Author: Jewels

Author: Jewels

E-mail: Julia128@aol.com (feel free to e-mail me! Even flames are welcome!)

Category: drama/romance

Rating: PG I guess?

Disclaimer: everything mentioned in here is basically about Roswell, and I obviously don't own them cause I'm writing this disclaimer. It's just a fictional story I made up. The characters are Jason Katim's and everything.

Spoilers: none, but it takes place right after "Heart of Mine" (the prom)

Summary: This is kinda about Liz, but it definitely involves everyone else, especially Max (go dreamers!). It has Sean in it, which lots of fics don't! Well, the basic storyline is Liz's life, and then something happens. That's all I'm saying, so read! J

Author's note: Thanks so much to everyone who reviewed my story! I really appreciate it, and I am happy to say that this is the next small (unfortunately!) part. This is my first fanfic that I've posted and I'm really happy that you all like it! Thanks for our support and everything! Uh, in this one there is a song called "Shiver" by Coldplay. It's really good, actually the whole CD is awesome. Their song "Trouble" was on the season finale. Anyway, if you know their songs, you'll know how "Shiver" fits in the story...go listen to it, lol. I mention some other songs and bands in here (Lifehouse, etc.) that also rock, so check them out! I'm sorry if I don't post as often as you'd like, but I'm new to all this, okay? I put all this stuff in it now cause I forgot to before. All right then, here ya go! Enjoy!

"What...are you...?" I shook my head, not understanding if he was in my imagination or not. Was I delusional? Was I hallucinating? Was I going crazy? I stared into his eyes again trying to find the answers I longed for. His eyes were glassy, like small circular mirrors. Mirrors that only reflected an image I knew already. An image I didn't need to see right now because I knew my identity-I needed to understand his.

He smiled and his eyes seemed to light up a little more and he took my hand. He drew me close to him, and whispered in my ear, "I'm whatever you want me to be." He held my hand and slipped the other around my waist. I wrapped my free arm around his neck. He felt slightly chilly, but soft and smooth. A single tear slipped down my cheek and I rested my head on his shoulder. I closed my eyes, blocking out everything but the music and our movements. He rocked me back and forth, in a reassuring manner, until I felt as though I could drift asleep.

Then the song ended and a new one came on. At first I didn't recognize it, but then I remembered listening to it in the jeep all the time. It was Max's favorite band, Coldplay. I listened intently, trying to decipher the words. It was one of his favorite songs, Shiver. I lifted my head and looked up at him. His eyes were fixed on mine, and I knew then, that he would always know me, always love me no matter what he did.

He looked away, up at the sky, the stars. It was a really clear night, and the moon shone brightly down on us. He looked back down at me and let go of my hand. He removed his arm from around my waist, and backed up a few paces. What was he doing? Why was he backing away from me? He took a deep breath and slightly shook his head.

"Liz," he whispered my name, staring downward. "You know that something weird is happening. For example, I resemble a ghost." He looked up at me as he said those last words. I nodded my head, not knowing what he was going to say. A vision of my Mom as a ghost of some sort invaded my thoughts, but I pushed the thought of her away and quickly wiped the tears running down my cheeks. He cleared his throat and continued.

"Well, I'm not a ghost. I'm not your imagination. You're not just seeing me here in a dream or something. Right now you're unconscious. You were out on your roof a while ago, and you were in pain. I felt it, downstairs with everyone else. So, I decided to take you away for a little bit. I stole you for an hour or so, do you understand?" he asked. What he was saying made no sense to me, and I was having trouble comprehending what he was trying to say. I shook my head, and he laughed. "Right now you're probably racking your brains for a scientific reason for all this." I smiled. He was right-I was searching for some kind of logical explanation for all this-him appearing, being translucent, etc.

He leaned closer, and I could feel his breath on my neck. "Want to know a secret?" he whispered. He drew his head away and stared intently in my eyes. I nodded, not trusting myself to speak again. He put his mouth next to my ear and whispered, "There is no reason." He drew back again, surveying my face. I was truly puzzled. Lines of said puzzlement dented my forehead.

"No, no Max, there has to be a reason for this. Everything has a reason." I said firmly, backing away and basically talking to the ground. He reached over and lifted my chin up, laughing. "That's where you're wrong Liz. You always overanalyze things. Not everything has a reason." He sat me down on my lawn chair, while he started to pace in front of it, just as Sean had done. I studied him, trying to figure out what he was getting at. What was he trying to tell me? What was he trying to prove? His look was one of concern and seriousness. Was something wrong? Was someone in danger? He stopped pacing and looked at me.

"Liz, something is going to happen to you tonight. I can't tell you what it is, because it would change everything. I want you to know, though, that you will be okay. Do you hear me? I promise you that." He grabbed my shoulders, his face full of panic and urgency suddenly. "You can't try and talk to me about this because I won't remember it. You know how Tess can mind warp people? That's kind of what I'm doing to you right now. I'm sort of kidnapping your consciousness. There is a difference though-what I'm saying is true, and it matters. Okay?" He perused my face, making sure I understood. I didn't completely, but I nodded my head anyway.

He stood up, turning to the tree. He stepped up onto the ledge, then turned around to face me. "Liz, you will understand soon, okay?" I nodded, acknowledging his statement. "Remember this Liz, I love you. Remember this name too: Rhyana. It is part of your destiny." His form shimmered, rippled, faded, then vanished. What had happened? What did that name have to do with anything?

Suddenly, I was lying on my back, staring up at a stormy sky. The clouds were dark gray, and bolts of white lightning pierced their fluffy masses. I quickly sat up, wondering what had happened to me. Was I dreaming, or did it really happen? The sky was clear as crystal a second ago. Or was it? Then a flash more subtle than lightning caught my eye. I had scientific proof. A silver star was hanging in the tree. I jumped to my feet, ignoring the head rush I felt from standing too soon. I snatched the star from the grasping branches and bolted inside the window. I quickly scribbled down the name he had said, because I had no idea how long I would remember it. I slipped the necklace on and tucked it under my shirt. I was going to act normal, for once.

I descended the stairs, slowly, one at a time. If I was going to act normal, I had to practice. I took a deep breath and walked up to Michael's lookout-the place where he shoved out all the orders. Otherwise known as the service window. I hopped up on the counter, scanning the empty café. Well, it was almost empty except for my friends. They were splayed out all over, some in groups, some single.

Michael and Maria were in the booth closest to me, just to my left, talking in whispers and sighs. They were probably talking about me and how crazy they thought I was. Their hands were clasped together in the middle of the table.

Alex and Kyle were sitting at the far end of the counter, one seat apart sipping Cokes and seldom talking except for a grave nod or grunt. They were focusing on the counter top or each other and only looking up eventually towards the back door.

Isabel was sitting by herself at the table near the doors. She was fiddling with a hair clip, flexing it back and forth, up and down. Every so often she would stick it back in her hair, only to remove it again a minute later. She would sometimes glance at Tess and Max, who were sitting diagonal from her in the booth closest to the window.

Tess was facing me, and Max's back was the only thing I could see of him. Tess looked bored, and her chin was resting on her hand, her eyes staring at the table. She was picking at leftover spills I guess. His neck was at a weird angle, kind of bent unnaturally. I shifted my position a little and caught his side profile. He was sleeping, mouth hanging open and everything. Of course, I should have known he would be asleep or something-I mean, what did my mother's death and my mental breakdown matter, right? God, why did I cry so much? I angrily swiped away a stray tear that had worked it's way out of my eye and down my cheeks.

All of a sudden, Max woke up, a frightened expression on his face. He jumped up, glancing wildly around the café. Tess jumped up, too and held his hand, pulling him back into a sitting position. "Where's Liz?" He asked heatedly. Isabel sighed, not even looking at him. "She's still upstairs, Max. Give her a break, don't bother her, ok? She's been through a lot." She took out her clip and started flexing it again. Max sat down, shaking his head like he was confused. "I guess it was just a dream," he mumbled.

I was feeling lots of gratitude towards Isabel for making him stay put. I wasn't ready to talk to him one-on-one yet. That whole encounter on the roof was still fresh in my mind, and I was a little unsure of how to proceed now. I checked my watch; it was getting late. I heard a crash of thunder and felt the café shake a little. The sky lit up, and the lights flickered, then went out. We were in complete darkness.

Okay, I'm stopping there for now so I can post this A.S.A.P. I have lots to do this weekend. I hope you liked it, and the more feedback the better cause then I'll keep going with the story. Thanks!