Author: DMartinez
Email: dmarttx
Disclaimer: The characters portrayed in the following work of fiction belong to the CW/WB/UPN. No infringement was intended.
Rating: Mature
Summary: Liz's visions return after a long absence but in a way she's never experienced before. She thought she was ready to follow that path again but the world it leads her to is not one she would have ever chosen.
Pairing: Liz/John, Liz/Dean
Warnings: May/December relationship, rough sex, drunken-ill-advised sex, foul language, intense situations
Note: Finally getting around to posting this here. Not sure why I didn't before.
Fallen By the Wayside
Wyoming, Fall 2009
No one believed in angels these days. It was too hard. That hope was too hard. Allowing oneself to have that kind of hope was dangerous on most days. Liz Evans stared at the sky. It was the kind of sky that stole hope. The forecast had called for sunshine and Liz had let herself hope to enjoy it. Standing in the middle of the park with the sky looking this way, she'd regretted calling in sick. She would have rather waited tables than have her day off be ruined by what could only be the end of the world if the sky were to be believed.
She'd had a few of those. End of the world days. Some of them had been close. It had been eight months since the last one. That one had ended badly. Her husband had stepped into a vortex and been transported to his home world. He'd written her a letter explaining why he had to leave. He'd left his ring behind and his wife. Left them all behind to pick up the pieces. No more aliens on Earth. Left them behind to hold each other up.
Liz moved a lot. A few weeks here, a few weeks there. The letters always found her. Kyle Valenti asking her to come home. A home that wasn't really a home so much as a place where he could rest his head because he was so tired. Kyle, taking care of what was left of Maria DeLuca. Liz felt horrible about leaving her behind but it was the coward in her. She couldn't stand to see Maria that way. Kyle had been content to start over where they were. He had a knack for knowing where she was going. Left over from the changes that Max Evans had made in them both. They were forever connected by the alien abyss as Maria had once called it.
Lightning caught the pale shadow on her left ring finger. The time since she'd taken it off hadn't been enough to erase its mark. She'd thought about going home to her parents but after all these years, it stung her pride too much. It had been ten years since she had been killed and then resurrected by an alien hybrid. It had been six years since she had hugged her mother and father. She found it difficult to be a 26 year old on the road to her childhood home. So she just kept moving.
Staring up at that apocalyptic sky, she sighed and shivered. It was an unexpected sort of cold that came with the weather. Then as she turned to leave the park, her world began to spin and flash. Her brain seemed to have a short that kept her eyes from responding to her cues. She struggled to stay upright. It felt as if something were in her chest and stealing her air. Something tried to burrow its way in but she shoved it back out. It was so dark. It was so… evil. Kneeling on the ground, she was exhausted. Felt violated, felt empty, felt like she'd just escaped with her life. A voice in the back of her mind told her that she in fact had just barely escaped with not only her life but her soul.
Then her vision began to flicker again. As if she was staring at a light through the blades of a fan. But it didn't appear to spin so much as… beat, like wings. The light brought warmth and… love. Then it was over. For the first time in a long time, she felt like she wasn't alone. Maybe it was just the beginnings of that vile little thing called Hope.
That sky still roiled with darkness. If she listened she could hear it speak. When she closed her eyes, she could see a face. Hear a name. She didn't know what it meant but she did know that she had to get out of this town. Someplace new. Someplace where the sky didn't talk.