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Disclaimer: If you know it from the show, it's not mine. I wish because if it was, Tess would have never been blown up.


Silence filled the backseat of Max's new Lexus. The tension inside the car was so thick that even a butcher knife couldn't cut through it. Max fidgeted at the wheel, desperately wanting to make conversation with the pig-tailed five year old.

In the backseat, the blue-eyed girl dropped her head and silently waited to arrive at the party at the Crashdown, wishing her mom was awake from her 'nap' as the sheriff had called it. It didn't take long for them to reach their destination. Max let out a huge sigh as he reached for the door handle of the vehicle, got out, and circled to the little girl's side. He opened the door and handed for her but she simply stared.

"I'm not leaving my mommy!" The older man simply stared as the sheriff came around.

"I know you like birthdays," the sheriff exclaimed, "there's birthday cake, balloons, and some of Max's friends who aren't mommy killers." The sheriff smiled which made the five years olds eyes brighten before turning to confusion.

"What's a killer?" The innocent girl's eyebrows went up in questioning. This caught the sheriff off guard.

"Someone who doesn't get to have birthday cake, you want birthday cake don't you?" She nodded, "Then go dig in!"

"Birthday Cake! Birthday Cake!" Alex screamed as she went running to the door.

"Gee, thanks." Max said turning to the sheriff.

"Hey, I'm just here to help, besides, i think that you just knocked this lady unconscious for about two hours, you didn't kill her." The sheriff grabbed the unconscious woman from Max's car and toted her to his truck. "I don't know where I could put her, though."

"What about Tess's old room?" As soon as the words tumbled out of Max's mouth, he immediately wished they weren't said. Within a second, the sheriff's eyes went from playful to dark and the ambiance changed drastically. Max had forgotten that Tess's old room had been a "ghost" room for six years. No one ever walked in and no one ever dared to even touch the door knob, not even Kyle and it was his room. The Valenti's all acted like it was invisible. Even when Jim married Amy, they decided to build two more rooms for Maria and Kyle just so no one would have to go inside Tess's. Max just stared before working up the courage to say his next sentence, "It's time we all move on, Jim. It's been five years."

"I know… but I don't think I'll ever be able too," Was the short murmur that was supposed to be a reply. Max caught the words and just looked at the former sheriff with guilt. Jim just adjusted the weight of the surprisingly light lady, and turned around to walk to the old rusted truck. With that, they went their separate ways.


"Happy Birthday!" Max couldn't help but gleam with all of his perfectly strait white teeth showing. Even though he knew of the surprise, it was still overwhelming. The blue-eyed girl looked up and saw how happy the man was and this made her smile harder, it was contagious. She looked around to see three women and two men that looked to be the same age as the man, then there were four older people that seemed to be, well, older people.

"You guys didn't have to do this." Max said as he pointed to the billions of balloons and streamers that cascaded down from the ceiling of the Crashdown.

"We know," a taller man with shoulder length brown hair answered while turning to glare at blonde woman, "but we were forced. Who knew that when it comes to birthdays, she makes her Christmas Nazi side look like an angel?" The blonde woman seemed to punch the guy playfully, while Max went over to hug both of them.

"Thanks, Isabel and Michael," Max said smiling still, forcing back a laugh. For some reason, the guy who's named seemed to be Michael appealed to Alex.

"Think of it as a happy-birthday-slash-ding-dong-the-skins-are-gone party." Maria chimed in.

Alex slowly walked over to the guy named Michael with a look of confusion as the Max guy was kissing some lady named Liz. As soon as she came up to the guy, she latched on to his leg, holding it tight and making Michael jump.

"Your skin is leaving you, how will you live?" Everyone in the party slowly looked down towards the little girl with a tight hold on Michael.

"Who is the runt?" Michael yelled absentmindedly, making Alex laugh and smile. All of a sudden all eyes turned to the blue-eyed girl whom they hadn't noticed before. Looks of confusion filled the entire room.

"Long story, but she's with me," Max replied calmly while running his hands through his hair.

Maria leaned over to Michael. "Looks like someone's got a secret admirer, should I be worried?" She laughed knowing it would make Michael a little annoyed. Michael groaned.

"I don't think she's my type." Michael said forcefully still trying to get her off his leg.

"Your type of what?" The girl questioned. Maria burst out laughing while Michael grew impatient.

"Okay Max, start speaking; and get the runt off of me." Max looked all around to see that everyone actually wanted to hear what he was going to say.

"I uh, I ran over her mother," Max looked at all of the surprised faces.

"That's funny, considering you drive slower than an old grandmother," Michael sarcastically replied, "Now what's the truth?"

"He made my mommy go bye-bye, then he asked me for my name, then Sherri balenti came, then we had to ride in the boring car and I couldn't go to the park." Alex stated sadly.

"Is what little Miss Sunshine said, over here, true?" Max slowly nodded. Isabel crouched down to the little girl's side and saw strait into her strikingly beautiful blue eyes.

"What's your name."

"You're pretty." The little girl said in awe.

"Thank you, but what's your name? Mine is Isabel." Isabel continued to smile.

"It's Alex. My dad's name is Alex too." That stopped Isabel in her tracks, the name alone brought back so many memories that it was hard to get a hold of herself. She started to shake a little before Jesse put his warm hands on her back to soothe her.

"That's a pretty name… what's your last name?"

"I'll tell you if I get some cake." This was the end of all conversations. Everyone gathered around the cake and sung happy birthday. Liz handed out slices to everyone, with an extra big piece for Alex because she insisted. They were talking about how happy they were about some skins leaving and how they were all gone, this just confused Alex even more.

"So, Alex, do you live in Roswell." Liz questioned. The five-year-old just shook her head with a mouth stuffed full of cake… like she hadn't eaten in days. "Where are you from?" The little girl chewed and swallowed before smiling.

"Californa, but then we went to New Pork to go see the Dupey's. They look like you and you," Alex's tiny fingers pointed to Michael and Isabel, "but they're more funny looking." She started laughing. "But now we sleep on train's, it's fun!" The girl's eyes turned sparkly again and the blue in it stood out more than ever.

No one even noticed.

Everyone was thinking about something else that she said, something that sent chills up and down their spines. Isabel just stared before forming another question.

"You went to New York to see the Dupe's?" Isabel tried to correct the little girl's speaking, but deep down inside she hoped she was wrong and the girl maybe had cousin's who were named the Dupey's.

"Yeah, the Dupe's… that's what I said, silly," It felt like someone had literally punched Max in the stomach. Who knew about the other set of Aliens that hid by a sewer system, other than them?

Their guess was no one that was human. The realization made Max's, Michael's, and Isabel's stomach do flip flops.

"So, are you going to tell us your last name, now?" Hoping the answers could suppress some of his question, even though he knew no answer ever could.

"Me name is Alex Pitman, wait, no, no, no; that's not right." The five year old froze in thought before her blue eyes sparkled more than the fifty billion stars at night. "It's Alex wa... wa, uh, Whitman. Alex Whitman." The girl was genuinely proud of herself and expected praise.

Praise that never came.

The world froze for everyone in the whole diner. All chewing and talking stopped, even jaws dropped, after those two simple words came out.

Alex Whitman.

Isabel, Maria, Liz, Maria, Max, and Michael didn't know if they heard their ears right. Even the Parker's and Evan's looked up. Jesse dropped his food and froze, he may have been quiet the entire time but he knew what those two words meant.

The only words going through Isabel's mind was 'this is a sick, cruel joke'. They all looked towards Max but Max was in shock too, his fork literally fell to the ground after hearing those two words.

"Did I say something wrong?" Alex said with utter confusion. Little did she know, she said the worst two names in the world. She fiddled with a locket around her neck and finally got the locket to open. Inside was a simple picture.

She showed it to them.

"My daddy's name was Alex Whitman too. Can you find him? I don't know where he is." Her cute little voice was hardly heard. After everyone saw the simple picture she held up, everyone froze.

Not a single breath was taken. It was so quiet that you could hear atom particles buzzing around.

Isabel and Maria felt tears coming down their cheeks while Liz couldn't move any part of her. Max and Michael just stared. Inside the locket was a picture of Alex Whitman.

Their Alex Whitman. A pure ghost.

Not only that but he was hugging the little girl that was right beside all of them and a boy around the same age. Max had only one question…. One question that would prove his theory unbelievable, one question that, if the answer was as he thought, he'd be sent off into a catatonic state.

"Who's the boy beside you?" Max questioned with a shivery voice. Max never had a shivery and shaken voice. It was always calm and assuring… not this time.

"That's my brother… Zan," Alex said with bright shining blue eyes. Isabel fainted and Max was thrown back.

"We've got to go!" The hybrid king established, with a look of distraction. "We need answers."


The Sheriff had sat in his car in the garage for thirty minutes straight. For some reason he couldn't take his eyes off the lady, he was attracted. He knew it wasn't physical attraction but he just felt a strange urge of attraction to her and he was determined to find out what it was. But it seemed the more he stared, the more the lady looked like a young-adult version of the teenaged Tess.

He could only pick out two things that were completely different.

The first was definitely her hair. The blonde curly locks that were so full of life and bouncy had belonged to Tess but this lady had dark brown chestnut hair that was strait as a ruler and cascaded to her mid-back. The sheriff had nothing against brown hair but it was one thing that set this lady apart from looking like Tess. The second feature was her eyes. Tess had bright blue ones while this lady had dark brown ones that could almost pass for lifeless black eyes. All he came up with after forty-five minutes were two measly differences… two petty differences. Someone could easily dye their hair chestnut brown and wear blackish contacts, so it could be Tess…right? Except he checked the very bottom of the roots and it was natural, all natural brown… he checked her eyes and there were no contacts.

It was getting on his nerves… why couldn't this be Tess? Why did she have to look like Tess? Her frame, her facial features, her height, it was all like Tess's. Was she sent to taunt him?

"Dad you have been sitting here for almost an hour, come in; Amy's getting worried." At that precise moment Kyle decided to follow his father's gaze.

"Whoa, she looks just like…" his voice trailed off. Even though it was unspoken, Jim Valenti nodded.

"But it isn't," Jim stated in a far away voice. Deciding to put his dad out of his misery, Kyle hoisted the lady in the air as she said two words. Two words that made them both freeze.

"Michael…. Guerin." The voice was raspy.


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