Part 7
Georgia, Fall 2010
If this story was true, it was a horrible life to have led. Kyle took care of Liz the best he knew how. Made sure she got a job, made sure she ate and watched the manuscript grow. She always printed two copies when she printed. One set for her envelope and the other just disappeared. Kyle had yet to witness an "episode" but had the feeling he didn't want to.
Liz traded her readers for a stronger grade at the drug store. She bought a pregnancy test while she was there. Sitting in Kyle's bathroom, she pondered what the angel would do. John had been given the option and he had pointed out all the reasons they shouldn't be together and he still pulled her to him for a dance. The kind of sex they'd had was not… the passing kind. It had been passionate giving and taking and if Liz thought about it enough, she could still feel his beard between her thighs, feel his hands on her body, his mouth on her skin. Plenty of fodder for future masturbatory fantasies.
If she rationalized it, they were just two lonely people with nothing to look forward to. She did care about him, a lot. Learning more about his past just made him burrow a little deeper into her soul. She'd be lying if she didn't admit that she felt like she was… creating him by just recording what the visions showed her. Knowing what he had been through, she knew that she shouldn't drag him along just because she was a bitter 27 year old divorcee and it felt good to get laid every now and again.
She lied to herself every now and again to rationalize why she left. One thing was apparent. She was going to go back to Kansas. The test was negative. Her latest vision fest was written out. She returned to the living room and waited. He was there in a moment. He picked up the pages and stared down on her. Different somehow and sad? He spoke for the first time in ages. "Your feelings don't matter. Don't let them matter. He has a destiny to fulfill and it doesn't involve filling your womb with children. He's fathered his children."
"What do you want me to do?"
"Catch him when he falls. The time is near. You will know when it's time to return to him." Then he was gone.
Liz drank. Then drank some more. She wasn't planning to get drunk. She wasn't planning to catch the eye of a good-looking guy… or to fuck his brains out in the backseat of his car. Frantically thrusting her hips down on his, she could feel it curling around the base of her spine. She didn't know so many positions were possible in the backseat of a car but he was hellbent on showing them all to her. She focused on his face, red from lack of blood, and tried to stave it off. This felt too good to ruin. She came and that momentary loss of control sent her spiraling into a seizure and into darkness.
She woke in the hospital. Monitors beeping, IV lines draped everywhere. She could see out the window in the room and into the hallway. It took some time for her vision to sharpen up. She could see Kyle talking to a tall blonde man. They were arguing. It wasn't the guy's fault. She had thrown herself at him. She had encouraged him to fuck her in the backseat of his car.
The guy was actually pretty hot. Liz found a pen in the bedside drawer and threw it at the window. The guy heard the sound before Kyle did. He was at her bedside in an instant. "Holy shitcakes, you're alive."
"It was a seizure. No big." She shrugged and tried to motion for Kyle to leave the room. He ignored her. "We weren't signing up for a registry." The guy nodded. "You're free to go now. I had fun. SO… uh… Thanks for a really… like really, really great time."
"So, you're okay." He shoved his hands into his jacket pockets.
"Totally okay. Sorry my wonky brain chemistry ruined the final act."
"Final? Darlin', we were just getting started." He grinned but stopped when Kyle glared at him. He left and Kyle crossed his arms.
"What?"
"You sleep with total strangers now?" He glared at her when she shrugged. "Do you have any idea how dangerous that is?"
"So, you're celibate." She nodded when he didn't answer. "He was a nice guy. He brought me to the hospital instead of dumping my ass on the side of the road." They stared at each other for a long time. "Get the doctor."
"Why?"
"I'm going to have another episode." Liz whispered as the world went white and the only movement she could detect was a pair of beating wings.
Kyle waited while the doctors worked. They kept trying to pump meds into her body but if he understood what was going on, then she would refuse to take them after she was released. His suspicion was that the seizures gave her the visions and suppressing the seizures would suppress the visions. She had latched onto this responsibility and had dragged it into his court, which was already undermanned and losing.
Liz woke up in the dead of night. She hated this town. It was a stupid town with a stupid name. Roswell. Where did that name come from? She had grown up in a Roswell and how she was hiding in a Roswell. Kyle had a sick fucking sense of humor. Kyle, who was asleep on the chair by the door, claimed he didn't know when he set up shop but that was a really huge coincidence. Her laptop was sitting on the rolling tray. She opened it up and tried to type but the visions were muted. So she wrote what she could but mostly stared at the blinking cursor.
She sat and stared at the screen and wondered why heaven was so dead set against her having sex. John was off limits. The athletic guy in the muscle car was weirded out. It was like she couldn't spit without hitting something attached to a destiny or disaster… of course, in her mind those words defined each other. The Angel appeared out of nowhere, like always.
He stared at her. She stared back. "The medications are stopping the visions." She nodded. "You have to leave." She nodded. "Now." She shook her head. "John needs you. The time is coming soon for him to remember."
"Which is it? Do you want me to stay away from him or do you want me to help him?" She sighed heavily. "John needs a lot of things. His memory. His diet. His drinking patterns. His work patterns. His clothes… and sometimes, his libido. So… what do you want me to do?"
"He needs you to help him through what's to come. You have to leave here. Now."
"Okay. But the doctors won't discharge me until they feel I'm stable. I'll stop taking the medications when I leave. It will take time for the side effects to wear off." She was tired of this. She was really beginning to hate angels.
The man walked over to the window that looked out over the parking lot. "The man you were with... the man you had sex with. He's an agent of the Lord."
Liz grinned. Of all the things that had happened since returning to Roswell, Georgia, that was one of the better events. "Well, he certainly was a gift from God."
"I'm not being glib. He's refusing to follow his path, just like you." Liz sighed and nodded that she was listening. Castiel stared right at her. "He will return to you. He must not meet John before John remembers."
"Why?"
"He is John's eldest son." Then the angel was gone and that feeling Liz had earlier made a return. She was destined to have her life fucked with in all manner of fuckedupness. Gritting her teeth, she shoved the laptop away from herself. Resistance was futile. That's what Max used to quote. "Jesus!" She cringed at the exclamation. That one was Max's too.
