Rating:PG – R
Disclaimer:
Roswell, and it's characters do not belong to me. Melinda Metz, Jason Katims
and 20th Century Fox have that particular pleasure. I'm simply borrowing them
until the Season 2 DVD's get here.
Author's Note:
Thanks to everyone who read Love Changes Everything, and made it such
a success. I really enjoyed re-writing Season 2. I wasn't planning on doing a
sequel, and yet, here I am, laptop open, typing frantically. Please bear with
me as I figure out where this story is supposed to go.
Prologue
It's all about time. Time heals all wounds, they
say, but does it really? Because I don't feel healed. Sure, we're safe. There
never was any special unit, and Tess is gone, but at what cost? Alex is alive,
but my baby is dead.
I won't say that the past year and a half was easy. Ava took Tess' place at
school. It was hard to hear the teachers and students call her Tess, in fact,
it was horrible. But we just kept calling her Ava, and eventually, people
picked up on it, no questions asked. The hardest thing for me, for all of us
was knowing that we were married. I was married to Max Evans, but couldn't tell
my parents. How would I even be able to explain it? We had to go back to
'dating', and saying good night at my front door, but it didn't change the fact
that the Granolith had bound us together, forever.
Isabel had planned to graduate early, but after everything that happened,
she decided to graduate with the rest of us. Maria and Ava struggled to get
Michael to attend classes, and he managed to squeak by as well.
We were entering a new chapter in our lives. It was time to leave Roswell,
but I didn't want to go. How could I leave the place where my baby had been
conceived, and died? And yet, how could I stay? I couldn't tell my parents that
I didn't want to go away to college any longer. But the truth was, I didn't. I
didn't want to go away, and I didn't want to stay. There were times when I
didn't even want to live.
But as with so many other things, I didn't have a choice, and live I did.
Max and Maria dragged me through our senior year activities, including the
prom, SAT's, and college applications. They didn't understand, nobody did. I
just didn't care anymore.
Now it is time to start a new chapter in my life. Everything is packed, Max
is picking me up tomorrow and we are leaving for college. Our parents accepted
the inevitable; we were going to the same school. Isabel and Alex were going
east to New York City, along with Michael and Maria. Isabel and Alex were both
going to college, and Maria was going to pursue her singing career. Michael
didn't have a clue what he was going to do. He was just kind of floundering
aimlessly. Kyle and Ava were planning on traveling for a year before deciding
what to do next. Ava missed out on a lot, living the way she did, and Kyle
wanted to do whatever he could to make it up to her. She'll be fine; they'll
all be fine.
Liz closed her journal and slipped it into her backpack. She looked around her
room. It looked so strange. All of the little knickknacks that made it her room
were packed, and in the trailer that was hitched to the back of Max's car.
"Liz, Liz honey, Max is here," her mother yelled from downstairs.
Liz ignored her mother and climbed out the window and onto her private rooftop
patio. She walked over to the brick wall, and passed her hand over the bricks.
The heart with ME LP appeared. Liz looked first at it, and then at the spot
where she and Max had cemented their relationship, and conceived their child.
"Liz, are you ready?" Max asked, sticking his head through the window. "We
really need to get going before it gets any later."
"Yeah, sure, I'm ready," said Liz. She passed her hand over the bricks again
and extinguished the glowing letters. "Max, do we have to leave? Why can't we
just stay here?"
"Stay here and do what, Liz, mourn? We have to get on with our lives."
"Yeah, so you keep telling me," Liz said bitterly. "Fine, let's go."
She pushed past him and climbed through the window and grabbed her backpack.
Liz stopped and took one last look around the room of her childhood, then
turned, and walked out the door.
