Title: Prodigal
Summary: Crossover between Roswell and Dark Angel. Read to find out the rest!
Disclaimer: You know the drill: I Don't own, you don't sue (its not like I have anything you'd want anyway.)
Author's Note: Okay, this is a post-pulse story. Everything in Roswell has happened except it's happened in 2020. Alex is alive, Tess is still there, Liz/Max, Michael/Maria, Max/Logan. So basically it's season 3 for Roswell and Season 2 for Dark Angel (after Harbor Lights). And yes, there is a virus, but we'll see what we can do about that. Okay, since there are two Max's in this story, Roswell Max will be in Italics, for the sake of non-confusion. This is my first posted story, so read and review!
And now, onto our scheduled fanfic...
Part 1: Once Upon a Laughter
Seattle, Washington
"Who's that?" Logan studied the picture in the newspaper that Max was examining carefully.
"Oh, no one in particular. Just someone I thought I knew."
Flash: Max and the other X-5s are in the woods, running from Manticore. One of the girls is shot by a guard and goes down, leaving a trail of hot red blood in the snow. "Nat!" Max cries out to the girl, and starts to turn around, only to be pulled back by Zack. "We have to go on! There's nothing we can do for her." Max looks back to see a little figure motionless and slumped on the ground. On the back of her neck is a barcode.
"But it isn't her." The finality of the statement was clear, Logan knew not to question her any further.
Roswell, New Mexico
Maria cursed, her lazy best friend had fallen asleep. "Liz. Liz! Come on Liz! I'm about two seconds away from pouring a glass of water down your back!"
"Mmmm, Leave me alone, `Ria. I don't feel good." Grumbled a groggy Liz.
"No. Way. Your dad wanted this place spotless by the time he got back. That was two hours ago! It's like midnight! You know he'll be back here soon, and with one look at this mess he'll ground you and fire me! You pick this of all times to sleep?!"
"Just give me five more seconds. After all, it's not my fault that dad had to hire the Crashdown out for a party!"
"Okay, but I warn you Lizzie, I'm gonna start playing with your hair!" Maria new that would do the trick; Liz hated people playing with her hair, and adamantly refused to let anyone touch her hair and neck. Maria scooped some of Liz's long, flowing brown hair off of her neck, and as she did, she gave a startled jump backwards. Liz had a tattoo. Liz, her very best friend in the entire world, the Liz that told her everything, had a tattoo on her neck. A tattoo of a barcode, no less. As she leaned down to look closer at it, Liz whipped around, and, with lightning reflexes Maria never knew Liz had, grabbed her wrist.
"What are you doing?" Liz asked, looking extremely angry with her best friend.
"Oh, don't try to `what are you doing' me!" yelled Maria, equally as angry. "I saw it, I saw your tattoo! Liz, how could you not tell me you had one? I'm your best friend! When did you get it? Why? What is it?"
"Whoa, slow down, `Ria, your ahead of yourself. I wanted to tell you. I meant to tell you. I got it when you where going through that whole `bad girl' stage. You know how you got that fake nose ring and lied to Max and Michael about where we were going? I decided to take it a step further and get a tattoo. It was a spur of the moment thing, and the next thing I know, we're off in the woods and back to being the devoted girlfriends. I guess I was embarrassed. I mean, it isn't very characteristic of me. I haven't even told Max, I just figured that I'd get it removed before anyone noticed."
"Wow. I didn't mean to get all bitchy with you back there, it's just I figured that if anyone was to get a tattoo, it'd be me."
"Yeah, I'm sorry I didn't tell you, it's just that I didn't want to make a big deal about it, you know? But you have to promise not to tell anyone about it, `kay?"
"I'm your girl. But you might want to tell Max about it. Who knows? He might find it incredibly sexy. I'm surprised he hasn't found it already, what with you two getting all hot and heavy in the eraser room."
"Yeah, well, he hasn't seen it yet, and I don't plan for him to. It might ruin my perfect `good girl' image. Anyway, it was just a crazy thing done in a moment of weakness. Can you imagine my dad seeing it? He'd totally flip!"
"My lips are sealed. Just one question before I go and clean up the mess that those pigs made in the front room...Why a barcode?"
"Oh, you know me and my love of all things mathematical. I guess I figured that barcodes stand for numbers, and since um, I guess it was because I like numbers so much or something...May I re-mention that this was a split second decision?"
"Yeah, whatever you say, number girl." Maria muttered as she walked out of the room, rolling her eyes at her somewhat nerdy best friend.
Liz gave a sigh of relief. She thought the time of lies was over, she no longer had to explain to her parents why she had run away from her `orphanage', no longer had to lie about who she was or where she came from. Anyway, Maria seemed to have bought the whole `moment of weakness' story.
The point is that I'm not Nat any more. I'm Liz. I have a whole new life here and no-ones going to mess it up. All Manticore has is a cold trail--I've been here ten years and they have nothing to go on. Nothing at all. X5-391 doesn't exist anymore.
It was then that Liz's eyes fell to the back page of the U.S. newspaper. She hadn't seen a newspaper in the while, Roswell had stopped publishing one after the pulse, and the national one's where extremely hard to get...not to mention extremely expensive to publish in. Yet there, on the back page, right under the birthday announcement of some rich 10-year-old named Cindy-Lou, was her picture. Small, but there none the less. A profile of her, with her hair pulled back, as it so rarely was. On the edge of her neck, visible only to her enhanced vision, Liz could see a set of lines. A barcode. Under the picture, the caption read: "Lizzie, our sweet baby, we took you into our home 10 years ago as a skinny little girl with her hair shaved off, only to see you now, more beautiful than ever. We love you and just wanted to thank you for the ten wonderful years you've given us."
Right then, at that moment, Liz knew. The time of laughter was over. The safety net was gone. They would find her, and when they did, she didn't want to know what they would do to her...
Roswell, New Mexico
Flash:
The van pulled up to the girl walking alone on the highway. A couple in their mid-thirties steps out. The woman talks to the girl in a sweet voice, as though she's talking to someone with a learning disability. "What's your name, sweetie?"
"Na-`' No, she could not tell them her real name. Nat looked around, at the abandoned highway. Her eyes caught a billboard of Liz Claiborne. "Liz. My name is Liz."
"Where are your parents?" Nat looked at the two adults who were questioning her in singsong voices, as though talking to a baby. They didn't look to smart, but seemed nice enough, and could be just what she needed: a family. A family would through off the Manticore agents; they would be looking for little kids who were all alone. They wouldn't look for kids who belonged to someone. Putting on her best con-artist smile, Liz said in a young and innocent voice, "I don't have parents. They died 5 years ago. I've been in an orphanage." Wait--even bad orphanages have records--the only records I have are made out to X5-391...Not exactly convenient. "Uhhh, it was a Mexican orphanage. My parents and I were on a vacation there when they died. It was a really bad orphanage, and they, uh, abused us. So I ran away. Am I in the U.S. yet?" she tried her best to look confused. The adults looked at each other in alarm. "It's okay, sweet heart, you're in America now, we'll try and work
something out. Just get in the car. We'll take care of you."
Authors Note: To anyone still reading: This is my first fic, so please review!! I'll have another chapter out tomarro!
Summary: Crossover between Roswell and Dark Angel. Read to find out the rest!
Disclaimer: You know the drill: I Don't own, you don't sue (its not like I have anything you'd want anyway.)
Author's Note: Okay, this is a post-pulse story. Everything in Roswell has happened except it's happened in 2020. Alex is alive, Tess is still there, Liz/Max, Michael/Maria, Max/Logan. So basically it's season 3 for Roswell and Season 2 for Dark Angel (after Harbor Lights). And yes, there is a virus, but we'll see what we can do about that. Okay, since there are two Max's in this story, Roswell Max will be in Italics, for the sake of non-confusion. This is my first posted story, so read and review!
And now, onto our scheduled fanfic...
Part 1: Once Upon a Laughter
Seattle, Washington
"Who's that?" Logan studied the picture in the newspaper that Max was examining carefully.
"Oh, no one in particular. Just someone I thought I knew."
Flash: Max and the other X-5s are in the woods, running from Manticore. One of the girls is shot by a guard and goes down, leaving a trail of hot red blood in the snow. "Nat!" Max cries out to the girl, and starts to turn around, only to be pulled back by Zack. "We have to go on! There's nothing we can do for her." Max looks back to see a little figure motionless and slumped on the ground. On the back of her neck is a barcode.
"But it isn't her." The finality of the statement was clear, Logan knew not to question her any further.
Roswell, New Mexico
Maria cursed, her lazy best friend had fallen asleep. "Liz. Liz! Come on Liz! I'm about two seconds away from pouring a glass of water down your back!"
"Mmmm, Leave me alone, `Ria. I don't feel good." Grumbled a groggy Liz.
"No. Way. Your dad wanted this place spotless by the time he got back. That was two hours ago! It's like midnight! You know he'll be back here soon, and with one look at this mess he'll ground you and fire me! You pick this of all times to sleep?!"
"Just give me five more seconds. After all, it's not my fault that dad had to hire the Crashdown out for a party!"
"Okay, but I warn you Lizzie, I'm gonna start playing with your hair!" Maria new that would do the trick; Liz hated people playing with her hair, and adamantly refused to let anyone touch her hair and neck. Maria scooped some of Liz's long, flowing brown hair off of her neck, and as she did, she gave a startled jump backwards. Liz had a tattoo. Liz, her very best friend in the entire world, the Liz that told her everything, had a tattoo on her neck. A tattoo of a barcode, no less. As she leaned down to look closer at it, Liz whipped around, and, with lightning reflexes Maria never knew Liz had, grabbed her wrist.
"What are you doing?" Liz asked, looking extremely angry with her best friend.
"Oh, don't try to `what are you doing' me!" yelled Maria, equally as angry. "I saw it, I saw your tattoo! Liz, how could you not tell me you had one? I'm your best friend! When did you get it? Why? What is it?"
"Whoa, slow down, `Ria, your ahead of yourself. I wanted to tell you. I meant to tell you. I got it when you where going through that whole `bad girl' stage. You know how you got that fake nose ring and lied to Max and Michael about where we were going? I decided to take it a step further and get a tattoo. It was a spur of the moment thing, and the next thing I know, we're off in the woods and back to being the devoted girlfriends. I guess I was embarrassed. I mean, it isn't very characteristic of me. I haven't even told Max, I just figured that I'd get it removed before anyone noticed."
"Wow. I didn't mean to get all bitchy with you back there, it's just I figured that if anyone was to get a tattoo, it'd be me."
"Yeah, I'm sorry I didn't tell you, it's just that I didn't want to make a big deal about it, you know? But you have to promise not to tell anyone about it, `kay?"
"I'm your girl. But you might want to tell Max about it. Who knows? He might find it incredibly sexy. I'm surprised he hasn't found it already, what with you two getting all hot and heavy in the eraser room."
"Yeah, well, he hasn't seen it yet, and I don't plan for him to. It might ruin my perfect `good girl' image. Anyway, it was just a crazy thing done in a moment of weakness. Can you imagine my dad seeing it? He'd totally flip!"
"My lips are sealed. Just one question before I go and clean up the mess that those pigs made in the front room...Why a barcode?"
"Oh, you know me and my love of all things mathematical. I guess I figured that barcodes stand for numbers, and since um, I guess it was because I like numbers so much or something...May I re-mention that this was a split second decision?"
"Yeah, whatever you say, number girl." Maria muttered as she walked out of the room, rolling her eyes at her somewhat nerdy best friend.
Liz gave a sigh of relief. She thought the time of lies was over, she no longer had to explain to her parents why she had run away from her `orphanage', no longer had to lie about who she was or where she came from. Anyway, Maria seemed to have bought the whole `moment of weakness' story.
The point is that I'm not Nat any more. I'm Liz. I have a whole new life here and no-ones going to mess it up. All Manticore has is a cold trail--I've been here ten years and they have nothing to go on. Nothing at all. X5-391 doesn't exist anymore.
It was then that Liz's eyes fell to the back page of the U.S. newspaper. She hadn't seen a newspaper in the while, Roswell had stopped publishing one after the pulse, and the national one's where extremely hard to get...not to mention extremely expensive to publish in. Yet there, on the back page, right under the birthday announcement of some rich 10-year-old named Cindy-Lou, was her picture. Small, but there none the less. A profile of her, with her hair pulled back, as it so rarely was. On the edge of her neck, visible only to her enhanced vision, Liz could see a set of lines. A barcode. Under the picture, the caption read: "Lizzie, our sweet baby, we took you into our home 10 years ago as a skinny little girl with her hair shaved off, only to see you now, more beautiful than ever. We love you and just wanted to thank you for the ten wonderful years you've given us."
Right then, at that moment, Liz knew. The time of laughter was over. The safety net was gone. They would find her, and when they did, she didn't want to know what they would do to her...
Roswell, New Mexico
Flash:
The van pulled up to the girl walking alone on the highway. A couple in their mid-thirties steps out. The woman talks to the girl in a sweet voice, as though she's talking to someone with a learning disability. "What's your name, sweetie?"
"Na-`' No, she could not tell them her real name. Nat looked around, at the abandoned highway. Her eyes caught a billboard of Liz Claiborne. "Liz. My name is Liz."
"Where are your parents?" Nat looked at the two adults who were questioning her in singsong voices, as though talking to a baby. They didn't look to smart, but seemed nice enough, and could be just what she needed: a family. A family would through off the Manticore agents; they would be looking for little kids who were all alone. They wouldn't look for kids who belonged to someone. Putting on her best con-artist smile, Liz said in a young and innocent voice, "I don't have parents. They died 5 years ago. I've been in an orphanage." Wait--even bad orphanages have records--the only records I have are made out to X5-391...Not exactly convenient. "Uhhh, it was a Mexican orphanage. My parents and I were on a vacation there when they died. It was a really bad orphanage, and they, uh, abused us. So I ran away. Am I in the U.S. yet?" she tried her best to look confused. The adults looked at each other in alarm. "It's okay, sweet heart, you're in America now, we'll try and work
something out. Just get in the car. We'll take care of you."
Authors Note: To anyone still reading: This is my first fic, so please review!! I'll have another chapter out tomarro!