Author: DMartinez
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Disclaimer: Characters portrayed in the following work belong to Kripke, Singer, Metz, Katims, WB, UPN, CW. No infringement intended.
Summary: Supernatural/Roswell Crossover: AU without Aliens: Liz wakes up with no memory in an unfamiliar place in mysterious circumstances. Solving the mystery may take more strength than she's got but her new friends have experience in this arena. John's just lost his wife, uprooted his family and struggled to find a life in this mess he's in. He was just supposed to help the girl…
Rating: Mature
Pairing: John/Liz

Child of Innocence
Book 1

Liz backed into a corner, Kivar approaching. He spat vile words at her, trying to break her down but she wouldn't. Nothing they could do to her could make her break. Nothing they did could make her forget who she was. Nothing. Not ever.

A bright blinding light filled the room and she felt nothing but air. Still air. Warm arms lifted her up. She fought at first but she was so tired, so very tired. And so she fell into the deepest sleep she could recall in what felt like years. Welcomed the oblivion it brought. Felt like she had been running for so very long and there was really nothing left to live for because Kivar had taken it all.

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Liz woke on a bed of burlap sacks but oddly the most comfortable she had been in what felt like forever. Her eyes protested at the dim light in the room. Her legs felt like they were filled with jelly but she stood, wiping the grit from her eyes. She found a door then turned to look at the room behind her. It was bare save for the burlaps sacks laid upon a crude circle on the floor.

Pushing open the door, she watched carefully. No locks, no guards. Maybe she was safe. A cavalry had come to her aid. Maybe Kivar was dead… but she was still alone. Too afraid to call out, she made her way down a set of stairs as carefully as possible.

Liz peered into the room. There stood a young priest pouring a cup of tea, and another youngish man catering to two little boys. Cereal into a bowl with milk for the older one who looked all of 5 and dry cereal on a plate for the younger one around 2 or so. Both adorable. She watched as the man broke up the larger pieces of cereal, popping a marshmallow or two into his mouth as he went.

How people could live this way after the way the world had gone down the tubes amazed her but she always, always made sure she stopped to appreciate that she still could. Finally, her curiosity got the better of her. She cleared her throat, which startled both men and the older boy stopped eating to look at her. "Excuse me." Geez, she sounded awful. She cleared her throat again. "I uh… have no idea where I am but thanks for getting me out of there."

It was the priest who pulled it together first. "Did you sleep okay, Miss?"

"It's Liz and… Better than I have in years." She stepped fully into the room but didn't move farther when the younger man shifted his hand to his belt, where she assumed he had some sort of weapon.

"Where… What do you remember?" Odd way to ask a question.

"Nothing that I should say in front of those boys." She saw that they were waiting for her answer regardless of the children. "Kivar cornered me in that house I was in. I remember a bright light and then silence. I remember someone holding me and then I passed out. Then I woke up upstairs."

"Dad?" A small voice whispered. "Is that the dead lady?"

Liz paled. She assumed these men had something to do with the way she passed out. Had taken out Kivar but it was alarmingly clear that they had just found her somewhere. "Dead?" Then she watched her vision flash red and black and everything in between swirled and turned upside down before she lost consciousness once again.

TBC