Author's Note: This is a weird story, I know. I like to take shows, and add things and events that would never actually happen. Please review. I honestly don't care if you dislike my story, just as long as you can give me a few pointers. I aim to please. Let me know if you have anything you'd want me to add.
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: All characters belong to Jason Katims and the WB show "Roswell", except for Audrey and a few more characters to enter the story later on.
Summary: So, a hot girl (with a secret past) moves to Roswell. Is it coincidental? Does she know something about the aliens? Maria is desperate to find out, especially since Michael seems so intrigued by her presence. Is she a loyal ally or a deadly enemy? Is it possible to be both? Read on and find out for yourself...
Forget the Past
Chapter 2.
The Gift
A couple of weeks past by, and Audrey had become sort of a new member of the gang. Of course, they hadn't told her about the whole 'alien' thing, but Maria still thought she knew. Maria also noticed that Michael seemed to be interested in her, which had caused an ongoing dispute between them.
Audrey had gotten a waitressing job at the Crash Down, and Liz seemed to like her a lot. Max and Tess seemed to be too preoccupied to detect danger. Maria felt deserted. It seemed that everyone loved Audrey, and Maria felt she was the only one who knew that something wasn't right.
Isabel and Audrey got along very well. They quickly became good friends, and were always hanging at the mall together, and getting hit on together. Maria thought it was suspicious as to how Audrey was getting close to Isabel, an alien. How could no one believe her? Well, she really didn't have any convincing evidence...yet.
One night, Liz and Maria were working behind the counter, when a tall, brown-haired, light-green-eyed guy of about 20-years-old walked in the Cafe. He wore very nice, expensive looking clothes, and a long, black trench coat.
"Can I help you?" Liz asked as he approached the counter.
"Yeah, actually," he answered in an Irish accent, "I don't know if I'm in the right place, but does a girl named Audrey Hunter work here by any chance?"
"Yeah," Liz answered, "Her shift starts later, though."
"Who, might I ask, is asking?" Maria asked.
"An old friend," he said to Maria, then looked at Liz, "How much later?"
"Oh, well her shift starts in about 30 minutes."
"When she gets here," he said, "would you mind telling her I'm here? I'll be over there, in the corner." He pointed to a secluded booth.
"Sure," Liz answered, "No problem. Do you want something to eat while you wait?"
He ordered a buger and a drink, and went to the booth.
After he was out of ear shot, Maria said, "Doesn't he look suspicious?"
"Maria!"
"I'm serious! Look at his trench coat. And how does Audrey know foreign guy? Oh my god! What if she's working for some sort of international-"
"Maria, quit it! Audrey is nice," Liz said, "And why would a seventeen-year-old be working with international organizations to disover alien exsistence?"
"I don't know," Maria said.
"Exactly," Liz said, "I think you should just give it up."
Liz resumed to cleaning the counter, and Maria went back to waiting tables.
"Give it up?" she thought to herself, "No! I will not give it up! Why is everyone against me? They should all be against HER!"
Audrey entered the Crash Down. Unusually, there very little business that night. It had started to pour rain, and her uniform was wet when she came in. She walked up to the counter, and said her hello's to Liz and Maria.
"Hey, Audrey," Liz remembered the mysterious, silent figure in the corner, "That guy was looking for you." She pointed in his direction, and Audrey froze at the sight of Richard McQueen.
A flash of lightning and the boom of thunder overhead brought Audrey back to reality, and she found herself standing there, wrapped in his arms.
"Richard! What are you doing here?" she finally found her voice.
He looked up, and saw Maria and Liz standing right there. "I came to talk to you," he answered. "Can we?" he asked, pointing back at the booth in the corner.
As they sat there, she suddenly remembered something. She asked, very hostily, "What are you doing here?"
"I came to ask you to do something."
"Richard, no. Whatever it is, I know what it has to do with, and no."
"Listen, I know you don't want to have anything to do with this, but you have no choice. We both made a choice to get involved, and now there's no getting out."
"I know," Audrey said in almost a whisper.
"Here," Richard said, picking up the small gift bag sitting by him, and setting it on her side of the table.
"What is this?" she asked.
"You know what it is."
Audrey peeked inside, and pushed the bag back across the table.
"Richard, I don't-"
"Audrey," he interrupted, "I brought you into this situation. I wish I never had, but I can't get you out. The only thing I can do is protect you."
"I'm safe, here."
"Just promise me," he said, pushing the bag back across the table, "you'll have this on you every second."
"Richard, please."
"I know you think you're safe, but they're onto you. I don't know exactly how much they know, but if they know you're here, I want you to be prepared."
He stood up.
"I'm sorry," he said, and began to walk past her towards the door.
"Richard-" Audrey reached for his hand, and stood up. He turned around and hugged her.
"Are you happy here?" he asked.
"Yes," she answered, "At night," she said, after a brief pause, "At night I can close my eyes and sleep, knowing that there's no doubt I'll wake up the next morning." She felt tears forming, and she tried to supress them, "You wouldn't take that away again, would you?"
"Never," he answered, and wiped a stray tear from her cheek, "but I'm not the one calling the shots."
They stood there for a minute, and then Richard said he had to leave.
"Where are you going?" Audrey asked.
"Back to LA, I guess," he answered, kissed her cheek, "This will be over, one day," he said, "I promise."
Audrey watched him walk into the rain, thunder boomed over head. She prayed that he would make it back to LA, and walked back to the booth, grabbed the bag, and went and put it in her locker.
"So," Maria asked when Audrey started waiting on the very few customers that night, "Who was that guy?"
"Oh," Audrey said, "That was my sort of on-again-off-again boyfriend, Richard. Currently we're OFF-again."
"Really? Wow! He's gorgeous," Liz said, "How much older is he?"
"He's only three years older than me. My parents don't like that, but oh well."
"Where'd you meet him? What is he, Irish?" Maria asked.
"Yeah, he is Irish," Audrey paused, trying to think of a lie to answer the other question, "He moved down the street from me in LA," she then took the next order to a table.
"Did you hear that?" Maria asked Liz.
"What, Maria?"
"She was so lying about how they met!"
"How do you know, Maria?"
"Didn't you hear that tone?"
"No, not really," Liz answered.
"I wonder what he gave her," she said to Liz.
"Probably just a normal gift a guy gives a girl he likes," Liz answered.
"Excuse me," Maria said, and Liz realized her plan.
"Maria, no!" she grabbed her arm.
"Come on, Liz. Just one peek into her locker."
"No," Liz answered.
"Come on! What if it could prove my theory?"
"Fine, go see for yourself. She's perfectly normal, alright?"
"Yeah, we'll see," Maria answered, and went to the backroom.
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: All characters belong to Jason Katims and the WB show "Roswell", except for Audrey and a few more characters to enter the story later on.
Summary: So, a hot girl (with a secret past) moves to Roswell. Is it coincidental? Does she know something about the aliens? Maria is desperate to find out, especially since Michael seems so intrigued by her presence. Is she a loyal ally or a deadly enemy? Is it possible to be both? Read on and find out for yourself...
Forget the Past
Chapter 2.
The Gift
A couple of weeks past by, and Audrey had become sort of a new member of the gang. Of course, they hadn't told her about the whole 'alien' thing, but Maria still thought she knew. Maria also noticed that Michael seemed to be interested in her, which had caused an ongoing dispute between them.
Audrey had gotten a waitressing job at the Crash Down, and Liz seemed to like her a lot. Max and Tess seemed to be too preoccupied to detect danger. Maria felt deserted. It seemed that everyone loved Audrey, and Maria felt she was the only one who knew that something wasn't right.
Isabel and Audrey got along very well. They quickly became good friends, and were always hanging at the mall together, and getting hit on together. Maria thought it was suspicious as to how Audrey was getting close to Isabel, an alien. How could no one believe her? Well, she really didn't have any convincing evidence...yet.
One night, Liz and Maria were working behind the counter, when a tall, brown-haired, light-green-eyed guy of about 20-years-old walked in the Cafe. He wore very nice, expensive looking clothes, and a long, black trench coat.
"Can I help you?" Liz asked as he approached the counter.
"Yeah, actually," he answered in an Irish accent, "I don't know if I'm in the right place, but does a girl named Audrey Hunter work here by any chance?"
"Yeah," Liz answered, "Her shift starts later, though."
"Who, might I ask, is asking?" Maria asked.
"An old friend," he said to Maria, then looked at Liz, "How much later?"
"Oh, well her shift starts in about 30 minutes."
"When she gets here," he said, "would you mind telling her I'm here? I'll be over there, in the corner." He pointed to a secluded booth.
"Sure," Liz answered, "No problem. Do you want something to eat while you wait?"
He ordered a buger and a drink, and went to the booth.
After he was out of ear shot, Maria said, "Doesn't he look suspicious?"
"Maria!"
"I'm serious! Look at his trench coat. And how does Audrey know foreign guy? Oh my god! What if she's working for some sort of international-"
"Maria, quit it! Audrey is nice," Liz said, "And why would a seventeen-year-old be working with international organizations to disover alien exsistence?"
"I don't know," Maria said.
"Exactly," Liz said, "I think you should just give it up."
Liz resumed to cleaning the counter, and Maria went back to waiting tables.
"Give it up?" she thought to herself, "No! I will not give it up! Why is everyone against me? They should all be against HER!"
Audrey entered the Crash Down. Unusually, there very little business that night. It had started to pour rain, and her uniform was wet when she came in. She walked up to the counter, and said her hello's to Liz and Maria.
"Hey, Audrey," Liz remembered the mysterious, silent figure in the corner, "That guy was looking for you." She pointed in his direction, and Audrey froze at the sight of Richard McQueen.
A flash of lightning and the boom of thunder overhead brought Audrey back to reality, and she found herself standing there, wrapped in his arms.
"Richard! What are you doing here?" she finally found her voice.
He looked up, and saw Maria and Liz standing right there. "I came to talk to you," he answered. "Can we?" he asked, pointing back at the booth in the corner.
As they sat there, she suddenly remembered something. She asked, very hostily, "What are you doing here?"
"I came to ask you to do something."
"Richard, no. Whatever it is, I know what it has to do with, and no."
"Listen, I know you don't want to have anything to do with this, but you have no choice. We both made a choice to get involved, and now there's no getting out."
"I know," Audrey said in almost a whisper.
"Here," Richard said, picking up the small gift bag sitting by him, and setting it on her side of the table.
"What is this?" she asked.
"You know what it is."
Audrey peeked inside, and pushed the bag back across the table.
"Richard, I don't-"
"Audrey," he interrupted, "I brought you into this situation. I wish I never had, but I can't get you out. The only thing I can do is protect you."
"I'm safe, here."
"Just promise me," he said, pushing the bag back across the table, "you'll have this on you every second."
"Richard, please."
"I know you think you're safe, but they're onto you. I don't know exactly how much they know, but if they know you're here, I want you to be prepared."
He stood up.
"I'm sorry," he said, and began to walk past her towards the door.
"Richard-" Audrey reached for his hand, and stood up. He turned around and hugged her.
"Are you happy here?" he asked.
"Yes," she answered, "At night," she said, after a brief pause, "At night I can close my eyes and sleep, knowing that there's no doubt I'll wake up the next morning." She felt tears forming, and she tried to supress them, "You wouldn't take that away again, would you?"
"Never," he answered, and wiped a stray tear from her cheek, "but I'm not the one calling the shots."
They stood there for a minute, and then Richard said he had to leave.
"Where are you going?" Audrey asked.
"Back to LA, I guess," he answered, kissed her cheek, "This will be over, one day," he said, "I promise."
Audrey watched him walk into the rain, thunder boomed over head. She prayed that he would make it back to LA, and walked back to the booth, grabbed the bag, and went and put it in her locker.
"So," Maria asked when Audrey started waiting on the very few customers that night, "Who was that guy?"
"Oh," Audrey said, "That was my sort of on-again-off-again boyfriend, Richard. Currently we're OFF-again."
"Really? Wow! He's gorgeous," Liz said, "How much older is he?"
"He's only three years older than me. My parents don't like that, but oh well."
"Where'd you meet him? What is he, Irish?" Maria asked.
"Yeah, he is Irish," Audrey paused, trying to think of a lie to answer the other question, "He moved down the street from me in LA," she then took the next order to a table.
"Did you hear that?" Maria asked Liz.
"What, Maria?"
"She was so lying about how they met!"
"How do you know, Maria?"
"Didn't you hear that tone?"
"No, not really," Liz answered.
"I wonder what he gave her," she said to Liz.
"Probably just a normal gift a guy gives a girl he likes," Liz answered.
"Excuse me," Maria said, and Liz realized her plan.
"Maria, no!" she grabbed her arm.
"Come on, Liz. Just one peek into her locker."
"No," Liz answered.
"Come on! What if it could prove my theory?"
"Fine, go see for yourself. She's perfectly normal, alright?"
"Yeah, we'll see," Maria answered, and went to the backroom.
