Disclaimer: This is a Young Hercules/Roswell crossover. I invented and own Bryn, Gordon, and Zandro. I do not own Liz, Max, Isabel, Tess, Michael, Maria, Hercules, Iolaus, Jason, Auto, Zan, Rath, Ava, Vilandra or anybody/anything from either 'Roswell' or 'Young Hercules'. This story was written for fun, the author is getting no money from it.
Author's note: This happens roughly after 'Max in the City' but before Alex dies in the Roswell world. This happens after the Young Hercules series, after Eurydice's fanfics "Time Switch" and "Switched Again", and after my 'The New Cadet Series'. This story can be read my itself, though it is preferable if you have seen some of 'Roswell' and/or 'Young Hercules'.
* signifies either thinking or emphesis on a certian word.
~~~~~ Chapter 1 ~~~~~
A woman in a long navy blue dress walked across her cluttered apartment and turned on the radio, which promptly obliged her by pumping out rock music. The tunes used to comfort her, but tonight she had the beginnings of a headache and the music wasn't helping. Suddenly angry for no reason, she grabbed a book off of the many shelves full of books around her apartment, and threw herself down into one of the two big chairs in the small living room. She tried to get into the story, but the usually enjoyable music was driving her insane. Her quick temper flared, and she threw the book at the stereo. As the book flew through the air, she stretched out her hand and an energy bolt sped from it, burning a hole through the book and hitting the stereo, blasting it into smitherines (and blessing silence). Instantly her anger faded and she regreted her rash and violent action. Her hand guestured and the peices of the stereo started floating and mending themselves together and the charred places on the book slowly shrank until they disappeared and the book was whole again. Then the floating book flew through the air to land in it's place on the shelf, and the stereo floated the same way to it's rightful place. Everything was back to normal.
Or was it?
The woman's hand touched her head and she realized that her headache was gone. She suddenly remembered what those headaches meant. "Not again!" she cried, racing to the front door. Opening it and looking out, she expected to see the dark stone walls of her father's temple, but instead there was a regular circa 2001 hotel door with the numbers 288 on it. She looked at her own door and saw the numbers 289 on it. *Wonderful. I've moved again.* She thought to herself.
Hearing a very high pitched noise, she re-entered her apartment and pulled a small wooden chest out from under a chair, and sat in the chair with the box on her lap. Opening the small chest, she reached a hand in and pulled out a green crystal that began to glow the moment she touched it. The noise had also stopped. As she put the chest back on the floor and cradled the crystal in her hands, an image started to appear on the surface of the crystal and she could hear a voice coming from it.
"Hello mother." The girl said to the image on the crystal.
"Greetings Gordon. I noticed that your apartment had dissappeared. Do you know where you are?"
"Haven't a clue." Gordon replied. "But I'll be sure to let you know when I do." Her mother's image smiled. "Thank you dear. I was so nice of Hephestus to make these two pieces of Cronos Stone into a telephone for us. Is Zandro there?"
Gordon felt a presence behind her and turned. There was a man with pale silvery hair that hung to his shoulders, a startling contrast from Gordon's waist long black/blue hair. He looked nineteen, but one glance in his eyes showed that he was hundreds of years old. He was wearing a white cloth shirt and light-tan leather pants. Gordon hadn't heard him approach, but that didn't surprise her. The man had learned a lot about moving quietly after spending years as a ghost. Gordon turned back to the crystal. "Yeah, Zan's here." She felt Zan standing behind her and looking over her shoulder. "Did you want to talk to him?" she asked her mother.
"No, I'm good." The woman in the image replied, Ares' temple in the background. "You two be careful until you find out what dimension you're in. Do you have a cover story for anybody who you come in contact with?"
"Yes, Bryn, we do." Zan answered.
"Then I guess I'd better let you two rest. Have fun."
"Tell father I said hi." Gordon said.
"I'll try, dear, but you know your father. If he's not starting a war then he's blasting Strife across the room. I'll try to see him before he plans to kill Herc again."
"Thanks mom." Gordon replied. Her mother gave a quick wave before the image disappeared. Gordon placed the crystal back in the chest and watched the light from within fade. She looked up to see Zan watching her, a worried frown on his face.
"Are you sure you're okay?" he queried.
Gordon nodded, "I'm sure I'm fine. I'm just getting over the headache that I get everytime we suddenly wind up in another dimension." It was part of my job anyway, she thought ruefully before yawning. "Maybe mom's right, we should get some rest."
Zan smiled and held out his hand. "Come here." She took his hand and in a flash of light they disappeared. A black cat, that some might swear was dark blue when the light touched it right, curled up on the chair where Gordon had been sitting. Where Zan had been, there was a white cat who promptly jumped up on the same chair and curled up next to the other cat, and they both fell asleep.
~~~~~
Dusk was just starting to fall as the last customer left, signaling the end of the business day. A brunette teenage waitress in a pale green dress started clearing away the dishes, the silver balls at the end of her antennae glittering and bouncing as she worked. *Just why did I agree to work in my parents' restaurant again this summer?* she thought as she was cleaning up the last remains of the Men-In-Black-berry pie from the table. This was just one of the many alien-themed tourist traps around in the small town of Roswell, New Mexico, but the family diner, 'The Crashdown', held many pleasant memories for her and her grumbling was only half-hearted. This was where, almost two years ago, she had been shot by accident and Max had healed her.
That was when her life changed forever. When she first learned that Max Evans, his sister Isabel, and his friend Michael were all aliens. Well, mostly. They are all hybrids, half-alien and half-human. Their alien halves were royalty on their home planet, but had been killed so they're cells had been mixed with human cells to 'reincarnate' the royal four. Max, whose name had been Zan in his 'last life', had been the king. Isabel was his sister and Michael was his trusted second. The fourth hybrid, Tess, had been his wife, the queen. Tess had only joined their group last year, just before they had learned about their past lives. The bell above the door of the restaurant rang as a tall teenage boy with short dark hair entered The Crashdown. *Well, speak of the devil* she thought, straightening up to give Max a smile. Max did have the look of a young king, and he had a regal air around him that almost reeked of quiet strength and manners, though she would never tell him that.
"Hey Liz." he greeted her and helped her take the dirty dishes to the kitchen. "How was the dinner rush?"
"Really good, actually." she answered, sticking the dishes in the dishwasher and turning it on. "What did you think of Mr. Larson's class?" Both juniors had several classes together during school, one of which being Mr. Larson's psychology class. Lately he had been teaching about how paranormal beliefs affected the human psyche. Today, and for the next month, they were going to be learning about different folklores and how they symbolized the talents and faults of the cultures that spawned them. This week was 'Greek Mythology Week', and it was interesting to learn how the Greeks had thought up a reason for everything from why winter came every year to why there were echoes.
"If you ask me," The cook, another teenage boy with medium-long brown hair combed back from his face, replied, "I think that the class is a waste of time. Who cares that Hades rules the underworld or that Hera is the queen of the gods?" Michael finished.
"True," interjected the other waitress, also a junior with long wavy blond hair and Liz's best friend, "You could get most of what's taught in the class just by watching an episode of Young Hercules." Maria finished arranging the items on the counter, so she picked up a towel and began to wipe the drinking glassed dry.
Max shot her a quizzical look. "What's 'Young Hercules'?"
Liz shrugged, hiding a guilty smile. "It's an old TV show that went off the air a few years ago. Maria and I used to watch it."
Maria smirked, "Don't forget Hercules: The Legendary Journeys and Xena."
"How come you never told me about this?" Michael, who had an on-again off-again relationship with Maria, leaned through the opening in the wall between the kitchen and the main room. Maria just rolled her eyes.
Max was surprised, "Miss 'I want to become a marine biologist' was a fan of sci-fi shows?" he smiled at Liz.
"Anyway," Liz tried to put the conversation back on track, "The point of the class is to learn about the culture and beliefs of a group of people and how they accounted for the unexplained oddities around them." She noticed Max's smile drop and a troubled look creep onto his face. "Are you okay?" she asked, lightly touching Max's arm.
"Yeah." he said, then looked at her, "Can we talk for a minute?"
Liz nodded and walked with him into the back room of the restaurant, which Nasado used to call 'The I Know an Alien Club Headquarters'. They sat on the couch and Max took a deep breath.
"Everything that's been happening recently has made me realize just how little I know about my planet." he confided to Liz, "I don't know the customs or the culture or if there's a religion or anything. I don't know if Isabel's and my parents are still alive. I don't even know what people look like there, or even what type of atmosphere they breathe." Max started to breakdown, holding his head in his hands. "When Tess and I were in New York, Nickalous offered to take us home in return for the Granolith." The last word he said made Liz stiffen slightly beside him, but he didn't notice. Nor did he notice when Maria entered the room. He looked up at Liz. "What if we get another chance to go back? I don't have the slightest idea how to be a king, much less a good one. What will I do?"
Liz was silent for a moment before she spoke. "Maybe you could talk to someone about kingship."
"Like who?" Max replied, "'Dear Prince of Wales, I hope I'm not bothering you but I'm a king of another planet and I was wondering if you could give me a few pointers about how to be a king.' Yeah, like that would go over well."
Maria took a seat opposite the couch. "You could talk to Madame Vivian."
Max asked, "Who's she?"
"She's a prophet. My mom lives her whole life based on her advice."
Michael entered the room in time to hear Maria's last words. "Probably a con."
Maria shook her head, "She's the real deal."
Liz agreed, "Everything that she told me was true." Several months ago she had gone with Maria and their other human friend, Alex, to have their fortunes read. That was right before Max, a version from the future, had used the power of the Granolith to come back in time and help Liz make the present Max fall out of love with her or else the world would end. So she had made it appear as though she had slept with Kyle (the sheriff's son and Liz's ex-boyfriend) even though she hadn't.
"You went to a psychic?" Max asked Liz. She was usually the epitome of a scientist and it surprised him to think that she would put any faith in that sort of thing. But he trusted her as a friend, and if she thought that a visit might do good, then he would try it.
~~~~~~
A young man with dark hair was sitting in an inn, nursing a mug of water. The plan was to reach Corinth by nightfall, scout out the castle, snag the item, and get back out as quickly as possible. The customer, after all, was waiting. Autolycus grimaced as he thought of his most recent business deal. The guy who's pitch he had decided to accept had given him the creeps, but a job was a job, and right now his money pouch was depressingly light.
He had thought that the job would be simple: Just grab this 'Golden Fleece' that the guy wanted and then walk away with the promised 500 dinars. But that was after the deal was settled and before he learned that the fleece was inside the king of Corinth's castle. Auto sighed and drained the mug, then signaled to the barmaid for another. Maybe he was over-reacting. The new king was after all only a boy, and more than likely had no idea how to properly guard his castle. Besides, he had been in that castle before, albeit a few years ago, and knew the locations of several secret passageways that would make the theft a piece of cake.
Three hours later saw the sun setting behind the castle, banners still dancing in the wind. Auto had staked out a small spot in shadows where he could watch the guards without detection. What seemed like an eternity passed as he noted the placement of the guards and how often they changed. Finally, he stood up just as the guards on this part of the wall left. He only had five minutes to get to the other side before the next guard walked by. Plucking his grappling hook out of his back pocket, he deftly tossed it over the wall and, quick as one of Zeus' lightning bolts, climbed the rope and dropped down onto the other side of the wall and went into the castle.
Author's note: This happens roughly after 'Max in the City' but before Alex dies in the Roswell world. This happens after the Young Hercules series, after Eurydice's fanfics "Time Switch" and "Switched Again", and after my 'The New Cadet Series'. This story can be read my itself, though it is preferable if you have seen some of 'Roswell' and/or 'Young Hercules'.
* signifies either thinking or emphesis on a certian word.
~~~~~ Chapter 1 ~~~~~
A woman in a long navy blue dress walked across her cluttered apartment and turned on the radio, which promptly obliged her by pumping out rock music. The tunes used to comfort her, but tonight she had the beginnings of a headache and the music wasn't helping. Suddenly angry for no reason, she grabbed a book off of the many shelves full of books around her apartment, and threw herself down into one of the two big chairs in the small living room. She tried to get into the story, but the usually enjoyable music was driving her insane. Her quick temper flared, and she threw the book at the stereo. As the book flew through the air, she stretched out her hand and an energy bolt sped from it, burning a hole through the book and hitting the stereo, blasting it into smitherines (and blessing silence). Instantly her anger faded and she regreted her rash and violent action. Her hand guestured and the peices of the stereo started floating and mending themselves together and the charred places on the book slowly shrank until they disappeared and the book was whole again. Then the floating book flew through the air to land in it's place on the shelf, and the stereo floated the same way to it's rightful place. Everything was back to normal.
Or was it?
The woman's hand touched her head and she realized that her headache was gone. She suddenly remembered what those headaches meant. "Not again!" she cried, racing to the front door. Opening it and looking out, she expected to see the dark stone walls of her father's temple, but instead there was a regular circa 2001 hotel door with the numbers 288 on it. She looked at her own door and saw the numbers 289 on it. *Wonderful. I've moved again.* She thought to herself.
Hearing a very high pitched noise, she re-entered her apartment and pulled a small wooden chest out from under a chair, and sat in the chair with the box on her lap. Opening the small chest, she reached a hand in and pulled out a green crystal that began to glow the moment she touched it. The noise had also stopped. As she put the chest back on the floor and cradled the crystal in her hands, an image started to appear on the surface of the crystal and she could hear a voice coming from it.
"Hello mother." The girl said to the image on the crystal.
"Greetings Gordon. I noticed that your apartment had dissappeared. Do you know where you are?"
"Haven't a clue." Gordon replied. "But I'll be sure to let you know when I do." Her mother's image smiled. "Thank you dear. I was so nice of Hephestus to make these two pieces of Cronos Stone into a telephone for us. Is Zandro there?"
Gordon felt a presence behind her and turned. There was a man with pale silvery hair that hung to his shoulders, a startling contrast from Gordon's waist long black/blue hair. He looked nineteen, but one glance in his eyes showed that he was hundreds of years old. He was wearing a white cloth shirt and light-tan leather pants. Gordon hadn't heard him approach, but that didn't surprise her. The man had learned a lot about moving quietly after spending years as a ghost. Gordon turned back to the crystal. "Yeah, Zan's here." She felt Zan standing behind her and looking over her shoulder. "Did you want to talk to him?" she asked her mother.
"No, I'm good." The woman in the image replied, Ares' temple in the background. "You two be careful until you find out what dimension you're in. Do you have a cover story for anybody who you come in contact with?"
"Yes, Bryn, we do." Zan answered.
"Then I guess I'd better let you two rest. Have fun."
"Tell father I said hi." Gordon said.
"I'll try, dear, but you know your father. If he's not starting a war then he's blasting Strife across the room. I'll try to see him before he plans to kill Herc again."
"Thanks mom." Gordon replied. Her mother gave a quick wave before the image disappeared. Gordon placed the crystal back in the chest and watched the light from within fade. She looked up to see Zan watching her, a worried frown on his face.
"Are you sure you're okay?" he queried.
Gordon nodded, "I'm sure I'm fine. I'm just getting over the headache that I get everytime we suddenly wind up in another dimension." It was part of my job anyway, she thought ruefully before yawning. "Maybe mom's right, we should get some rest."
Zan smiled and held out his hand. "Come here." She took his hand and in a flash of light they disappeared. A black cat, that some might swear was dark blue when the light touched it right, curled up on the chair where Gordon had been sitting. Where Zan had been, there was a white cat who promptly jumped up on the same chair and curled up next to the other cat, and they both fell asleep.
~~~~~
Dusk was just starting to fall as the last customer left, signaling the end of the business day. A brunette teenage waitress in a pale green dress started clearing away the dishes, the silver balls at the end of her antennae glittering and bouncing as she worked. *Just why did I agree to work in my parents' restaurant again this summer?* she thought as she was cleaning up the last remains of the Men-In-Black-berry pie from the table. This was just one of the many alien-themed tourist traps around in the small town of Roswell, New Mexico, but the family diner, 'The Crashdown', held many pleasant memories for her and her grumbling was only half-hearted. This was where, almost two years ago, she had been shot by accident and Max had healed her.
That was when her life changed forever. When she first learned that Max Evans, his sister Isabel, and his friend Michael were all aliens. Well, mostly. They are all hybrids, half-alien and half-human. Their alien halves were royalty on their home planet, but had been killed so they're cells had been mixed with human cells to 'reincarnate' the royal four. Max, whose name had been Zan in his 'last life', had been the king. Isabel was his sister and Michael was his trusted second. The fourth hybrid, Tess, had been his wife, the queen. Tess had only joined their group last year, just before they had learned about their past lives. The bell above the door of the restaurant rang as a tall teenage boy with short dark hair entered The Crashdown. *Well, speak of the devil* she thought, straightening up to give Max a smile. Max did have the look of a young king, and he had a regal air around him that almost reeked of quiet strength and manners, though she would never tell him that.
"Hey Liz." he greeted her and helped her take the dirty dishes to the kitchen. "How was the dinner rush?"
"Really good, actually." she answered, sticking the dishes in the dishwasher and turning it on. "What did you think of Mr. Larson's class?" Both juniors had several classes together during school, one of which being Mr. Larson's psychology class. Lately he had been teaching about how paranormal beliefs affected the human psyche. Today, and for the next month, they were going to be learning about different folklores and how they symbolized the talents and faults of the cultures that spawned them. This week was 'Greek Mythology Week', and it was interesting to learn how the Greeks had thought up a reason for everything from why winter came every year to why there were echoes.
"If you ask me," The cook, another teenage boy with medium-long brown hair combed back from his face, replied, "I think that the class is a waste of time. Who cares that Hades rules the underworld or that Hera is the queen of the gods?" Michael finished.
"True," interjected the other waitress, also a junior with long wavy blond hair and Liz's best friend, "You could get most of what's taught in the class just by watching an episode of Young Hercules." Maria finished arranging the items on the counter, so she picked up a towel and began to wipe the drinking glassed dry.
Max shot her a quizzical look. "What's 'Young Hercules'?"
Liz shrugged, hiding a guilty smile. "It's an old TV show that went off the air a few years ago. Maria and I used to watch it."
Maria smirked, "Don't forget Hercules: The Legendary Journeys and Xena."
"How come you never told me about this?" Michael, who had an on-again off-again relationship with Maria, leaned through the opening in the wall between the kitchen and the main room. Maria just rolled her eyes.
Max was surprised, "Miss 'I want to become a marine biologist' was a fan of sci-fi shows?" he smiled at Liz.
"Anyway," Liz tried to put the conversation back on track, "The point of the class is to learn about the culture and beliefs of a group of people and how they accounted for the unexplained oddities around them." She noticed Max's smile drop and a troubled look creep onto his face. "Are you okay?" she asked, lightly touching Max's arm.
"Yeah." he said, then looked at her, "Can we talk for a minute?"
Liz nodded and walked with him into the back room of the restaurant, which Nasado used to call 'The I Know an Alien Club Headquarters'. They sat on the couch and Max took a deep breath.
"Everything that's been happening recently has made me realize just how little I know about my planet." he confided to Liz, "I don't know the customs or the culture or if there's a religion or anything. I don't know if Isabel's and my parents are still alive. I don't even know what people look like there, or even what type of atmosphere they breathe." Max started to breakdown, holding his head in his hands. "When Tess and I were in New York, Nickalous offered to take us home in return for the Granolith." The last word he said made Liz stiffen slightly beside him, but he didn't notice. Nor did he notice when Maria entered the room. He looked up at Liz. "What if we get another chance to go back? I don't have the slightest idea how to be a king, much less a good one. What will I do?"
Liz was silent for a moment before she spoke. "Maybe you could talk to someone about kingship."
"Like who?" Max replied, "'Dear Prince of Wales, I hope I'm not bothering you but I'm a king of another planet and I was wondering if you could give me a few pointers about how to be a king.' Yeah, like that would go over well."
Maria took a seat opposite the couch. "You could talk to Madame Vivian."
Max asked, "Who's she?"
"She's a prophet. My mom lives her whole life based on her advice."
Michael entered the room in time to hear Maria's last words. "Probably a con."
Maria shook her head, "She's the real deal."
Liz agreed, "Everything that she told me was true." Several months ago she had gone with Maria and their other human friend, Alex, to have their fortunes read. That was right before Max, a version from the future, had used the power of the Granolith to come back in time and help Liz make the present Max fall out of love with her or else the world would end. So she had made it appear as though she had slept with Kyle (the sheriff's son and Liz's ex-boyfriend) even though she hadn't.
"You went to a psychic?" Max asked Liz. She was usually the epitome of a scientist and it surprised him to think that she would put any faith in that sort of thing. But he trusted her as a friend, and if she thought that a visit might do good, then he would try it.
~~~~~~
A young man with dark hair was sitting in an inn, nursing a mug of water. The plan was to reach Corinth by nightfall, scout out the castle, snag the item, and get back out as quickly as possible. The customer, after all, was waiting. Autolycus grimaced as he thought of his most recent business deal. The guy who's pitch he had decided to accept had given him the creeps, but a job was a job, and right now his money pouch was depressingly light.
He had thought that the job would be simple: Just grab this 'Golden Fleece' that the guy wanted and then walk away with the promised 500 dinars. But that was after the deal was settled and before he learned that the fleece was inside the king of Corinth's castle. Auto sighed and drained the mug, then signaled to the barmaid for another. Maybe he was over-reacting. The new king was after all only a boy, and more than likely had no idea how to properly guard his castle. Besides, he had been in that castle before, albeit a few years ago, and knew the locations of several secret passageways that would make the theft a piece of cake.
Three hours later saw the sun setting behind the castle, banners still dancing in the wind. Auto had staked out a small spot in shadows where he could watch the guards without detection. What seemed like an eternity passed as he noted the placement of the guards and how often they changed. Finally, he stood up just as the guards on this part of the wall left. He only had five minutes to get to the other side before the next guard walked by. Plucking his grappling hook out of his back pocket, he deftly tossed it over the wall and, quick as one of Zeus' lightning bolts, climbed the rope and dropped down onto the other side of the wall and went into the castle.