Adia Chapter 33 Epilogue part 1, a roswell fanfic

Warnings: This story contains content that may be offensive such as cursing, sexual content, self-infliction/self-injury, strong language, and violence. It may also contain spoilers and lines/scenes of Ask Not, The End of the World, Harvest, Wipe Out!, Meet the Dupes, To Serve and To Protect, The Departure, Ch-Ch-Changes, and Graduation.
Disclaimer: I do not own Roswell or any other character, location, or whatever is mentioned in the works of Melinda Metz or Jason Katims, FOX, WB, and UPN.
Author's Note: There are lines/scenes taken from "Wipe Out!" (Season 2, Episode 7) and "Graduation" (Season 3, Episode 18). Pay attention to the dates because they jump around (by months). Gosh, I hope this part doesn't suck. I feel so... depleted.

Chapter Thirty-Three – Epilogue – Part 1:

Loose ends, they tangle down
and then take flight,
but never tie me down.
Never tie me down.

Off I go.
Where I fall
is where I land.

Off I go.
Where I fall.
is where I land.

Loose ends tangle down
and then take flight,
but never tie us down,
and never tie us down.

Off I go.
Where I fall
is where I land.

Ahhhhhhh....

Off I go.
Where I fall
is where I land.

"Off I Go," Greg Laswell.

June 2001; Roswell, New Mexico:

Flashback – the Crashdown/Liz's room:

It was always weird going up the Parkers' stairs. Despite the fact that he came up these very stairs so many times, he never got over it. His heart would always continue to try to beat out of his chest. It was the anticipation of seeing Liz, of seeing where she lived, of being in her presence, of being surrounded by all things Liz. With a deep breath, he raised his hand, knocked, and opened her door when he heard her voice inviting him in. He peeked his head through the crack.

Liz was sitting Indian-style on the floor when she twisted her head around and greeted him with a smile. Beautiful, he thought. She was glowing like most pregnant women, but she radiated such energy off of her that it made his heart beat faster. She got up to meet his opened arms.

"Congratulations on getting into Northwestern," he said, holding her tightly.

"Thanks Max, but you said that already today," she smiled.

"Did I?" he pulled away, giving her a Did-I-Really look. "I really don't remember!"

"Max!" Liz giggled as she playfully pushed him.

Zan growled as he silently watched the two interact with each other. Too friendly, they were too friendly with each other, and he didn't like it one bit. "Yes, you did. You said it ten times already. Are you getting dementia, asshole?"

As Liz turned around, Max shot him the middle finger behind her back. "Zan, don't be rude!" she said, placing her arms on her hips.

Zan tried not to laugh at the sight in front of him—a petite Liz trying to scolding him while her belly was beginning to stick out like a sore thumb. He would never get tired of the sight. "You, college girls, think you know everything now."

"Hey, we want to be loved for our minds, not our bodies," said Liz.

"Oh, trust me, Liz. You have a great mind," Max said, secretly flirting with her.

"Yes, she does. She does have a great mind and I appreciate it," Zan said, not wanting Max to get all the comments in. He knew exactly what Max was referring to and damn it to hell if he was going to let his twin come in and make such comments about his girl.

Liz rolled her eyes. "Anyway, Max, are you sure about going to Northwestern with me?"

"I've never been more serious," he replied.

Zan scoffed. "I dunno why he has to come. You have me."

"I don't see what good you'll be... Do you know anything about science?" asked Max.

"I know I can kick your ass!" Zan replied.

Liz twitched in anger. When she was her regular self, she would normally be just a little ticked off about them fighting over her, but pregnant Liz made her into this angry volcano that wanted to burst all the time. "Zan, stop it. You both have to realize that I'm going to have you both in my life, whether you two like it or not. So get used to it, buddy!"

Eyeing the lights that began to flicker, Max placed his hand on her back to calm her down. He could feel her power vibrating off her body. It came off in waves. The problem with having alien powders was they were often connected with emotions. There was just no control over them when feelings ran wild. He could feel Liz's powers constricting his body. As soon as he formed a unintentional connection with her, Liz gasped as she began to receive flashes.

"Liz?" Max asked in concern.

She placed her hand over her mouth as she regained her bearings. She allowed herself to bask in horror before she spoke. "We're all going to be killed."

- - - -

Flashback – Michael's Apartment:

"Do you mean 'all', as in everybody?" Maria asked.

"No. I mean, everyone not an alien is safe. It's just the royal seven and… me," Liz said softly.

Michael frowned. "So? I dream we all get whacked every other night. Why the meeting?"

"Man, you too?" Rath said, lightly smacking his hand against his twin's arm.

"Liz started to have premonitions—" Max started.

"Like from Charmed?" asked Alex, cutting Max off. "Like Phoebe? Because I can totally picture you as Phoe—"

"Alex! Be serious here," said Kyle. "Obviously it's like Charmed. The girls can both move stuff, and Ava can sort of manipulate time because she makes you see what's not there and then time is lost!"

Zan sighed, dropping his head down. Sometimes he wondered why the humans needed to stick around, even if they did know their secret. He liked the guys, but sometimes when they talked, Zan felt like punching them in the balls... hard. "Look, Liz started havin' premonitions from touchin' people."

Max nodded in agreement. "I didn't know it was anything but a while back, she saw a woman about to be killed in an armed robbery. We followed them and were able to stop it."

Kyle leaned forward from his seat in a panic. "Wait, Liz, you said everyone not alien. I'm technically an alien too right now. I mean, I fought in that battle. That means I'm going to get whacked too, right?"

"I don't know, Kyle. I—I didn't see you in my flash," she replied.

Kyle was desperate. He was still young. He couldn't die now, not yet! "What do you mean you didn't see me? So maybe then that means I'm not going to die? That I still have a chance?" Ava hugged him.

"So wait, you believe this—that this could really happen?" asked Alex.

"I think we should all take this seriously," Max replied.

"Okay, so where do we get popped, when do we popped, and who pops us?" asked Rath.

"I don't know," said Liz. "The flashes were sort of impressionistic."

"We need more info," Lonnie said, leaning back on Rath. Just having Liz tell them they were going to die wasn't enough. They needed to know more before they could take action.

"It has to be the Skins. We killed Tess and Khivar's army. He must be coming for us now," Ava spoke.

"Where were you when you had the flashes?" asked Isabel.

"Back at Liz's place," Zan answered.

"You said you got these flashes from touching people," Kyle said.

"Well, Max put his hand on me—"

"On you?" asked Maria with a questionable face that hinted at something perverted.

"Maria! He put his hand on my back and I got the flashes," responded Liz, knowing exactly where her best friend was going with this. Maria, too often, liked to tease her about this love triangle.

"I say you touch some more," Ava said.

"Yeah, you guys can attempt to achieve another flash," Alex said.

Liz began to blush, but when she saw the smoky look on Max's face, she bit her lip and forced herself to stare at the ground. "I don't want to," she said, meekly.

"I guess it seems like the thing to do," Max said, happily ignoring the strained look on Zan's face.

- - - -

Flashback:

"No, Liz. I refuse it!" Zan yelled, running his fingers through his hair before he sat down on Liz's bed.

"Zan, you can't tell me what to do. This isn't some sort of scheme of Max's. This is our lives at stake here!" she said, getting angry at him for refusing this.

"Why him?" he asked. He almost didn't even want to know the answer.

"Zan, you knew what Max was to me before you came along. With Max, it's just… I always get flashes from him."

He grimaced. "Do you think this means something? That you can't get flashes from me?"

Liz took his hand. "No, no! Zan, don't even think like that. I love you and you love me; we don't need flashes to prove it."

"I don't like dis one bit. Not one bit, Angel."

Liz sighed and sat on his lap. Cupping his face and forcing him to look at her, she softly kissed him. "Zan, I love you and I'm with you. Nothing is going to change that."

He clenched his teeth, trying not to let her win but it was useless. Zan was a jealous man by nature, but that was because of Liz. He loved her too much. He already lost her once. No, twice. He couldn't handle it if he lost her again. The first time nearly killed him. The second time just left him apathetic, too frozen to think and feel.

He wrapped his arms around her waist, murmured a "I love you" and caressed his lips against her, showing her exactly who she belonged to. He grinned when she let out a soft moan as he stroked his tongue against hers.

Then the door opened and Max peeked his head in. "Am I interrupting?" They broke apart and Zan bared his teeth angrily at his twin. Liz got off of Zan's lap and ushered Max into her room.

"Liz, if he does anythin' funny, jus' yell. I'm gonna be right outside da door," Zan said before bumping his shoulder into Max's side angrily and leaving.

When it was just the two of them, a heavy silence filled the room.

"So tough job," Max joked, trying to relieve the tension that suddenly filled the room.

"Look, Max, I'm with Zan. Like he said, if you do anything funny... Only difference is I'm not going to scream because I trust you." Even though she said that, she knew she wouldn't really stop him. Instead she'd welcome his touch like a bad relapse heroin addiction. But they had to do this; they had to know more about their impending deaths.

"I won't do anything you don't want me to," he said, holding his arms up in surrender.

Walking towards her, he let her slide herself into his arms. Their arms went around each other's waists. They held each other for a bit, feeling slightly uncomfortable since Zan was right outside the door and everyone was downstairs just waiting for them to get another flash. They tried to be comfortable with each other, but it had been a while since they were so intimate with one another. It was a little weird, but at the same time, it felt like coming home. And the huge problem was there was no flash, which only brought up the question of how long they were supposed to stay like this. Max even tried forming a connection but to no avail. Unable to relax, both had formed an emotional wall which prevented each other from connecting.

Liz pulled away enough to look at Max in the face, her arms still around him. "This is ridiculous. I mean, we're good. We're friends. We can do this. I mean, if we made a connection involuntarily, we can do it again."

"Uhh, yeah," nervously said Max. Having Liz in such close proximity was wrecking havoc on his body. How could he remain calm when her body was flushed up against his own? He was hoping his body wouldn't reveal just how much she affected him. She would surely feel him if she were any closer.

"YOU DONE YET?" yelled Zan on the other side of the door with a few hard bangs against the door.

Liz glared in annoyance. "NO!"

"Well, hurry up! We ain't got all day!" he growled.

She shook her head. Sometimes she felt like she was dating a child. "I'm sorry. Zan's not always this..."

"It's okay," said Max. "I get it." He doesn't deserve you, he thought.

"You know what? Just kiss me," she ordered.

"Wh—what?" Did he just hear her correctly?

"Any second, Zan is going to break down the door and I want to find out where all of this leads. I mean, I know what I saw before and if it's true, then I want to prevent our deaths. So kiss me."

"Are you sure, Liz?"

"It's not like we haven't kissed before. It'll be fine."

He nodded, more nervous than before. He leaned his head down and she stood on her toes. Awkwardly, their noses slid next to each other. He could feel her breath on his lower lips. Instinctively, his fingers clenched around her waist. Liz raised her lips to his and when the gap was closed, she let out an involuntary sigh. The last time they had kissed was at the café, right before she had a premonition about the woman being robbed. They hadn't talked or acknowledged it since that night.

When she felt the pressure of his lips on hers, she suddenly felt cold despite the fact that he was so warm. She was wrong. She thought it would be fine, but the kiss was too... It was too familiar for them—the taste, the feel.

Max pulled away. "You okay?" he asked.

She nodded and licked her dry lips. All she wanted was to feel him again, so she leaned on her tippy toes and kissed him

He let out a soft groan. This was where Max belonged. Their lips slowly moved as if they had never broken up.

He felt her hand cup the back of his neck and he pressed himself closer to her body. It had been too long. Too long since she was in his arms like this, too long since her body was pressed up against his, too long. This was Liz. He was kissing Liz. His beautiful Liz.

They wrapped their arms around each other as if they couldn't get close enough. Who began where, no one could probably tell. He practically lifted her off the ground, holding her to him. Ripping her lips away from his, she moaned, "Max, hold me," as the flashes came in a rush. Max held her tighter and began to trail his lips down her neck, sucking, licking, gently biting. "Oh god," she whimpered as heat began to pool between her legs.

- - - -

Flashback:

"So, who's this Bryce McCain?" Rath asked, scratching his eyebrow.

"He's a science fiction novelist and he's going to be at the UFO convention," Liz answered.

"We have less than two weeks before we're all killed," Max stated.

"God, how does this happen? And why now?" Maria asked desperately.

"Probably 'cause we killed Tess," Lonnie said. "She was Khivar's bitch."

"We need to come up wit' a plan as a team," Zan said.

"A team? Zan, look at us. It's ridiculous," Rath said.

Ava kicked him. "You ain't helpin'."

Rath pretended he was going to lunge at her, causing her to yelp and fall back against Kyle. He smiled in triumph and then was quickly serious again. "Fine, then. What's the plan?"

The group looked at both Max and Zan for the plan. They were the King, the leaders. "I'm not makin' any decision for anyone. I'm givin' up the throne," Zan said.

"Me too," said Max. "Michael, you're not my second in command and Isabel, you're not a princess. Right now, we're just fighting for our lives."

"Ditto. You guys decide whatcha gonna do," Zan said. "But we need to start plannin' on how to fight back."

"I've got a better idea. Why don't we get outta here before they land on us? We leave," said Rath.

"You read my mind," Michael said.

"And where do we go?" asked Kyle.

"Anywhere but here," replied Michael. "Let's face it, they know who we are. It's over. We leave Roswell, we leave fast, and we leave as quietly as we can. We all go separately."

Maria blinked in disbelief. She knew what he was asking of them, of her. "Separately?"

"Right now, the only ones in danger, according to crystal ball here, are us—the royal seven—and Liz. So the rest of you are safe. You can stay here," he replied.

Maria scoffed as her mouth moved, but no words came out. She then threw her hands up in the air and let out a controlled aggravated scream. This was so like Michael. He would abandon her at a moment's notice. After all they've been through, all the heart aches and struggles, he was always willing to just up and go. It was typical of him—always one foot in and one foot out the door. "Oh, so now I'm not invited? You're just going to leave me here? This is incred— this is perfect! This is just a perfect way to end this entire, stupid thing. Forget it. Fine. Goodbye, good luck." She began to walk again.

Michael began to follow her, but stopped when he felt Liz's hand on his arm. "Let me," she said and chased after her best friend.

"Maria, wait!" she yelled as she caught up to her.

"What?" she snapped at Liz.

"What is your problem, Maria? What is your problem?"

"I have risked my life! I have given up everything. I mean, every other friend I've ever had, I've completely blown off," she said with her bottom lip quivering. Tears began to pool in her eyes. "My mother doesn't even know me anymore. And now that it's all over, you're one of them. You're part of it. You're going to go off with them and leave me in Roswell, and I'm gonna be stuck here as a waitress for the rest of my life."

Liz stared at her in disbelief. "Can you really look at me and say this? I am most likely about to be killed in twelve days and what are you saying? You're saying that you're pissed off because you're not getting killed too."

"Yes. No." She shook her head. "I just… I don't know. I'm falling apart here, Liz. I know I'm being ridiculous right now. I know I sound crazy. I know—"

"Maria, it's just that all I have heard for the past five months is how you want out of the alien chaos. And now what? You want back in? Which one is it? Do you want in or do you want out?"

"I don't know," she said, grasping Liz's hands. "Which one is better for me? You can see the future, Liz. Tell me. Maybe you'll have a flash. Just tell me. Which one is better for me?"

Cupping her best friend's face in her hands, Liz spoke, "Maria, listen to me. You've got to stop, okay?" It wasn't just Maria who was having a hard time—they all were. But what could they do? What could she tell her best friend who was just as confused as the rest of them? "Who knows, alright? I can see the future and I have no idea. Maybe you just need to try and decide what you want and go get it, okay?"

- - - -

Flashback:

Burying his face into Liz's hair, Zan took in her honeyed strawberry scent as they laid on her bed. "Baby, where do you want to go? 'Cause anywhere you go, I'm followin'."

She lazily drew circles on his chest with her fingers. "I don't know. I don't know," she said. How could she decide? It was worse than deciding where to go to college. Where she went now determined her future and it didn't include college anymore. College was out of the picture. Liz would never have a normal life after this decision. "Maybe I should ask Max."

Zan scowled and pulled away from her. "Max? Why the fuck do you wanna ask him for?"

"Zan, I—" she said, sitting up.

"No, Liz. You're wit' me now. Why da hell do ya need to know where he's goin'?"

She bit her lower lip. "Zan, I've been thinking and as much as I love you, I love him just the same." She recalled the moment when she told Future-Max that there would never be another person that affected her like Max did. She was sure Future-Max hadn't counted on Zan appearing. She could deny it as much as she wanted to, but she was still in love with Max even if she's carrying Zan's child. Just remembering how much Future-Max loved her, she knew her present-Max loved her just the same. She couldn't just leave him behind like he never existed. She couldn't. And that kiss, it just made it clear to her now—that Max will always be the love of her life.

"What are you sayin', Liz? That you don't want to be wit' me?"

"I do. God, Zan, I do! So much, but I still love Max. I—… I can't choose. I may be having your child, but my heart… I still love him."

He couldn't believe what he was hearing. He didn't know what to think. The woman of his dreams, the love of his life carrying his child, is telling him that she still loved his twin. He never felt more hurt in his entire life. Shaking his head, he got up, climbed out her window, ignored her pleas, climbed down the ladder, and just kept walking.

- - - -

Flashback:

"How can she still love ya? She's carryin' my child," Zan said.

He didn't know how he made it to the park or understand why Max was here too, but before he knew it, he was sitting down beside his twin and pouring his freaking heart out. How very unlike Zan.

"Liz and I, we go back a long time and just because she's with you now doesn't mean it's over for us," said his twin.

"I love her and I ain't losin' her to you or to anyone else."

"I love her too, Zan, and I'm not giving up on her."

"So what do we do now?" he asked.

Neither one had the answer.

- - - -

Flashback:

"I can't choose. I CAN'T CHOOSE, OKAY? You think I want it to be this way? I can't help the way I feel! I mean, I'm so confused right now. I love you, Max, and I love you, Zan. It's not helping matters either that the baby recognizes both of you as the father! God, why can't things ever be simple with you aliens?!" rambled on Liz who looked to be on the verge of a breakdown.

"Liz—" Max began.

"Angel—" Zan spoke.

She paced back and forth, and then she suddenly threw up her arms. "Child, I swear, if you don't stop kicking right now, I'm going to kill both of your fathers!" she yelled at her stomach. "I know you want your daddies. You don't have to kick me every time they're in the room."

"The baby kicks when we're in the room?" asked Zan.

"Uh uh, don't you change the subject mister!" Liz pointed her finger at him.

Zan blanched. He wasn't trying to.

Max tried not to laugh. "Liz, Zan's just trying to—"

"Don't make excuses for him, Max!" she pointed her finger at him too.

Max cringed.

"I don't want you two to make me choose! I can't! I refuse to!"

"You refuse to choose?" asked Max.

"YES! I refuse to choose!"

"But sweetie, you can't have us both," replied Zan.

"And why the hell not?" yelled Liz.

Max and Zan looked at each other, and then back at Liz who was still steaming.

- - - -

Flashback:

"Are you serious—third grade?" asked Zan.

"Yeah, third grade," replied Max. "I got off that bus and there she was. She was just playing some sort of human hand game with her friends, and I knew she was the one for me."

"Jeez, man. Ya were whipped since third grade?"

"Hey, if you met her in third grade, you'd be whipped too."

Zan smirked. That would probably be true. "I can't believe she's refusin' to choose."

"You're telling me. I'll feel so much better when this is all over."

"You mean when she picks me."

"Zan, did you just not hear yourself say that Liz refused to choose?" asked Max incredulously. "Obviously she's going to choose me. I've loved her the longest."

"Fuck off, man. She's mine."

"You fuck off."

"Oh my god, guys!" cried a frustrated Maria. She had been watching the two men bicker in front of her for an hour about who was going to get Liz.

"You two are so despicable, like two little puppies. Pick me, Liz! No, pick me! Just suck it up and realize Liz loves you both equally. She's not going to choose. I know Liz. Right now, I have a better chance of being with Liz than you guys. You two better get used to the idea of you being with her together."

Zan and Max gave each a look, and looked away, having an odd feeling that Maria was right.

- - - -

Flashback – Somewhere outside Phoenix:

He smiled, quite pleased with himself. "When my soldiers told me what they had found, I just had to see for myself," spoke Nicholas. He had been searching for her for so long. "Tsk, tsk, tsk. What's the matter, Courtney? Too weak to run?" he said to the wounded blonde who was on the ground.

She hissed as her hand pressed against her stomach. This wasn't a flesh wound. She wouldn't survive, not with the amount of blood she was losing. "Leave me alone," she spat.

"Ah, you see, Courtney, I can't do that. You were always the social butterfly. Always the first to make new friends. But what I want to know is where are yours hiding?" Nicholas could imagine telling Khivar that he crushed the renegade group. It felt almost too good to be true.

She would never tell him. Her loyalties laid with Michael a.k.a. General Rath. "I think," she breathed out. "I think I see a chest hair, Nicholas. Way to go."

Nicholas growled. Back on Antar, he was a confident general, but here on Earth, he was barely a pubescent boy. This did not go well with his comrades. How was he supposed to be a great general if he was stuck in a child's body? He grabbed her hair roughly and smiled sinisterly. "Fine. We'll do this the hard way."

Placing his hand on her head, he began to search her mind for answers. Flipping past memory after memory, he dug deeper, looking for something of interest.

Courtney screamed at the pain. It was like her head was tearing into two. The pain was greater than her stomach wound. A hundred times worse. Her memories, her life's moments—it was as if they weren't hers anymore. She tore her head from his hands, panting as soon as the pain lifted.

"Hmm, let's see. You had scrambled eggs for breakfast. Then you slipped into that husk that punk stole from us."

She couldn't fight anymore. He would know all her secrets. It was only a matter of seconds before he knew where her group was. She couldn't let him find out. He may be a boy on Earth, but Nicholas was a great general. He had a great and damaging power. He will win, and she will definitely lose.

"I hope they kill you," she hissed.

"They? I hope you mean the royal seven, if you could even call them that. You've become awfully chummy with them, haven't you, Courtney?"

She glared at him.

"Are you hiding something else?" he asked. He noticed her expression changed. "You are! You have a secret. What do you know?" he said with a delightful tone. He placed his hand on her head once again and dug deeper into her mind. He ripped everything from her hippocampus.

Flash: "If anything happens to me, to us, I want you to be able to save yourself. Now, if I tell you where the Granilith is, do you swear never to tell anyone?" asked Michael.

Nicholas gasped in delight. "Oooohhhh, the Granilith!" he exclaimed happily. They had been searching for the machine for so long. Who knew it was on Earth? They thought it was still hidden on Antar. "That's definitely a bonus. I hope he gave you detailed directions."

As his hand reached for her head, she spat, "Fuck you!" Reaching behind her, she pressed the button on her back, closed her eyes, and disintegrated.

Nicholas growled and then shrugged with a bored look. "Now, that's a soldier."

To Be Continued.

Stay tuned for Epilogue – Part 2! Coming soon.