you never would have believed a word of it. I've thought about going on vacation for a few weeks. I don't want to live my last two months miserable and stuck in Roswell. I want to see more of a world that will just no longer exist for me in two months.

Liz finished reading the letter and a few minutes she sat in silence no one around her uttered a word. They were all trying to adsorb what they had just heard. Liz was desperately trying to think of who else knew about the plan future Max had asked her to carry out. She immediately thought of Kyle but quickly dismissed him. Kyle was her ex-boyfriend there was no way he could be her son.

"Who wrote the letter." Max asked interrupting the silence that had descended amongst them.

"Its unsigned." Liz said. Trying to hold back the tears. She didn't want anyone to see her being so badly affected by the letter.

"Liz, honey its okay." Maria said

"How can it be okay. I've condemned my son son to death. Why didn't he tell me who he was."Liz said upset that the son she had never known about and now would never get that chance to know was dying.

"Maybe he thought it was for the best." maria suggested

"How can it be for the best. My son is dying and that shouldn't be happening. None of this should." Liz said

"Maybe ... any other words that Maria would have spoken were cut off when Liz's cellphone began to ring. Without asking she reached inside Liz's apron pocket and took out the ringing cellphone. She then flipped it open and said. "Liz's phone, maria speaking."

"Maria is kyle there." Jim asked in no mood to start a conversation with the scatty teenager. He wanted to find out where his son had gone.

"He isn't here, but Tess told us he was in bed with the flu." Maria said unconcerned with Kyle's whereabouts as it had nothing to do with the current situation. Kyle was a problem she didn't want.

"I want to check on him, but his not there. He shouldn't be out in his condition." Jim said

"Have you checked his wardrobe." Maria asked because it really wouldn't surprise her if Kyle had left Roswell without telling anyone. It would just be typical selfish act that Kyle would pull.

"Its been cleared out. Do you have any idea where he might have gone." Jim asked.

"No, but maybe its a good thing he has gone. Kyle wasn't happy in Roswell." Maria said. She knew that what she was saying wasn't what the sheriff wanted or needed to hear but it was the truth.

"If he drops by the Crashdown keep him there. I need to talk to my son." Jim said silently reminding himself that Maria was still a teenager, She was therefore going to be awkward and insensitive to all adults she spoke to.

"Yeah." Maria said as she snapped the cellphone shut and refocus her attention on the conversation going on around her. It took a few seconds to realize that they had all stopped talking and they were now looking at her.

"Who was on the phone." Isabel asked

"The sheriff. Kyle has left home and neglected to tell his dad." Maria said

"Why would he leave and not tell anyone." Liz asked concerned that her friend could leave without a word to anyone.

"Who knows." Maria said

"We have to find him." Liz said refocusing her attention on Kyle leaving Roswell. She knew that it would be next to impossible to find her son and that was to painful to contemplate. Kyle was someone she could help.

Maria wanted to tell Liz that looking for her son was a hell of a lot more important that helping a friend but she couldn't. It was obvious that Liz was using Kyle as a distraction. "He could come here to say goodbye. You know he still has a soft spot for you."

No sooner had those words left her mouth kyle walked into the Crashdown. Kyle looked like he was two steps away from death. It was at that moment she felt guilty for her early thoughts on kyle. Maybe he did have a good reason for leaving Roswell, When Kyle came to a stop by the table, without even thinking about the total insensitivity of it she said. "You look like shit."

"You look like a throw back the 60's." Kyle snapped.

"You...

"Don't start Maria. I'm not in the mood to hear about your lifestyle choice. I just came here to say goodbye to Liz." Kyle said.

"I hope your going far away Valenti." Michael snapped. The only thing that had stopped him from knocking Kyle on his ass when he had insulted Maria, was Maxwell's hand on his leg.

With a laugh that held no real emotion he replied. "Roswell has outgrown its usefulness, I need to see more of the world and I'm never going to achieve that by staying her."

"what about high school." Liz asked as unnoticed to her and everyone else Maria managed to flip open the cellphone and dial the sheriffs number.

"What's the point in a high school education if I'm never going to use it. Everyone from our teachers to this entire town's population thinks I will fall at the first hurdle life throws at me. I've heard people call me a dumb jock whose main brain is in his pants. People expect me to become a crazy alcohol who talks about his days on the high school football team, because that was the only time he was successful at anything. By leaving Roswell I could still be that old man, but I'll never know if I don't leave." Kyle said

Liz thought about telling Kyle that everyone held him in high regard, but that would be a lie. Instead she pasted on a bright smile and asked. "Is there any place special you want to go."

"I've always wanted to see Miami." Kyle said as the sound of the Crashdown's door opening and closing caught his attention. He didn't have to turn around to know it was his dad. He knew that maria had called his dad. He had heard the distinctive sound of cellphone being opened and buttons being pressed.

"Son you should still be in bed." Jim said not wanting to ask his son why he had to leave the house without a word. He didn't want to know what could drive his normally well balanced son to do something like that. He just wanted to get his son back home where he belonged.

"Why." Kyle asked

"You have the flu." Jim calmly replied instinctively knowing that this was one of those times when Kyle would be attempting to push everyone one of his buttons.

"I don't have the flu. What I have can't be fixed by staying in bed for a few days. Why don't we go back to the house and tell you why." Kyle said as he stepped away from the table, took hold of his dads arm and walked out of the Crashdown with him.