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Summary: CC AU, it's a crossover and that's all your getting. Nope. Not saying anymore. Nuh uh. Sorry can't make me. You'll just have to read and find out.
A/N This story was created by MagickFantasy86 (Alex) and DarkSorceress (Rachelle) I'm just typing it, because we wrote the thing in my notebook. So enjoy!
Confusion of a Future Past
Prologue
"I fear it's too risky, Jim. Thy're in too much danger to tiptoe around their fates."
"Fate! That's exactly my point, if it's their fate, nothing we do now will change what happens later. So let them live their lives now and when fate does decide to intervene, then we can do something." Jum shoved his hand through his hair. How could this have happened, especially here? He glanced toward the living room. The four children slept soundlessly. Liz rolled over wrapping her tiny arms around the pink stuffed bunny he had given her. The visitor followed his sight.
"It's true, they're precious, yet they are stronger than they seem." He clapped a comforting hand on Jim's shooulder. "Perhaps you can trust them with the knowledge."
"The knowledge will corrupt them. They'll cease to be children. Their lives will revolve around this "knowledge." They deserve to be innocent while they can." This visitor opened his mouth to speak when the door bell rang. Jim sighed, "It's time. I'll miss them." The visitor nodded and stepped aside. Jim opened the ront door.
Jeff Parker stood on the porch huddled under a single umbrella with his wife, Nancy. They turned as the door opened. A matching look of apprehension crossed their faces.
"Come on in." Jim pushed the door open wide and offered a sympathetic smile. Nancy glanced nervously at her husband before shuffling in. Jim helped her remove her soaking wet rain coat. The visitor watched with anticipation. Jeff shook off his raincoat, raising his sleeves exposing his forarms for only an instant. Thevisitor's eyes flashed. Could it be possible? Jeff caught the visitor's eyes and hastily shoved down his sleeves consealing the balck mark on his arm. Jeff closed his eyes for a few moments, seemingly in deep concentration. He then opened his eyes wide and quiclkly glanced toward the room where the four children lay asleep. He turned his gaze to Jim, shock still evident in his eyes.
"Is that...?" Jim nodded his head. "You called... I had.... no idea!! JESUS Jim! I..."
"There's no need for alarm, Jeff. Pleae come closer." Nancy glanced more eagerly toward the make-shift nursery. Jim gently grasped her hand and lead her inside with Jeff following closesly. The visitor hovered at the door his interests peaked. The nursery was dark, yet Jim could see the wa flawlessly. He carefully lifted Liz out of her bed.
"My goodness!" Nancy gasped. "She's so beautiful!" A joyful tear slid its way down her cheek. Jim smiled knowingly and gave the sleeping child to her new mother.
"Jeff. she's more wonderful than... I love her already," she laughed. Jeff reached out to touch the child. "Hold her Jeff."
"She's perfect." Jeff's arms closed protectively around the little girl. His sleeves slid upwards revealing the mark on his arm. The visitor's gaze fixed on it. As Jeff's loving arms held Liz, the mark started to shimmer softly and glow. The visitor gasped and Jim caught his eyes. Jim nodded and touched a finger to his lips. The new parents let themselves be led to the door.
"Thank you, Jim," Jeff's voice shook slightly.
"Take care of her. She's... she's a special girl."
Jeff stared directly into Jim's eye, his gaze almost menacing. "I know." Jeff turned hi line of sight to the person standing behind Jim. The visitor shuffled his feet uncomfortably. "I won't let anything happen to her." The two men, Jim and Jeff, shook hands. Jim stared after Jeff's retreating form.
"Neither will I," he whispered. Jim felt the visitor's presnece over his shoulder.
"You can't stop the course of time."
"I don't plan to. I plan to protect them until they're ready." The two men sat in the dark, the uneasy silence of disagreement and weariness floating in the air between them. During the next hour Amy Deluca and Charles Whitman came to retrieve two of the three remaining children. The visitor watched from the shadows aas the single parents left with a child neither knowing who the other new parents were. After Amy and Charles left, Jim stood in the entrance way, staring at the closed door.
"I'll miss those children."
The visitor crept up behind Jeff. "When does the last set of parents come?"
"They're not coming." Jeff slowly made his way into the kitchen and sat down wearily.
"You're keeping him." Jim pretended to carefully examine his hands resting on the kitchen table, not wanting to answer. "Jim! You can't do that. THEY'RE not going to like that at all."
Jim turned his focus from the table sharply to meet the visitor's eyes. "I don't care what THEY think. I'd do anything in my power to protect those kids, to protect their innocence."
The visitor sighed in defeat. "I hope that's enough." Jim's eyes clouded over as Leo vanished in a flourish of blue lights.
"As do I my old friend," he sighed, "as do I."
Jim awoke with a jolt, the images of that night three years ago still fresh in his mind. He glanced over at the clock on the nightstand. 4:03 glared back at him in red neon. He tried to still his mind. On an afterthought he kicked off his blankets and padded down the hall to Kyle's room. The child slept hard, during the night he had kicked all the blankets off his bed. Jim smiled and slowly returned to bed. as he neared his room, his smile faded. Why had the dream come? Jim let his mind wander while staring at the ceiling. Time slipped by slowly. Jim's eyelids got heavy but his racing thoughts wouldn't let him sleep. He looked at the clock again. 5:32. He sighed. The phone ripped him out of his reverie. "What now," he graoned. He knocked the receiver to the floor with sleep-clumbsy hands before he could answer it. "He...Hello?"
"Sheriff?"
"Yeah, what is it?'
"There's a problem with three children," the voice continued.
"Wait! What children?" His mind focused on Liz, Maria and Alex. Dear God, please not them, he thought frantically.
"Well," the voice hesitated," no one knows who they are. They were found on the side of the road.... naked."
"Excuse me what do you mean?"
"Exactly that. Today three kids were found wandering the desert just outside Roswell." The voice went into detail but Jim never heard. He ran outside toward his truck not even looking back at the receiver dangling from the table. He slammed the door behind him. he looked up at the sky remeber the rain, the way it was that night.
Summary: CC AU, it's a crossover and that's all your getting. Nope. Not saying anymore. Nuh uh. Sorry can't make me. You'll just have to read and find out.
A/N This story was created by MagickFantasy86 (Alex) and DarkSorceress (Rachelle) I'm just typing it, because we wrote the thing in my notebook. So enjoy!
Confusion of a Future Past
Prologue
"I fear it's too risky, Jim. Thy're in too much danger to tiptoe around their fates."
"Fate! That's exactly my point, if it's their fate, nothing we do now will change what happens later. So let them live their lives now and when fate does decide to intervene, then we can do something." Jum shoved his hand through his hair. How could this have happened, especially here? He glanced toward the living room. The four children slept soundlessly. Liz rolled over wrapping her tiny arms around the pink stuffed bunny he had given her. The visitor followed his sight.
"It's true, they're precious, yet they are stronger than they seem." He clapped a comforting hand on Jim's shooulder. "Perhaps you can trust them with the knowledge."
"The knowledge will corrupt them. They'll cease to be children. Their lives will revolve around this "knowledge." They deserve to be innocent while they can." This visitor opened his mouth to speak when the door bell rang. Jim sighed, "It's time. I'll miss them." The visitor nodded and stepped aside. Jim opened the ront door.
Jeff Parker stood on the porch huddled under a single umbrella with his wife, Nancy. They turned as the door opened. A matching look of apprehension crossed their faces.
"Come on in." Jim pushed the door open wide and offered a sympathetic smile. Nancy glanced nervously at her husband before shuffling in. Jim helped her remove her soaking wet rain coat. The visitor watched with anticipation. Jeff shook off his raincoat, raising his sleeves exposing his forarms for only an instant. Thevisitor's eyes flashed. Could it be possible? Jeff caught the visitor's eyes and hastily shoved down his sleeves consealing the balck mark on his arm. Jeff closed his eyes for a few moments, seemingly in deep concentration. He then opened his eyes wide and quiclkly glanced toward the room where the four children lay asleep. He turned his gaze to Jim, shock still evident in his eyes.
"Is that...?" Jim nodded his head. "You called... I had.... no idea!! JESUS Jim! I..."
"There's no need for alarm, Jeff. Pleae come closer." Nancy glanced more eagerly toward the make-shift nursery. Jim gently grasped her hand and lead her inside with Jeff following closesly. The visitor hovered at the door his interests peaked. The nursery was dark, yet Jim could see the wa flawlessly. He carefully lifted Liz out of her bed.
"My goodness!" Nancy gasped. "She's so beautiful!" A joyful tear slid its way down her cheek. Jim smiled knowingly and gave the sleeping child to her new mother.
"Jeff. she's more wonderful than... I love her already," she laughed. Jeff reached out to touch the child. "Hold her Jeff."
"She's perfect." Jeff's arms closed protectively around the little girl. His sleeves slid upwards revealing the mark on his arm. The visitor's gaze fixed on it. As Jeff's loving arms held Liz, the mark started to shimmer softly and glow. The visitor gasped and Jim caught his eyes. Jim nodded and touched a finger to his lips. The new parents let themselves be led to the door.
"Thank you, Jim," Jeff's voice shook slightly.
"Take care of her. She's... she's a special girl."
Jeff stared directly into Jim's eye, his gaze almost menacing. "I know." Jeff turned hi line of sight to the person standing behind Jim. The visitor shuffled his feet uncomfortably. "I won't let anything happen to her." The two men, Jim and Jeff, shook hands. Jim stared after Jeff's retreating form.
"Neither will I," he whispered. Jim felt the visitor's presnece over his shoulder.
"You can't stop the course of time."
"I don't plan to. I plan to protect them until they're ready." The two men sat in the dark, the uneasy silence of disagreement and weariness floating in the air between them. During the next hour Amy Deluca and Charles Whitman came to retrieve two of the three remaining children. The visitor watched from the shadows aas the single parents left with a child neither knowing who the other new parents were. After Amy and Charles left, Jim stood in the entrance way, staring at the closed door.
"I'll miss those children."
The visitor crept up behind Jeff. "When does the last set of parents come?"
"They're not coming." Jeff slowly made his way into the kitchen and sat down wearily.
"You're keeping him." Jim pretended to carefully examine his hands resting on the kitchen table, not wanting to answer. "Jim! You can't do that. THEY'RE not going to like that at all."
Jim turned his focus from the table sharply to meet the visitor's eyes. "I don't care what THEY think. I'd do anything in my power to protect those kids, to protect their innocence."
The visitor sighed in defeat. "I hope that's enough." Jim's eyes clouded over as Leo vanished in a flourish of blue lights.
"As do I my old friend," he sighed, "as do I."
Jim awoke with a jolt, the images of that night three years ago still fresh in his mind. He glanced over at the clock on the nightstand. 4:03 glared back at him in red neon. He tried to still his mind. On an afterthought he kicked off his blankets and padded down the hall to Kyle's room. The child slept hard, during the night he had kicked all the blankets off his bed. Jim smiled and slowly returned to bed. as he neared his room, his smile faded. Why had the dream come? Jim let his mind wander while staring at the ceiling. Time slipped by slowly. Jim's eyelids got heavy but his racing thoughts wouldn't let him sleep. He looked at the clock again. 5:32. He sighed. The phone ripped him out of his reverie. "What now," he graoned. He knocked the receiver to the floor with sleep-clumbsy hands before he could answer it. "He...Hello?"
"Sheriff?"
"Yeah, what is it?'
"There's a problem with three children," the voice continued.
"Wait! What children?" His mind focused on Liz, Maria and Alex. Dear God, please not them, he thought frantically.
"Well," the voice hesitated," no one knows who they are. They were found on the side of the road.... naked."
"Excuse me what do you mean?"
"Exactly that. Today three kids were found wandering the desert just outside Roswell." The voice went into detail but Jim never heard. He ran outside toward his truck not even looking back at the receiver dangling from the table. He slammed the door behind him. he looked up at the sky remeber the rain, the way it was that night.