NEW YORK

PART 1

"No!" Maria screamed as she ran out of the kitchen. The Sheriff came out of the kitchen with a very grim expression on his face. "What is it, dad?" asked Kyle. "Alex is dead," the sheriff said softly.

Liz Parker woke with a start. All of that is over she thought. Tess killed him but now she is dead too, and Max's baby is safe. No reason to worry.

"Are you alright, Liz?" Max asked worriedly. "You had a nightmare."

"I'm fine, it was only a dream," she replied as they passed a sign that said "Welcome to Montana".

Later that day the gang stopped at a rest stop near the mountains. While Max went to get a map of Montana, Isabel noticed a man staring at them. "Michael, I think we need to get out of here, we're attracting attention." Michael saw the guy she referring to but didn't recognize him. When Max came back they all piled back into the van. When they were on the road Isabel said "Max, we need to disguise ourselves again. I know we just did it at the last rest stop but Michael and I just saw a guy who looked like he recognized us." Max pulled over. "What do you mean you think he recognized us, Iz? We are almost as far from Roswell as we can get without leaving the country. How can the Special Unit still be tracking us?"

"That's the thing, Maxwell, I don't think he was FBI."

"What are you talking about Michael? If he wasn't FBI then why did he recognize us? You?" Maria asked.

That's the strange thing. I think I know him from before, you know before. From home." Michael said even more confused than ever.

"So, Michael is this guy good or evil?" asked Kyle.

"I think he's good. Like he's here to help us." Michael answered.

"Even so, I still think we need a change." Isabel said.

"I agree," said Max, "He could be anybody. I'm not taking a chance."

Max decided to rearrange the license plate numbers for what seemed like the 50th time on this journey while Isabel decided on a new color. After Isabel had decided on a royal blue color, and as Max and Isabel got back into the van Liz suddenly said, "How far are we planning on going anyway, Max?"

"As far as necessary," Max answered as he started the van.

How far were they planning on going? Max thought about Liz's words a few hours later. So far they had no plan. They were just going where the road took them. Eventually the road would stop and he had no idea where that would be. He knew they had to get as far away from Roswell as possible, though. I have to protect everyone, especially Liz and Isabel. They gave up the most to come with me, he thought looking at Liz then in the review mirror at his sister. I have to keep everyone safe, I'm the King, that's my job.

"Max. Max. MAX!" someone said.

"Huh," he replied breaking out of his thoughts.

"Max, pull over." Isabel said.

"Why, is something wrong"? he asked, instantly on his guard.

"Yes, Max something is wrong. You haven't slept in two days. You need a break."

"I'm fine, Iz. I don't need to sleep," he said gently.

"Maxwell, Isabel's right. You're a zombie."

"Michael, I'm fine. I don't need a rest, and besides where would we stop? We don't have any money."

"Max, please stop. One of us can drive," Isabel pleaded.

"No! I'm driving and that's final!"

Suddenly the van stopped and everyone looked at Michael who had his palm up facing the ignition. Max snapped around with fire in his eyes. Isabel sat there stunned as Maria and Liz exchanged glances. Kyle just watched.

"Get out of the car, Maxwell."

"Michael," Max began.

"Get out of the damn car, Maxwell. I'm second in command so if you die from exhaustion I become King. And I don't feel like being King anytime soon."

Max, finally admitting defeat, reluctantly got out of the car. He really did need a break. Michael also got out and into the drivers seat.

"Oh no," said Maria, "He can't drive. Every time he drives he fries the engine. At least he does in my car. I wouldn't be surprised if it is fried right now and won't work."

"Well," said Michael as the engine started, "That must just be in your car." He gave Maria a smirk then said, "So, where are we going anyway, Maxwell?"

"New York," answered Max as everyone stared at him in shock.

The beginning paragraph is not copywrited to me. It belongs to JasonKatims and those who created Roswell.