Author's Note: It's been fun while it lasted, at least for me. I know this story was quite long and there was a lot going on, but I just wanted something different for Liz, for Max, for Future-Max, for Zan and the dupes, and for the Roswell storyline. Once the story got into my head, I couldn't get it out till I had it written. I hit a few bumps in the road when writing this story, delaying some chapters, but I'm glad I finally finished it. This may be one of my longest fics ever and I don't think I ever want to attempt writing such a long one again.
I am in the process of writing a couple of new stories; I am focusing on one story called "Animal" but I'm not going to post it till it's halfway completed. This way I can ensure that I have enough time to write it and complete it.
Thanks for your feedbacks. I really appreciate them and whenever I am feeling down, I just turn back to them. Thank you so much for sticking with this story. I really hope you enjoyed it. Kisses to you all!
Rating: NC-17.
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). It's been fun while it lasted. I hope you guys enjoyed the story! =] I'm in the process of writing a new story, but I'm not going to post it till it's halfway completed.
Chapter Thirty-Four – Epilogue – Part 2:
I'm running out of ways to make you see.
I want you to stay here beside me.
I won't be okay and I won't pretend I am,
so just tell me today and take my hand.
Please take my hand.
Please take my hand.
Just say yes.
Just say there's nothing holding you back.
It's not a test nor a trick of the mind;
only love.
It's so simple and you know it is.
You know it is, yeah.
We can't be to and fro like this.
All our lives.
You're the only way to me.
The path is clear.
What do I have to say to you?
For God's sake, dear,
for God's sake, dear,
for God's sake, dear,
for God's sake, dear,
for God's sake, dear.
Just say yes.
Just say there's nothing hold you back.
It's not a test nor a trick of the mind;
only love.
Just say yes,
'coz I'm aching and I know you are too.
For the touch of your warm skin
as I breathe you in.
I can feel your heart beat through my shirt.
This was all I wanted.
All I want.
It's all I want.
It's all I want.
It's all I want.
It's all I want.
Just say yes.
Just say there's nothing hold you back.
It's not a test nor a trick of the mind;
only love.
Just say yes,
'coz I'm aching and I know you are too.For the touch of your warm skin
as I breathe you in.
"Just Say Yes," Snow Patrol.
June 2001:
Flashback—Roswell, New Mexico:
Liz hummed lightly to the radio as she lit the candles on her balcony. Ever since she refused to make a choice between Max and Zan, she felt much better. She knew she still had to make a choice but for now, she didn't have to think about it. Not having to decide lifted such weight off her shoulders and with this pregnancy, that's what she needed—a stressed free life. She deserved it.
This past year had been hell. Her heart had been broken so many times, she tried to kill herself, she lost the men she loved, and now she was pregnant. Who would have thought her life would turn out like this? Who thought her second chance would bring the dupes and this baby into her life? Not her.
Then came another problem. She and her friends were going to die on their graduation day. Everything they worked for, all those years of school, was going to end on their happiest day of their lives. Stressed free life apparently didn't last very long.
She felt Max approach behind her. She always found it strange how she sensed him when he was nearby. It was like they were linked. "Liz, I've been thinking about what happened before... when we saved that woman's life. I just... I have this weird feeling about it," he spoke.
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"I've just been feeling like I have no path, you know? Nowhere to go. Maybe... maybe that's why I've been put here: to help people. Maybe that's what I should do with my life after I leave Roswell."
She smiled. "Like Tom Joad in Grapes of Wrath. Doing good deeds and avoiding the law."
Max smiled. Liz always understood him. No matter what, she was always the only one that would get him. "The thing is I can't do that without you."
"Max..." Liz began to say, nervously looking behind her.
Max sighed. "I know, I know. I just can't be anywhere else without you."
"HEY! Whatcha two whisperin' 'bout?" Zan yelled from Liz's room.
"Max, I would do anything if it means being with you... But I can't just be with you. I love Zan too."
"I don't like how close you twos are standin' next to each other!" continued Zan.
"Shut up, Zan! We're having a moment here!" growled Max.
"A MOMENT?! WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN YOU TWO ARE HAVIN' A MOMENT?" Zan screamed.
Liz snickered. "It's not nice to tease him like that, Max."
"I know, but it's fun," he smirked with a wink.
Zan climbed through the window and walked in between Max and Liz, separating them. "Let's see ya have a moment NOW."
"Zan, don't be rude. Did you get my booties? My feet are so cold," she pouted.
He scratched his head. He got so caught up in moving them apart that he stopped looking for the knit boots. "Sorry, I forgot." He went back into Liz's room to get them.
Max took this opportunity to open Liz's grill. "A trick I learned from Superman. Let's see if it really works." He picked up a charcoal and clenched it tightly in his hand. A bright light glowed around his fist. He turned away from Liz and wiped the object on his shirt.
Turning around, he got on his knee and held it up to her. It sparkled in the night.
Liz's hand flew to her mouth when she recognized it. "Oh my god..." He couldn't be... But he was on his knees and in his hands were... He was. Oh god, he was!
"Liz, they're taking our home from us. They want to kill us and... they might. But when I look in your eyes, I don't feel angry or deprived. I feel like the luckiest half-human on the planet." He gulped. He had a speech all planned out but now that he was in the act, he could only say what he felt in the moment. "You're pure, you're true, and you're real. And right now that seems like the only thing that's important. I want to be with you Liz... forever."
She wanted to cry, but decided to bite her lower lip instead. "Forever may only be twelve days."
He grabbed her hand and gently pulled her down onto her knees. "Then we'll take those twelve days and we'll live twelve lifetimes," he said, placing the diamond in her palm.
"Liz Parker, will you marry me?"
"I—" she began to reply.
"FUCK HELL NO SHE WON'T!" screamed Zan as he climbed out through the window, threw down the knit boots, and tackled Max to the ground. He reached into his pocket while pinning his twin down and scrambled to put something into Liz's hand.
Surprised by the tackle, Liz didn't know what was happening when Zan grabbed her hand. When she opened her palm, she saw Max's diamond and next to that was a ring. Zan had gotten her a ring! It was gold with small diamonds around the front half of the band.
"Marry me, Liz!" exclaimed Zan, still pinning his twin to the ground.
Max elbowed Zan on the side and flipped them so now he was on top. "I asked first!"
Liz glared at the two. These two—they would never stop. How did her life become this? Most would kill just to find their one true soulmate, but Liz had two and she had to choose. Screw this, she thought. All the love she had felt a moment ago was gone; there was only frustration. With a twitch in her right eye, she clenched her hand that held the two items. A light erupted from her fist.
"Liz, what are you doing?" the men both asked, pausing in their fight but remaining on the floor, looking up at her.
When she opened her palm, they saw the diamond had become the center piece on the ring. She smiled, proud of herself. Humming happily, she slid the ring onto her ring finger and left the two dazed men on the floor,.
- - - -
June 2001:
Flashback—West Roswell High's 2001 Graduation:
No longer teenagers. They were all adults now. And it only took about eighteen years to get here, to this one single moment where everyone would leave their parents' nest and go out into the world, making their own decisions. While some had to grow much faster than others, it was still all the same. They all still suffered the same problems, but this moment told them they all made it. Or at least made it for now until they spend another four years becoming the adults they were meant to be.
Maria stood off to the side, just watching. Everything was changing again. Her life had gone from normal to bizarre, to the unknown. What was she supposed to do after this day? Where was she supposed to go? Who did she have left? She stepped to the side, avoiding crashing into a bunch of happy students donned in their graduation clothes. She watched them laugh and giggle, and hug each other. Why couldn't she be happy as well? Why didn't she have the same smile everyone else had? Then she remembered—her closest friends were to be killed in a few days. This wasn't a day of celebration. No, not for them.
Seeing her mom wave to her, Maria swiped the tear that fell down her cheek away and walked to her.
"Maria DeLuca. Oh my baby girl is graduating!" shrieked Amy as she jumped up and down with a clap as if she was a child.
Maria smiled and curtsied in her bright red robe. She laughed when her mother launched herself at her. She held her mom tightly, just savoring this moment.
"Students, please take your seats!" boomed the Principal as he tapped the microphone.
Everyone rushed to their seats, but being too excited to sit still, they continued to talk to their friends. Maria took her seat next to the people whose last names started with the letter D. She turned around and smiled when she found her friends, sitting in various places, all looking at one another.
"Congratulations, congratulations West Roswell High class of 2001!" boomed the Principal. "Now I know you're all excited to leave this place and start your lives out in the world, but as we continue to honor our senior class, we like to give them a few of our own words of wisdom before we send you out into the world as High School graduates."
Everyone in the auditorium cheered.
"So now, it's my pleasure to introduce our special guest for this evening: a three-time Hugo Award winner for excellence in science fiction and an international best-selling author, Bryan McCain!"
Everyone applauded. It was so typical of West Roswell to choose someone famous for science fiction. After all, it was Roswell, New Mexico—home of the aliens.
Maria bit onto her lower lip, trying not to let out a cry. Bryan McCain—the man who was supposed to be at the UFO Convention—he was here now! She looked back again at her friends who all had glistening eyes and shocked expressions. It was time. They knew they didn't have a few days; they only had a few hours today. What were they going to do? Maria balled her fists into her robe and tried to hold back the choking sobs.
Bryan McCain—a simple man who was balding, who wore glasses, who wore a tweed coat—was just a man who only wanted to spread his scientific findings to the world. He was given the honor to speak at a graduation ceremony, but what he didn't know was he held a deeper role in the battle of good versus bad aliens. He was the sign that people, good people, were going to die.
"Much of my work is about the possibility of alien life," spoke McCain. "Of course, that's fiction, but the truth is that we're all aliens, really, in our own way... especially in high school."
"Psssssshhhhhhhhhh. This is—This is team leader, Viceroy. All shooters report in, please," buzzed through the earpiece.
Clothed from head to toe in black, a sniper breathed in deeply as he located his target with his weapon—Zan, now known as Max Evans. He pressed his earphone. "This is Bulldog. My target is in the clear."
"This is Terrier. My target is in the clear," hummed the earpiece.
He waited for the rest of his team to get into position. Keeping his eye on the King, he smirked. This war will end today.
"This is Pointer. My target is in the clear."
Zooming closer on his target with his telescopic sight, he waited for his team leader to give him the go. Khivar would win today.
"This is—This is Viceroy. All shooters stand by. Do not fire until the rest of the unit has arrived," hissed his team leader through the radio. "Repeat, do not fire until the rest of the unit has arrived to secure the facility."
The sniper sighed. They were aliens yet they were using human technology. Their alien weapons, other than their powers, did not seem to work on Earth. Something to do with the planets' difference in gravity, or whatever the scientists had gone on and one about. They wanted to use their powers, but they couldn't risk the humans knowing their existence. There would be another war, and one was enough already. Bulldog glared at the human weapon in his hand. He prayed this would work, and if it didn't, they had backup plans.
- - - -
Michael Guerin had dropped out of school. There was no way he was graduating. He had been in and out of school more than a normal student should be. He had been given so many chances by the school to change his ways when they knew of his home situation, but sympathy was not going to get him anywhere. Sympathy would not allow him to graduate with his friends, so he took this exact moment to leave. They could start their new lives without him and he would do the same.
Sitting on his motorcycle, he stared at the sign that read "You're leaving Roswell, New Mexico." How often he wanted to leave this place, and here he was now, actually leaving what he had known all his life behind. His family, his true family, always kept him here. He couldn't leave behind the only people he knew who cared for him. They were the ones who always brought him back when he tried to leave. But now they were all going their own way, separately. He was on his own.
Sighing, he reached into his back pocket and held what had been nagging him in the back of his mind. He looked down at the Lovers tarot card. Crinkled and ripping at the edges, Michael kept it on him to remind him of what he also had besides his family. Maria DeLuca, the first girl he ever admitted to loving, the only girl he would ever love.
Staring back at the sign again, he held back his tears and let the card drop to the ground. He put on his helmet, started his bike, and took off with a roar. He was going to start his life.
- - - -
"When I sat down to write this speech," McCain spoke. "I was struck by the similarities between what I do and the situation that you find yourself in now."
Max looked at Liz. This was what she predicted. But the time they had predicted was all off. They were going to be killed today, not a few days from now. He painfully smiled at his beloved and felt a bit better when she returned a smile. He searched the auditorium for their enemies, but it was too dark. The lights had dimmed down to focus only on McCain when he walked in. He couldn't see them, but he felt them. He could feel danger, the hatred in the room; he felt his enemies.
"... believe in what could be. About having faith... okay, that life and the universe holds more than what we perceive. As your contemplate," continued McCain.
Max knew it was time. With a tight jaw, he slowly got up and walked up to the podium.
Whispers broke out due to the interruption.
"Pssssssshhhhhhhhhhh. We've got movement. Target is active. I repeat, target is active," spoke Bulldog into his earpiece. He followed Max with his scope, keeping his vision on him.
His leader responded, "Bulldog, maintain target. Keep the kid in your sites."
Bulldog cursed. "What the hell is he doing?" This was not the plan.
Max placed his hand over the microphone and whispered to the guest speaker, "You need to leave the building right now."
"What?" McCain replied.
"It's for your own safety," he said. Using his powers to manipulate McCain's speech cards, he changed the words to say: "LEAVE NOW FOR YOUR OWN SAFETY."
The man gave Max a bewildered look, completed shocked by what he just saw, and did what any normal person would do—he backed away.
Max stared at the microphone before him. He stared at the confused looks in the crowd only to find the one face that gave him confidence. He then knew exactly what to say.
"Hi. I'm Max Evans. I'm sorry to interrupt Mr. McCain, but I'd like to take his opportunity to say a few things on behalf of myself and the graduating class."
"Ew, what is Evans doing?" cried Pam Troy to her friends. "He's ruining our graduation!"
Max reached for the microphone. He had to protect his family. He had to protect them all. He used his powers to short-circuit all the lights in the room. The crowd moaned in surprise. The only light that remained was on him.
Bulldog cursed when he heard his teammates say they lost their targets. "I still have a lock on the target," he snarled.
Liz waved her hands at Kyle, Maria, and Alex, telling them they had to leave. They got up slowly and began to walk out.
Jeff Parker looked at his daughter, confused by what was going on. "Lizzie?" he spoke, but she didn't look back. She just kept walking.
Max gulped. He watched as his friends left safely. "Some of us here tonight to walk across this stage, get our hard-earned diplomas and toss our caps into the air," he spoke, staring down at the robed students of Roswell. "But there's another group here tonight, a group of people who are here for another reason altogether. They're here to say goodbye. Goodbye to their high school lives."
Isabel wiped her tears and turned to her parents. "Mom, Dad, I love you so much!"
"Isabel, what's going on?" her dad asked.
"Please don't ask me anything. I can't answer. Just know that, I am so grateful for all the things you've done for me and Max. Thank you for taking us in and giving us a family we never knew we could have."
"Isabel, wait," her mom responded.
"Isabel, we love you too," said her dad, seemingly to understand just what Isabel was trying to say. She was saying goodbye.
She couldn't do this. If she saw her them cry, she wouldn't be able to leave. She wasn't as strong as Michael who was ready to leave everything behind in a second. She turned from them and ran out, following her friends.
Max watched as his sister ran out. He saw his parents, the Parkers, and everyone staring at him, expecting he would tell them what was going on. "You see, this group has been through a lot. And tonight is the night they've decided to call it quits. It's been a long and hard road for them. They have a lot of wounds... They've lost people, people that were close to them. They've had each other to cling to, but tonight, that's all coming to an end."
"What is he talking about?" said a frowning Pam Troy. The class of 2001 all had no idea what was going on. This was not how they had rehearsed for their graduation ceremony.
Viceroy, the team leader and quite a big man, began walking down the dark path leading to West Roswell High with the rest of his team following behind him. He cursed as he received his team's intermission. "What's going on? Do you have them or not?" he hissed.
". This is Pointer. I don't see her."
"This is Terrier. I've lost my target too."
"This is Bulldog. I have a clean shot on my target. Should I take him?"
He breathed out almost in relief. At least they had one target—the most important target. Ignoring the brisk wind, he replied, "Wait. We're almost in position." With a nod to his men, he spoke. "Team, you know what to do," And his men who took off to their positions.
Max clenched the sides of the podium, digging his nails into the wood. "I'm a member of that group of... outsiders. I always knew I was different and for a long, long time, all I wanted was to be another face in the crowd."
For so long, Max Evans wished he could just be normal. He just wanted to be human. He wanted to laugh, smile, and have fun like the rest of the teens his own age. All so he could be with Liz. But he wasn't normal nor was he human, and somehow he had Liz.
"But in the end, it wasn't possible. I guess it never was. So from now on, I'll just concentrate on being who I really am. Some of you might not like that. Some of you might even find that frightening."
He thought, I am in love with Elizabeth Parker. I am a hybrid clone. I am an alien. I am human. I am the King of Antar, a far and distant planet. I am known as Zan. I am Max Evans.
"But that's not my problem anymore. I have to be who I really am and let fate take care of the rest. So thank you, Roswell... Thank you for letting me live among you. Thank you for giving me a family. Thank you for giving me a home. Thank you."
He saw his mother hold a tissue to her eyes. His heart broke for her, broke for his dad. All they ever did was love him and his sister, and now he had to leave them, leaving them childless again. He wanted to say more, but he said all he needed to.
Once satisfied that the men surrounded the building, Viceroy spoke to Bulldog: "We're in position. Take him."
Bulldog stared at his target through his scope and was about to squeeze the trigger when suddenly there was a bang and a burst of white light filled the room.
The light blinded him and he cursed. The light temporarily blinded him and when he could see again, he couldn't see anything through his scope. "WHAT! Lost my target! I lost my target! I can't see anything! What the hell's going on?" yelled Bulldog into his earpiece.
The team leader cursed. "Maintain target. Maintain targets!"
Max gritted his teeth and shielded his eyes. He didn't do this. Where was this light coming from?
A roar filled the room and Max quickly saw Michael in his motorcycle speeding down the aisle and up onto the stage.
"They're here, Max! The Skins—they're outside!" Michael yelled through the helmet. "Let's go!"
Max nodded and jump onto the back seat, leaving everything he knew behind in that room.
Viceroy growled. He had lost his targets... temporarily. Khivar would not be pleased. He had hoped this plan would work. Shoot the contained Royal family and leave before the humans intervened. Now the Royals were out of the building.
"Unit, please tell me you see them," he growled into the earpiece.
"Psssssssssssshhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. We see them, Viceroy. We have them surrounded by the front entrance," replied the other end.
Bulldog cursed again as he picked up the latest information, packed up his equipment and ran out of the auditorium. He was going to be involved in this fight. There was no way he was sitting back and letting his comrades have all the fun.
When Liz, Maria, Alex, Kyle, and Isabel burst through the high school doors, they found themselves staring straight at an army of the Skins. They froze in their steps. Their breaths hitched. Instinctively, Liz, Isabel, and Kyle stood in front of their friends, knowing they were the only ones capable of protecting them.
One of the soldiers scoffed loudly in disgust. "This is them? This is who we are fighting?" he spoke.
Isabel glared at the man who obviously compensated for his short height by being a pain in the ass.
"There's no need for us. Just one of us could kill them!" he laughed out. "Where's your army? Where's your great army? Nowhere because the Antarians have turned their backs on you. They threw you on this pathetic planet and abandoned you!"
Some of the soldiers laughed. Some just watched.
"And look, there must be King Zan—oh, you go by Max Evans now, don't you? Well, lookie here guys, there's King Max's human bitch. Man, I thought Khivar was kidding but jeez! The King slumming with these beasts—I can't wait to spread this news throughout Antar," he clapped excitedly.
Liz could feel her body hum in anger. Her fingers tingled as her powers began to illuminate her hand in a bright green light.
"This is Viceroy. Attack the Royals! Repeat, attack the Royals!" came through the radio.
The fighter who had been talking suddenly went quiet. He nodded to his peers as if to say it was time. With this nod, the army charged towards them with a cry.
"Oh my god, what are we going to do?" cried Maria who was clutching onto Alex. Isabel and Liz raised their hands, channeling their powers, waiting for the first row of soldiers to reach them. But suddenly Kyle pushed everyone to the side with as much force as he could, practically tackling them like a true footballer. He heard the rumbling that came from behind the doors they came through and knew whatever was on the other side would come crashing into them.
Michael and Max came bursting through the doors on the motorcycle and the first thing they saw was an army of Skins running towards them. "Michael, jump!" Max yelled. They both leaped off the bike, rolling in the dirt. As the motorcycle fell onto its side and slid towards the Skins, Max raised his hand and targeted the vehicle.
The motorcycle exploded in huge flames as it skidded towards the enemies. Some got caught in the flames; all they could hear was screams as more came running through the flames.
Max and Michael got up, regrouping back with their friends. Michael melted the locks of the school doors, preventing anyone from coming out through the front entrance. Before he had crashed the ceremony, he made sure that all the exits, except for the front doors, was locked with the help of his powers.
"Max, what are we going to do?" Isabel asked quickly. "We're not prepared. We're not—"
"Just fight, Isabel. Fight with everything you got!" he replied before suddenly running towards the opponents. He made the decision to go into the fight first. He would distract the soldiers until his friends were ready to fight. He was the leader; it was his duty.
He heard Liz scream his name but he focused his energy into his hands. As soon as a uniformed fighter was in front of him, he punched him with his glowing hand, making his punch stronger than the average punch. The man's jaw separated at its hinges; the lower jaw dangling low and to the side. Max laid his hands on the man's head, frying his brain. The fighter slumped to his knees and fell forward. He then slammed his heel into his back, vaporizing him.
Michael gritted his teeth as he blasted at the squad from afar. He watched as Alex stood behind Kyle who was doing his best to do harm to the opponent. He stiffened when he felt a body press up against his backside. Tiny arms came around his waist. "Michael, you came back!" choked Maria.
He growled as he sent another blast at someone who came to their left. "Of course, I did, you idiot. You didn't think I was going to just leave you here alone, did you?" Before letting Maria respond, he took her hand and moved towards Kyle and Alex. "Get her out of here!" he told Alex.
"No, Michael, I'm not leaving you!" Maria shouted.
"ALEX, GET HER OUT!" he ordered his friend.
Alex nodded, picked up Maria and plopped her over his shoulder. He knew Maria wouldn't leave without a fight. This was the only way. This wasn't their fight. Ignoring Maria screaming at him and at Michael, he ran towards the dark of the night.
"Mike!" yelled Rath, appearing to his right, with Zan, Ava, and Lonnie trailing behind him.
"He's there, fighting!" shouted Michael, referring to Max who was deep inside the battle.
Rath nodded. "Ava, make sure they're safe," he said, referring to Alex and Maria.
"Rath, I can figh—"
"Ava, they need someone to protect them. GO," Rath ordered.
Ava shook her head, cursing that she was going to miss the fight, muttered that she was the one who destroyed the Skins last time, and caught up with Alex and Maria.
The rest ran towards the warzone.
Rath smirked as he grabbed a solider by the neck and slammed him to the ground. With a holler, he got on top and pressed his electrified hands on the man's chest. The soldier screamed as his insides were blasted to a crisp.
Lonnie quickly found Isabel. They stood back to back, sending what appeared to be fire at the enemies. Like the motorcycle had done, the two burnt everyone in their path.
Zan quickly located Liz and cursed. "What the fuck do you think you're doing? Get out of here!" he hollered, pushing her towards the same direction Alex had gone.
"No, Zan, I'm staying and fighting!"
Zan held his shield up, blocking the fighters from touching Liz as he did his best to slam his fist into their backs. "GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE, LIZ. YOU'RE GOING TO GET YOURSELF AND OUR BABY KILLED."
Her hands instinctively went to her stomach. Zan was right. She was in no state to fight, especially not with the baby. "But you need my help!"
"No, I don't! You're a distraction, Liz. I can't fight and worry about you at the same time. I can only fight if I know you're far away and safe. NOW GET OUT OF HERE NOW!" he yelled at her. His eyes darkened till they were almost black; his power overtook his body. For a moment, Liz thought he was going to accidentally blast her with his powers.
She watched him with glistening eyes. "I love you," she whispered hoarsely and ran.
Max grunted, ignoring the pain in his shoulder. Someone had blasted him, singeing his skin. His graduation robe had a burnt gaping hole on his shoulder. He tackled his attacker, bringing him down to the ground. He did his best with his fists, breaking the man's nose and bursting blood all over the soldier's face but was quickly pulled to the side by two soldiers. He used his hands, his legs, his head; he used everything.
Knowing Liz was safe, Zan aggressively unleashed his powers and began to use every method possible to make contact with the Skins' backs.
Kyle's powers were still not that advanced so he relied on using tools from Mother Nature such as a large sturdy tree branch or rocks to slam into the little buttons on the enemies' backs. As he destroyed one Skin, another came towards him.
Zan looked up just in time to see Max underneath four fighters. Three held him down, but the fourth placed his hand on Max's chest. "NOOOO!" screamed Zan.
It would be another two hours before the battle would end. Not the war, but just this single battle. Bodies laid throughout, or at least what was left of the bodies. Some had vaporized into dust, some looked like a barbecue gone wrong.
All left standing were the good guys; the good guys who didn't look like the good guys in this particular moment. They were covered in dirt, blood, and were wounded almost everywhere possible. Their chests rose quickly as their lungs wanted more oxygen than they would take in.
Kyle was the first to crumble to the ground, not caring that he was lying only a few feet from a dead soldier. He was too exhausted to care. Out of everyone left, he was the one that hurt the most. He relied on his human fighting techniques rather than his powers. Still a beginner, using his powers had drained to the point where half way through the fight, he couldn't even attempt a single spark. His knuckles were sore from punching and were bleeding; the skin on his hand cracked and torn. He had a large gash on both his legs that would definitely require some alien healing.
Lonnie and Isabel were lying together, so exhausted that they actually fell asleep as soon as they hit the ground. Despite their rugged appearance, they had such peaceful faces. Lonnie's left arm was burned and bleeding through the cracked skin. Isabel's right fingers were broken after unintentionally punching a fighter who had tried grabbing her around the waist.
Rath was sitting down, lazily blinking. He sported a black eye that had puffed up so bad that he could barely see out of his right eye. If he had a mirror, he would also see that that same eye was bloody—the small delicate vessels had burst. His jaw was swollen too. He winced as he slid his dry tongue across his teeth, checking to see they were all still in his mouth. They were, and that's all he cared about at that moment. He fell back with a thud and proceeded to pass out from exhaustion.
Michael still stood but was on his way to crumbling to the ground. His knees were shaking, slightly bent. Maria would always complain about his bad hair (but much to Michael's protest, his hair was intended to look exactly the way it had looked), but if she saw him now, she would have to place this as his number one worst hair style of all time in his top ten worst hair list. His hair was singed and whipping in all directions like he had just touched a giant static ball. He sported a cut on his jaw and could feel the bruises all over his body.
Zan sat on the ground, resting his head against the knee he had up. He breathed heavily, trying to ignore the stinging on his face. It seems that his piercings are always the first to go and get ripped off his skin in a fight. He pondered not getting another one as the blood from his eyebrow seeped into his eye. He was so physically drained that he didn't think he could muster up the power to heal himself tonight. Tonight, he just needed to sleep. Screw showering.
From a distance, he heard Liz cry out his name. The sounds of her running feet grew louder as she came closer. She threw her arms around him and he accepted her easily. "Zan, oh god, you're alright. Oh god, oh god," she repeated, holding him tight and kissing him anywhere that wasn't bloody.
Maria found herself next to Michael. He looked at her as if he hadn't seen her in years. He looked so tired, so empty. "Tell me what I can do, Michael," she asked. He looked at her silently and laced his fingers with hers. "Just be here," he replied.
Alex sat beside Isabel, brushing the hair away from her face. He felt his stomach churn at the sight of her so bruised. He wished he was an alien so he could heal her, so he could take her pain away, but he wasn't. He was just a simple man. He lifted her up so he could cradle her in his lap, murmuring his love into her ear. Even though she couldn't hear him, he just needed to hold her and tell her anyway.
Ava laid beside Kyle. "Hey champion. How are you feeling?"
"Like someone threw me into a wood chipper," Kyle replied. "Repeatedly."
"Aww, poor baby," she cuddled him. "My big brave hero," she murmured.
Kyle smiled. "Yeah?" Ava nodded with a small grin, and softly and carefully kissed him.
"Zan, where's Max?" asked Liz, not seeing sight of him. Zan looked at her with a blank look. "Zan," she choked, getting worried. "Where's Max?"
The soldier knew he was going to die. There was no more point in fighting. Those who could escape had long gone. The rest were beside him with lifeless bodies. Even his team leader, Viceroy, was dead. If he did fight, attempted to, he would not get far. It was four men against him. The Royal women were no longer in the fight; they rested peacefully. Four men against one—no, he would not get very far at all. If he did escape, it would not look well on him. Khivar would surely kill him in anger over this disastrous battle when he sees him—the lone survivor of the battle. He grunted. He would not die a coward. He would not die without a fight, even if he would lose. He got off the ground and onto his knees. He could not get up any higher. His legs felt dead.
Max was so numb that he didn't feel his body screaming at him to stop moving. He had a large cut that ran down the side of his face; it definitely would leave a scar. His shoulders were aching that he could barely lift up his arms. But he pushed the dead bodies of his enemy off of him and got up off the ground anyway. He wobbled but managed to get up. He felt like a fawn learning how to walk for the first time. He was sure he was bleeding somewhere because as he walked, a trail of blood followed him. He limped slowly towards the man on his knees. One last soldier. One last enemy. He practically threw his hand on top of the man's head, almost using his head to stand up like a cane.
How long he had been clenching his jaw, he had no clue. His teeth felt like they were going to split and crumble to pieces. His jaw may have been tight from the moment he ran into the battle; he wasn't sure.
"Khivar," Bulldog wheezed out, "is going to come after you. You killed his lover. You rebel against him. You—" He placed his hand on Max's leg almost as if using him for balance.
As soon as his hand touched Max's leg, Max held his breath, closed his eyes, wrapped his hands around the man's jaw, and wrenched the head to the side, breaking the man's neck. He let go of the body and listened to the thud as the man's body dropped to the ground. He breathed out.
He stood silently with wet eyes as his eyes fell on the dead bodies. There were so many. They fought an army but they were all still here. "God," he cried out. "Oh god," he repeated as he fell on his knees. Tears streamed down his ashy face as his lips pulled back into a cry that bared his teeth. He wasn't sure why he was crying. He had killed before, hurt before. Was his killing spree getting to him? Was it sheer exhaustion or sheer happiness that they were all still alive?
He felt Liz's arms come around him, but he couldn't move. He couldn't. He was worried that if he moved, this would all be a dream, that he was dead and just seeing what he wished had happened. He buried his face into her hair, breathing in as much of her scent as he could take, as she comforted him. "It's okay, Max. It's okay," she repeated, holding him tight as he wept.
- - - -
Michael's apartment:
"Modesty prevents me from taking a bow," muttered Michael as he opened a Snapple.
Max smiled at Isabel. If Michael hadn't shown up, Max might not be here. He would've been taken out. Who knows how things would have turned out then.
"Are we ready?" asked Kyle, peeking his head out from Michael's door as he stood in the hallway.
"Ready as we'll ever be," replied Michael, kicking his duffel bag into the hall.
Max and Isabel got up, joined the two men, and went downstairs. As they got out of the building, they saw a beat-up green Volkswagen van, and Liz, Maria and Alex laughing with Ava, Lonnie and Zan.
Michael threw his bag into the van and turned to his girlfriend. "Maria, one last chance."
"This is my choice. This is what I want. And whatever that is in the end, that's what it'll be. We're doing this together," she replied. He smiled and kissed her on temple.
Isabel smiled. "Alex," she started.
"Hey, stop right there, beautiful," Alex said, holding his hands up. "Ditto to everything Maria just said."
"You can still have a life, Alex. The life you were supposed to have before you met me," she stated.
"Isabel," he smiled, cupping her face. "My life didn't start until I met you."
"So I guess this is it," Kyle spoke. "Our life in Roswell."
"Yeah," nodded Liz. "Goodbye Roswell."
"And good riddance to ya!" Zan laughed.
"Zan!"
"Liz, ya can't expect to tell me that ya love this cornball town," Ava replied.
"Hey, we had some good times in Roswell," Kyle stated.
Maria smiled. "We did, didn't we?"
"What a long strange trip it has been," Liz replied. She wrapped her arms around her best friend. Alex and Kyle joined in on the group hug.
"Oh fuck, can we break up this total Saved By The Bell moment and go?" Rath responded with disgust.
Lonnie rolled her eyes and got into the driver's seat. "I'm drivin'!"
They all piled into the van, and as Lonnie was about to pull out from the parking space, a police vehicle stopped them.
"Kyle?" a voice yelled out from the car.
Kyle got out of the van and breathed out a chuckle as his dad appeared in uniform. "That's a nice outfit there, deputy."
Jim took off his hat. "Yeah, well, when you're starting over, you've gotta start somewhere, right?"
"I don't think Roswell's ever gonna forget about the class of 2002," said Kyle.
"You should see all the paper work piling up back at the office. Reporters are already having a field day with this—high school surrounded by burnt marks. It's an evolution of the UFO crop marks," Jim replied.
Kyle chuckled before going silent. "Dad, thanks for..." He couldn't find the words. "Just thanks."
"I won't ask where you're going so I can honestly say I don't know, but you probably know there are a lot of people looking for you."
Kyle wiped his nose. "I love you, Dad."
"I love you, son," choked Jim. He took his boy into his arms and gripped him tightly. "I love you, Kyle. Be safe," he said, letting him go.
- - - -
July 2001:
Flashback—Unknown location, in a hotel:
Liz chewed on the Kit Kat bar coated in Tabasco sauce as she was lost in thought. Her fingers lazily drew circles on her stomach. She focused her eyes and smiled when she saw a glow beneath her shirt. Lifting it up, she saw the baby's little hand follow her fingertips. "Hey there, little one," she cooed. She noticed the glow grow brighter. Then at that moment, Max and Zan walked in.
"Hey Liz," they murmured.
She sighed softly. "You're like a doorbell. You have your daddies on radar, don't you?"
Max sat down on the hotel bed while Zan sat in the one person sofa seat; both had a smile on their lips as they watched the little baby hand press against Liz's stomach.
"Are you sure?" asked Max.
"Liz, if ya don't wanna, we don't hafta. We can take care of the babe," replied Zan.
She shook her head. "No, you guys are right. When this baby comes, everything will change. We can't have a child on the road. Long drives, hours without food or a proper bathroom, constant alien danger—that's no place for a baby."
Max shook his head. "We can make it work."
"But what about school? We can teach, but that's no environment for a child. To always be on the move with no stability, no friends, no—" She stopped herself. "No, this is the right choice."
"Adoption?" Zan queried.
"Adoption," Liz confirmed.
- - - -
August 2001 :
Flashback—Unknown location:
"So how many more days till that little one is going to come bursting into this world?"
Liz scrunched up her nose, trying not to picture the image of her giving birth. "A few more," she answered, rubbing her stomach. "God, Maria... Can you believe it? In a few days, I'm going to be a mom. I carried her for so many months, letting her grow inside me, and she's going to be in my arms soon."
"You're going to be such a great moth—" stopped Maria when Alex pressed her shoulder. She frowned when she saw the lines on Liz's forehead crease. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to—"
"No, it's okay, Maria. It's not your fault. If it were up to me, I wouldn't give her up at all. But I have to so she can have a safe and normal life."
"It will all work out, Lizzie. You'll see."
Liz smiled. "I hope so," she breathed out, already itching to hold her baby in her arms.
Alex coughed, breaking the sad moment. "Are we ready?"
Liz nodded. As Alex strummed the strings on his guitar, she opened her mouth and sang.
- - - -
October 2001:
Flashback—Unknown location, in a hotel:
Adia Elizabeth Parker-Evans made a soft gurgle as her mouth opened in a yawn in her portable crib. Adia for "gift." Elizabeth in Future-Liz's memory. Parker because Liz didn't want to give up her last name for Adia. Evans, well, for the obvious reason; Zan didn't have a last name so it was natural of him to take up the Evans name.
Max grinned down at his little gift. Adia looked exactly like Liz when she was a baby, except for the fact that she had his—no... Zan's eyes—auburn with green specks. Despite Adia not being his true daughter (that he created with Liz), her biological genes were his just as well. She acknowledged him as her father nonetheless. The moment she came wailing into this world, his heart swelled bigger than he thought possible. Instinctively, he wanted to protect her from all the bad in the world. He wanted to shelter her and do nothing but make her smile and laugh.
"You're going to be such a strong girl. This," he referred to giving her up, "will only make you stronger. And you'll be loved. God, you'll be adopted by amazing parents, ones like mine, who will love you just as much as I do you."
He heard a scuffle and saw Liz walking in from the bathroom.
"Don't you think you should get some sleep?" she asked, pouring herself a cup of coffee.
He smiled. "Didn't I tell you? Aliens don't need sleep."
"Try telling Zan that. He was so tired from driving all night that he didn't even make it back to the bedroom. I think he's sleeping with Rath right now."
"His loss. I got to sleep with you," Max teased.
Liz gave him an all-knowing look and clicked her tongue at him. "You don't have to watch her every second."
"It's hard to tear myself away."
"Remember when Zan took her into the bathroom with him so he could watch her while he showered?" she snickered.
"Yeah, that was creepy," he laughed. "I think you slapped him more times than ever that day." He ran his finger lightly down Adia's soft chubby cheeks. She turned her head towards his finger, acknowledging his presence with a gurgle. Suddenly, he was serious. "They're out there, Liz. I know it. I can feel it."
"Don't worry, Max. She'll have a normal human life. Maybe if things were different, maybe in the future there will be a way..."
He nodded sadly in agreement.
- - - -
December 2001:
Flashback—Unknown location:
"Oh god, I can't do this. I can't!" cried Liz.
"We have to," Zan said. "We have to ensure her safety, and the only way to do that is to get her as far away as possible from us."
"We can protect her! We can! We'll make it work!" she cried, repeating the same words Max and Zan once said when the plan of giving her up arose. She clutched baby Adia closer, whispering, kissing her, crying. "She's my baby girl."
"And she's mine too. Liz, this is just as hard for me as it is for you."
Max stepped up and took Adia out of Liz's arms.
Zan quickly held Liz back, stopping her from reaching for Adia. "No! No, no, no!" she exclaimed as she broke down into tears.
Max brushed a hand across Adia's forehead; a glow emitted. "She'll have a memory of us. No matter where she will be, she will know we love her." He placed Adia into a small wooden basket, covered with enough blankets to ensure her warmth. He tucked in a CD and the Antarian necklace in the side.
Zan ushered a broken Liz into the van, allowing Maria to comfort her.
Max got into the driver's seat, wiping his face, while Zan took one teary last look at baby Adia on the steps of a church. "We'll be back for you, Adia. I promise, we'll be back."
- - - -
January 2001:
Flashback—Unknown location, in a hotel:
Our love was lost,
but now we've found it.
And if you flash your heart,
I won't deny it.
I promise.
"Love Lost," The Temper Trap.
Max fiddled with his thumbs before scratching the back of his ear. He finally got a chance of being alone with Liz. Zan was out grocery-shopping with Rath and Michael, while the rest were piled in another room, watching Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer on TV. "Liz, we never really discussed the whole... I mean, we've been so busy with trying not to get killed, fighting the Skins, being on the run thing, Adia, that—"
"Max?"
"That kiss, Liz," he said, referring to the kiss they shared to get a flash from Liz. "I know you felt it because I did."
She nodded and smiled at the tingling sensation she felt at the memory. "I felt it."
"And that ring... I mean, it's not just my ring. It's Zan's too. I just... I need to know where we stand."
"Max, I'm with Zan."
"I know," he frowned, dropping his head. "I know, Liz. But I can't just be... I can't just sit back and be your friend."
"Max, listen. I can't be your friend either."
His head shot up. "Liz, I—"
She continued. "I talked to Zan and he doesn't like it, but... If you want, only if you want, Max, we can... I mean, obviously I'm going to be with Zan but I want to be with you too. And I know you two don't like the idea and I really can't choose, and I'm not saying we do things like threesomes, which would be really hot by the way, but I want to be with you at the same time. Oh god, I'm rambling like Maria, aren't I?" she bit her lower lip nervously.
His fingers reached her face, softly caressing her cheeks. "I won't deny the fact that I'm not a fan of the idea. I don't like sharing, but if that's what it takes to have you, I will take what I can get."
Liz searched for any doubt in his face and she saw none. She reached for his shoulder and kissed him. It was a light kiss—just a soft pressure of lips on lips—that soon turned into something more. She moaned softly as his tongue slipped past her lips and found hers, lightly massaging the two together.
The room became very hot. Their bodies knew what was going to happen. The kiss alone jumpstarted and released all the sexual frustration they felt for one another. Too many times they came so close to being together, physically, mentally, emotionally... Tonight was the night they would finally join together.
He couldn't not touch her. His fingers ached to feel her. He wanted to feel her wrapped around his body, wanted to plunge into her core, and hear her cry out his name over and over again. He pulled her into his lap; each leg thrown over his waist. His hand cupped her bottom, pressing her heat against his erection. The other snuck its way under her shirt, feeling her soft milky skin. She gently cried into the kiss as she felt pressure against her lower heat. "Oh god," she said, exposing her neck so his lips could travel downwards, sucking, licking, biting.
Grasping his face before dipping her fingers into his luscious hair, she lured his tongue with hers as she grinded softly at the bulge, letting out a mew that could only mean she appreciated the size of him. His eyes rolled back a little and he fell back onto the bed with Liz on top of him. He stopped her movements, running his hands around her bottom before grazing her core through her jeans.
Hot, it was so hot. She shivered in delight, wanting to feel his fingers against her naked core. His hands lifted higher and higher into her shirt to find she wasn't wearing a bra. The revelation went straight to his cock; his jeans growing tighter. He grazed the underside of her breasts. His thumbs caressed the plump mounds before touching her areolas, not touching her nipples.
"Please," she gasped. He wanted to take this slow. He wanted so long for this moment. He didn't want to rush into it. He needed to show her exactly how much he loved her.
Her fingers danced across his chest, appreciating the hard muscles underneath the shirt before pushing it up towards his shoulders. She leaned down, kissing and licking his tanned abs. His body was flawless. A complete hairless chest except for the happy trail that started underneath his belly button and disappeared underneath the waistband of his boxers and jeans. Her tongue found his nipple, swirling, satisfied when he hissed a curse.
She pulled his shirt off of him. She needed to feel him against her skin. She quickly peeled off her shirt, revealing herself to him. He stilled. His eyes darkened. His lips parted in heavy breathing. She was beautiful. Creamy breasts with perky nipples that begged to be sucked. He sat up, pushing her upwards, and did just that. He sucked in the tip, disappointed that he couldn't fit her entire breast in his mouth.
"Max," she breathed out as her eyes fluttered closed. She felt so cold when she took off her shirt but his mouth was hot. His drawing of her nipple sent shocks straight to her already wet core. His free hand reached up and pinched the other, eliciting a shriek from Liz which turned back into a groan as he fondled her softly. He placed open mouth kisses across her breasts, burrowing his face in between the two mounds. He licked where her cleavage came together and she pressed her fingers into his shoulder.
"Beautiful," he murmured. Cupping her breasts together, his mouth danced from one to the other, giving an equal amount of attention to each. She was so soft, so pliant, so delectable. When he felt her hands trying to undo his jeans, he flipped them until she was on her back. He travelled down her chest before brushing his nose against her center. He could smell her arousal through her jeans.
"Please, Max," she pleaded. Propped up on her elbows, she watched him slowly undo her button and pull her zipper down. As soon as he saw the hint of her red panties, he ripped the jeans off her legs. She was shocked by the speed. He pushed her legs apart and grunted when he saw a dark stain where her folds hid behind the tiny fabric. Pushing the fabric aside, he opened her puffy lips. Pink, wet, and pulsing with need. His finger trailed lightly around her opening but never dipping inside.
She arched, pushing her hips towards him, wanting his finger in her. He pulled the material down her legs. Her scent... God, her scent. He practically drooled. Spreading her folds, he winked at her when she grabbed his shoulders. She tensed when his tongue slid within her core. He tested, tasted, felt her vagina with his mouth. One lick. Two licks. Three licks. She tasted like honey. He brought his hand down to his erection and squeezed himself, trying to get control of his body. Just by looking at her like this, he was ready to cum.
"Do you want me, Liz?"
"Yes," she hissed.
"Where do you want me?"
"Right where you are."
"And what do you want me to do?" he teased.
She fell back onto the bed, licking her dry lips. "Eat me, Max. Eat me."
With that said, she cried out when she felt his mouth surround her clit. He sucked and licked the tiny bundle of nerves. Her legs unintentionally clenched, trapping his head. He growled, holding her legs apart as he began to eat her out, as she ordered. He sought in between her folds, circling her opening before putting pressure on her nub.
She gasped when she felt his finger enter her slowly while he gave mouthful attention to her vagina. Pushing herself down on the finger, she smiled when a second finger entered. She knew his hands were large but his fingers felt so good. They felt snug within her walls. As if a sudden wave of confidence washed over him, he began to eat her out with such hunger while his fingers thrust against her walls. All she heard was the sucking sounds and the wet slosh of his fingers gliding in and out of her heat.
"Max, I'm going to, I'm going to—" Her heels dugs into his back as she arched. She rode out her orgasm on his face and fingers.
He withdrew and stood over her, smirking. Her eyes were glazed, her cheeks flushed, her chest rising up and down. She never looked sexier. He pulled his belt off the loops, dropping it to the ground with a thud. The sound surprised Liz as she tried to focus on him. He pushed his pants off. His penis bounced and hung completely hard.
Liz got up on her knees and crawled towards him. She pulled him till his knees hit the edge of the bed. Cupping him, her fingers smeared the pre-cum on the head. "Liz..." he groaned. She gave him a tentative lick as if she was testing out his flavor. Her wet tongue slid against the tip. He watched as the small drop of white disappear into her mouth. He held her face. She knew what he wanted. She held his organ, running her hand up and down. He was so soft yet so hard. Seven inches of thick meat rested in between his legs. She took him into her mouth, sucking him deeper down her throat as his hand fisted her hair. He watched as her head bobbed up and down on his cock. Her sunken in cheeks, the wet slurps... It was too much.
He pushed her away and climbed on top of her, pressing her down into the mattress. "I can't wait," he stated. She nodded, reaching down for him. He raised himself, pressing his arm down on the side of her. He reached down and guided himself towards her opening. She gasped when she felt the blunt tip press at her entrance. Hard and wide, he eased into her slowly. She felt her walls slowly expand to accommodate his size. "Take all of it, Liz. Take it all," he hissed into her ear. Her legs automatically spread wider. With each inch that slid in, he glided back out only to slide in another inch. She was so wet and tight. Her juices coated him. He pressed his hip tightly against hers when he was fully inside. Her fingers dug into his back as she took all of him into her body.
She whimpered. So full. So complete. He slid out an inch only to come back inside. "God, you feel amazing," he gasped. "Do you feel me inside you, Liz? Do you feel how hard I am for you? Feel how much you turn me on?"
"Yes," she choked out. "So good."
"You want me to fuck you, don't you? You don't want it slow. You want to be fucked senseless. Fucked till you can't breathe."
She wrapped her legs around him in anticipation. This was a new side of Max she never knew about. He never talked this way to her; she liked it. "Fuck me, Max. Fuck me," she commanded.
"God, I love you," he murmured. She whispered it back.
He propped himself up on his arms, not wanting to crush her. He slipped out till his tip remained inside only to surge back into her. She cursed as his thighs slapped against hers. He took her deep, hard and fast like he had promised. His mouth found hers, lashing her tongue with his, mimicking his cock. He stretched her out so wonderfully over and over again.
Their bodies moved in synch. Her arms wrapped around his strong back, feeling his muscles move with his thrusts. She could feel his body tense. He was almost there. He reached for clit and rubbed at the nub without breaking the rhythm of his plunging organ. It was enough to push her over. She arched against him, her breasts smashed against his chest, and orgasmed with a cry. He continued to thrust, grunting as sweat formed all over his body. When he felt her walls clench and quiver around his penis, he pushed in one last time before cumming inside of her.
- - - -
Present—2027:
"This song goes out to Adia," said the rough voice of the host of the radio station.
Adia's eyes nearly fell out of her sockets. Her heart pounded in her ears. The radio seemed so far away from her when it was right in the cubicle over. God, it couldn't be! It was the same exact song; uncut and unprofessional. It was her mother singing. Of all the times Adia heard this song, this was the first time there was a dedication, and to her!
"Adia," said the host. "You know who you are." Her eyebrows shot up in alert confusion.
The host spoke again, "Wherever you are, turn around."
Her forehead creased. Running her tongue across her suddenly tight bottom lip, still desperately gripping the table, she slowly stood up and turned around.
Her eyes rested on two men and a woman who had smiles on their faces... And then Adia Elizabeth Parker-Evans smiled.
- - - -
Future—2028:
Liz smiled. Resting her journal against her ever-growing stomach, she smiled as her pen scratched against the book.
"Alex and Isabel are married. He proposed to her on a playground because apparently that's when he first saw Isabel and fell in love with her when he was young. They had a small wedding in a white church. Poor Isabel couldn't have the big wedding she always wanted, but when her wedding came, she said it was exactly how she imagined it.
Michael and Maria are going strong, despite their expected ups and downs. But that's to be expected. Michael was never really the emotional type and Maria is; they're both still learning. They decided that marriage at the moment wasn't for them.
Kyle and Ava are practically an old married couple, but they are too worried about putting a title other than boyfriend and girlfriend to their relationship. It was odd. Ava had never been a relationship kind of gal but Kyle is. He hints to her once in a while that they will get married but she doesn't say a word. She just smiles and kisses him. I think they're satisfied though with their current status.
And... Max and Zan, and I did eventually tie the knot. We didn't go to an Elvis chapel like Future-Max predicted. Just a small alien ceremony that linked us together as husbands and wife. We don't need our love to be legalized on paper. I'm also pregnant with my second child—Zander Maxwell Evans, in memory of Max, Future-Max, and Zan.
Everything is going great. Adia is with us now, and accepted us like we never left her. She freaked out a bit when she first found out about her alien heritage but she finally understood why she always felt different from everyone else. We're all together now.
We're still far away from Roswell, far away from our home, but.. we're all trying to avoid Khivar, the law and do good in the world. It's been a long and strange trip. I wonder if we will ever go back. I don't know. Even I can't see everything in the future. All I know is that I'm Liz Evans and I'm happy."
All good things, I wish you.
All good things come to an end.
All good things, I wish you well.
"All Good Things," Mandy Moore.
The End.