Title: A Vegas Thing
Author: Kristin aka KiaraAlexisKlay
Category: Roswell Crossovers w/ Mr. & Mrs. Smith the movie starring Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie
Disclaimer: Roswell belongs to author Melinda Metz, and the television series belongs to Jason Katims, the WB, Fox, and SciFi. Mr. & Mrs. Smith, the movie starring Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie belongs to 20th Century-Fox.
Synopsis: What happens in Vegas doesn't always stay in Vegas.
Rating: MATURE: This chapter has mature themes and is semi-explicit.

A Vegas Thing

John Smith loved his wife very much.

Really, he did. And he'd kill anyone who said, implied, or threatened otherwise in the most painful way imaginable. Just because he was the, well one, of the world's greatest assassins, that didn't mean that he couldn't or didn't have feelings.

He did love his wife, truly, from the depths of his soul and with a heart he hadn't realized he still possessed, he loved her. Jane was this dark beauty with skill and poise and sexiness and that cute little mole right...off topic. The point was, no matter how many years they'd been married (Jane still insisted they were married a year more than what he said) or how many times they tried to kill each other (which just lead to really hot make-up sessions that lasted all day in bed, or against the wall, or on the carpet or...you get the idea) since, that fact never changed. It might have wavered a time or two, but in the end, their bond had just strengthened and brought them closer. Since that fiasco between 'Atlanta' and 'Father' - two rival agencies that set him and Jane up to kill each other, John and Jane had been more honest in their relationship, and a lot more forthcoming about themselves than either of them had felt comfortable enough to do so.

But John wasn't fooling himself. No matter how honest they were with each other now, he knew that there were things about Jane that she still held back, and probably never would tell him. And as long as it didn't affect them both now, with the life they'd fought to forge with sweat and blood and betrayl and hell of a lot of ammunition, he could understand that, respect it even.

He had secrets as well.

Well, one major secret that always lingered on the edge of his mind, popping up at various times and skirting the edge of being blurted out when Jane gave him that serious, intense look in her eyes that made him want to tell her anything she desired. Luckily, she didn't give him that look often, and it usually wasn't about his past, so he was safe and building up an immunity to it.

Though, his major secret wasn't excactly a complete secret, oh no. If someone knew half a secret, was the other half a secret still or not? That wasn't the point. The point was, he'd already told her the main portion of the secret, so it wasn't as if he was hiding that from her. He'd come clean to Jane about Vegas and him having been married, and that he'd gotten it annulled. Which was all of it, he just hadn't told her what had happened after that little stint of Vegan Matrimony.

What Jane didn't know and what John would never let on, especially after Jane's insistence on his 'ex'-wife's name and social security number, was that though the marriage was eventually annulled, for the seventy-two hours of non-stop matrimonial bliss, it had been a marriage in truth. Even now, the memories of those nights remained some of the most precious, kept in the recesses of his mind to be brought out on occassion, fondled in sweet remembrance, and then carefully packed away until needed again.

She also didn't know, and John wasn't too keen on letting her know, that he still checked up on his 'first' wife occassionally, but not because of any lingering, lust-filled feelings or ideas - Jeez, Jane would kill him dead!- but because of what came out of that alcohol induced union that kept him coming around.

That Nancy had gone on with her plans to marry Jeff Parker was a stroke of fate, destiny and kismet and karma all conspiring to let John off the hook. Besides, John didn't use his real name on the marriage license, and neither had Nancy, so there was really no messy annulment fees or a paper trail to link the two together. He and Nancy had left each other amicably and well-sated, he to his next mark and she to her fiancee, who had come to town after his own week long pre-wedding celebrations. Not even twenty four hours after their 'annullment', Nancy and Jeffrey Parker were married in a legal and binding union full of friends, family, and one stealthily hidden, dashing young assassin if he did say so himself. He'd been intrigued by Nancy, a young anthropology major, and he cherished the time he'd spent with the sweet and not too completely innocent soon-to-be-Mrs.-Parker. He told himself he just wanted to make sure that this Parker person was worthy of such a nice girl - he had to admit, he had his doubts about the wanting to rennovate his family-owned bar into an alien themed restaurant, but hey, he killed people for a living, why should he make fun of other peoples? Although...the alien themed diner in Roswell, New Mexico might have been taking things a little too far.

Which is why no one questioned Elizabeth's parentage when she was born just a little before the happy couple's nine month anniversary of wedded bliss. The fact that she was a little exotic brunette, and Jeff was dark haired and complected as well, instead of blond and blue eyed like her momma only helped.

But John knew, and deep down, he knew Nancy knew, if only for the fact that there was always that little sliver of doubt in the back of her mind. What if..? Quietly, under the guise of keeping her in the hospital for more tests, John and Nancy used one of John's many contacts for a DNA test, but John knew. Even before he got the bloodwork back, he knew that Elizabeth Shiri Parker was his own flesh and blood. Her hair was much darker than his natural light brown artificially colored blond, but there was no denying she strongly resembled a paternal grandmother that niether she nor John had had a chance to meet in person. Only a faded, crinkled photograph and John guarded that possession with a zealous determination, not even Jane had seen that photo. He'd been thrilled that it had survived the destruction of the house and the desecration of his private underground sanctuary by Jane and her 'Father's' agents.

Thankfully, neither Jeff, nor Jane and Elizabeth, were aware of any of this.

John loved his wife. He really, trully did. Especially now that they - him and Jane - were expecting a little girl of their own in a few months time.

But even though he'd never met her face to face, John loved his firstborn, too in his own distant fashion. Over the years he's checked up on her and her mother, sending money to help out, and she's the reason why John's here, back in Vegas where it all started. In a cheesy, run-down motel where a certain 

truck driver owning a snub-nosed 22 caliber who'd been passing through the Crashdown Diner & Cafe in Roswell, New Mexico one fateful, September day was staying.

Checking his gear and satisfied everything was in order, John snapped in a clip and loaded a bullet in the chamber, tucking the silencer in his jacket pocket and smoothing his jacket to hide the bulge of the gun. Placing a pair of Ray-Bans on his face, he strolled out his room.

John had a job to do, a Vegas thing.

He'd be home in time for dinner.

-finis-