Summary: Set after Destiny (Season One). What if Max and Liz did more than sleep in that sheltered bus when running away from Pierce. What if Liz never came back after that summer. What if Liz stayed away for good. What if she upped and left and did not come back until seventeen years later once the war had ended. What if Liz believed it was now time for Max to meet his daughter. Set in 2017, seventy years after the crash.

Oh yeah, Alex is not dead.

I own nothing but the un-casted characters. Everything else belongs to David Nutter and Jason Katims.

Chapter One – Home Sweet Home

"Mum, how long is the flight?"

"About nine hours I think. Remember we are landing in the state. I just hope it is a clear day. We may be hundreds of miles up, but I remember being able to see France as a child, and it was a magnificent view."

"I can't wait to see Auntie Maria, Auntie Isabel and Uncle Michael again. They were so cool last Christmas. Will it be really hot?"

"I'm guessing so. Most summers were scorching. I warn you, there well be no green forests or green grass or mystic mountain regions. The land is basically flat. I'm sure things will have modernised a bit and there is a climbing centre so you can practice."

Her daughter sighed softly. "I think I'll miss home. Even the midges." She added almost to herself. Ciara Parker and her mum were going to New Mexico for a month of her six-weeks-summer-holiday from school. She was even going to miss two of her friends' birthdays and her own back home. She would have to find some way of celebrating her seventeenth in style.

Her mother laughed warmly. "I think you will. We have mosquitoes here, they are bigger and sting more."

"Just great." Ciara moaned. Secretly, she was excited at being out of the country for the summer, and getting a tan on her pale skin. Scotland could get extremely boring in the summer, especially when it rained.

Her mum just smirked. "What?" asked Ciara.

"You're going to love it, I know it, even with the insects."

"Fine." Muttering a typical Scottish reply. Ciara was all parts American, but born in Scotland, so basically she was Scottish, only with a bit of an accent, thanks to her mum. Ciara looked like a younger clone of her mother, except the fact that the younger was the taller. She had her mothers brown eyes, but did not exactly have a petite figure. Her mum told her she had almost the same figure as her Auntie Isabel had had when she was seventeen. After seeing a photo of Isabel at seventeen, Ciara could not believe her ears. She couldn't be that pretty could she?

The two women were at the airport at that very moment, about to board the aeroplane. Ciara could see the plane out the window, it was plain, apart from a green circle with the word 'go' within its boundaries.

Ciara drew away from the plane as the intercom crackled into life. "Would all passengers for flight STA95127 to Arkansas City please report to gate eighteen for boarding."

"That's us." Her mother stated nervously. Ciara could understand what she was feeling. She was going somewhere she never knew, somewhere entirely different from her present status; while her mother was returning after seventeen years to a place she once called home.

Nine hours and one hour wait for luggage later, Liz Parker and her daughter, Ciara finally emerged from the arrivals lounge.

From the far side of the lounge, Ciara could see a couple having a heated argument while both trying to hold a board saying 'Parker'.

Liz pulled the luggage carrier in their direction while her daughter ran ahead, baggy trousers almost tripping her up and her long brown hair she had left down flowing behind her.

"Auntie Maria." She yelled across the lounge, many a head watching her run towards the two. The couple stopped and turned around, the girls' lips smoothing into a large grin. The woman dropped her half of the sign and opened her arms wide. Maria nearly fell backwards as the force of her niece bombarded into her arms.

Liz who had finally reached the three with the huge amount of bags hugged Michael. "Good to see you Parker." He whispered as he let her go so she could hug her best friend.

"Maria, I've missed you so much." She said as she hugged the life out of the woman.

"Me too Chika, you have to visit more often. How's our little Chika doing?" she asked as the last of the hug faded away.

"I'm fine." Ciara replied.

"Jeez girl, you brought so much stuff with you!" Maria exclaimed.

"It is one month, and there is two of us."

"Oh yeah."

"Our car is as near as we could get it to the entrance as we could get it." Michael said pulling out some car keys from his pocket. "Darling, why don't you and the girls go ahead to the car and I'll get this luggage."

"If I have to." She said grudgingly as a cheeky smile appeared in her face. She kissed her husband on the cheek and dragged Liz and Ciara in the direction of the exit.

There was a lot of silence on the way to the car, mainly because Maria and Liz were just glad to be in each others company again, and Ciara was looking at everything like a hyper young girl as she had never seen anything like it before.

As they reached the car, Liz asked a question that had been burning up inside of her as soon as she had spotted her in the lounge. "Where's Isabel?"

"She had to work. She sends her apologies and hopes you visit her soon."

"That is a typical Isabel answer."

"Yeah, I know."

Michael soon arrived after them with the luggage and paid the parking ticket. The drive 'home' took two hours, and as they approached Roswell, Liz almost burst into tears, until Maria said, "Don't you dare Chika, this is no time for sad memories, only happy ones." Liz had almost laughed at Maria's positive-ness, if ever, she had always been the one to point out the negative points.

Maria pulled up to the Crashdown, the alien-themed restaurant that she now owned once Liz's parents retired, and proclaimed it, "home sweet home".

TBC...