Title: Synchronicity

Rating: Teen/Adult

Summary: Takes place after Consanguinity. It's been a happy time for humans and aliens alike. They've had the opportunity to just be regular teenagers enjoying a typical teenage life. But all of that is about to change.

Disclaimer: Disclaimer: Melinda Metz created them. Jason Katims and 20th Century Fox own them. I'm just borrowing them.

Chapter Seven

He read the dossier one last time to ensure himself that he had his cover down. Playing the part of a small town deputy would be a challenge for him. He was more of a take charge type of person rather than a follow orders type of person, but he was also dedicated, and would do whatever he had to do. He flipped down the visor and gave himself a quick cursory glance in the mirror. He flipped the visor up, opened the door and stepped out into the hot New Mexico sun. He made a few quick adjustments to his uniform and made his way up the steps to the Roswell Sheriff's office.

"Thanks for letting us sleep over, Mrs. Evans," Liz said to Tess and Isabel's mother.

"I'm always glad to have you girls over here," Diane replied with a smile. "Are you sure you don't want me to fix you some snacks or anything?"

"That's okay Mom," Isabel interjected hurriedly. "We're going to order pizza, and eat junk food. You know, just like the slumber parties you used to have with your friends."

Diane Evans smiled reminiscently thinking about the long passed days of innocence, and kissed both her daughters on the cheek. She laid a passing hand on Maria and Liz's shoulders as she exited the kitchen.

"That was close," said Tess. "I thought she was going to cook for us."

"You're mom can't be that bad a cook," Maria said.

"Yes she is," Isabel and Tess replied in concert. "That doesn't matter," Isabel continued. "This isn't a traditional slumber party, but my mother doesn't need to know that."

"Yeah," Liz replied a little glumly. "It's a 'lets' all gawk at Liz's dreams' party. And can I just say I'm so not thrilled to be the guest of honor."

"Noted," said Isabel, "Now let's order some pizza and make some pop corn so my mother doesn't get suspicious."

"You mean she's not suspicious about you having all of us over here and Max and Michael having a sleep over at Kyle's," Maria asked.

"Boys don't have sleepovers," Tess said, mimicking Michael's tone from earlier that afternoon. "They hang out."

Laughter exploded from the four girls, and for a few minutes, they were typical teenagers again, without any worries. But as so often happens, they were quickly brought back to reality as Liz's hand began to emit glowing green sparks.

"Come on, Liz," Tess whispered. "Remember what Kyle said. Just relax, and find your center. Don't stress, just let it all go."

Liz closed her eyes and took several deep breathes and tried to envision a peaceful scene in her mind. Within seconds, she could feel her heart rate decrease and her breathing slow. She opened one eye, and then the other and smiled when she looked down at her hands.

"You did it, chica," Maria said, reaching out to grab Liz's hand.

"Yeah, but now we have to pop the popcorn the regular way," Liz joked.

Michael chugged the last of his root beer and let out with a loud and unapologetic belch. He dropped one leg on the Valenti's coffee table with a thud and rested his head on the back of the comfortable, albeit threadbare sofa.

"God, Michael, you are such a pig," Alex said. "Explain to me again what Maria actually sees in you?"

"And get your feet off of the table," Kyle added. "My father will have a cow. Only he gets to put his feet on the table."

"Relax," said Michael. "You're father's not even here. Besides, if he were, I'd just"

"You'd just what, Mr. Evans?" Jim Valenti asked, standing in the doorway, arms full of pizza boxes.

"Oh, uh, nothing, Sir, Sheriff, Sir," Michael said, jumping to his feet while his friends laughed. "Here let me help you with those."

Michael took the boxes from the Sheriff's hands and submitted to the good-natured cuff to the head that Jim delivered. He put the boxes on the now empty coffee table, while Kyle went into the kitchen and returned with plates and a bottle of Tabasco sauce.

"So I didn't know boys had sleepovers," Jim said as he watched the four teens descend on the pizza like a plague of locust.

"It's not a sleepover," Michael said through mouthful of pepperoni, sausage and pineapple pizza. "We're just hanging out!"

"Right," Jim said his voice ripe with doubt. "I'm sure there's something else going on, but if you don't want to tell me, that's fine. Just remember, I'm here if you need me."

"Thanks Sheriff," Max said. "Really, it's nothing big. The girls are the ones having a sleepover, so we're at loose ends tonight and figured we'd just hang out."

"If you say so. I'm going to head back to the station. It's the damndest thing. I've been asking for years for more manpower and today, out of the blue, we a new deputy shows up."

"Well, isn't that a good thing? Alex asked as he reached for another slice of pizza.

"It should be, but I don't know. Something doesn't seem quite right about him," the Sheriff said. "Anyhow, that's my worry, not yours. Don't stay up too late, and have fun doing your nails," he joked as he headed out the door.

"As if," Michael grumbled. "That's probably what the girls are doing. That and doing their hair."

"Yeah, and doing their makeup and dancing and having pillow fights," added Kyle.

All four boys stopped and thought for a minute about their girlfriends jumping around and hitting each other with pillows.

"Okay, let's focus here," Max said, a blush rising on his cheeks. "Alex, have you heard from Isabel yet?

"Yeah, a little bit ago," he answered. "She said they were going to eat for a while and watch a movie to keep your parents from getting suspicious and she'd text us when it was time to try and do the group dream walk thing."

"Great, so we're supposed to sit here for the next couple of hours while they watch a movie and do what?" Michael groused.

"Well, we could always do each other's nails," Kyle joked and then ducked as a barrage of pillows, plates and napkins flew through the air at him.