He Called Her Tessa
by
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Roswell and all associations do not belong to me!
Author's Note: This is my first try at Roswell fanfic, so if you criticize, please be polite. All feedback can be sent to teneljade@netzero.net, and thank you!
Rating: G this chapter, R overall.
Epilogue
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The year was 2016. And the world was oblivious to the second landing in the desert near Roswell, New Mexico. This time, it touched without incident, and strong, alien beings carried large pods from the ship.
Stashing them safely in the cave, the beings bid their creations farewell, and entered their spaceship once again. Blasting silently out of the atmosphere, the alien beings did not look back.
Within the cave, one of the cocoon-like pods began to twitch. Something pushed at it, harder and harder. With a final shove, a small hand shot through. The little girl pulled herself through, and surveyed her surroundings carefully.
The pods on either side of her began to twitch, and one at a time, they cracked. Two little boys stepped from them, both dark-haired. One was olive-skinned and his hair was nearly black. He carried himself royally. The other looked wild, as though he were the tough seed in a bunch of pansies. His hair was lighter, only brown. They joined the girl.
The fourth pod cracked, and just as they three were about to leave the cave, they heard a plaintive wail. Giving no other sign that they had heard, they stopped in their tracks, waiting patiently and emotionlessly. Moments passed, and then another little girl, this one smaller, and with ringlets down to her shoulders, linked hands with the children who were the reincarnations of Vilandra and Zanith.
The four aliens headed into the town. They had no idea what they were, but they knew they had to stay together. If they did, all would be resolved.
They walked long into the night, and then into the day. Finally, as they reached civilization, someone picked them up in his car, and took them to the orphanage. They did not speak, although they behaved themselves admirably. The one thing they refused to do, was let go of each other. If they were forced apart, they would reject food or drink until the lost member or members were brought back.
The orphanage cared for them for close to a year, as they were at least six years old, and wouldn't separate from each other, nobody seemed to want them. But they didn't care. As long as they had each other, everything was right in the world. But they didn't know about outside the world.
Finally came a secure, fairly well-off family from Roswell who were looking to care for several children. They were only to foster Mariah, Tara, Jake and Christopher, as they had been called, but after several months, fell in love and adopted them. The four young aliens were treated well in their new home.
The Royal Four had a second chance.
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