Title: MY BEAUTIFUL AVENGER rating G Disclaimer:I own nothing of Roswell!! :( Summary:it's an AU M/L fic and it's actually based on the animated movie Mulan if any of you have seen it but ofcourse there are changes so i'm not gonna spoil it....now please read on. Feedback: i would really love it cause this is my first fic EVER and although it's not really a Roswell fic i would really appriciate the support! thank you ********************************************************

"Do you ever dream?" "I dream when i sleep" "You know what i mean" "yes ofcourse i do i was just teasing" "well do you?" "sometimes......sometimes i try to think if i could've done better with my life i suppose. Why do you ask?" "Well when you dream about ifs i dream about can dos. I don't just want to dream about the things i can become, i want to become them....." "You know you've never said anything about this before-" "That's because all i do is dream. And these dreams will never come true"

Alex put a finger beneath her chin and lifted her sad eyes to him. Smiling softly he trailed his hand down her shoulder, along her arm and to her hand which he held tightly. She broke their gaze and looked down to stare at their linked fingers. Suppressing the urge to cry she looked back up to his loving face in awe. Here was a man who cared. Who truly cared and felt. So gentle and kind yet strong and stubborn in his own beliefs, he was a man who lived his life as it is, dreamed of how it could be, and never complained. It was a wonder he was sitting here with her when he should be with some beautiful heartmate to fill his ever so ordinary life and make it exciting in so many ways she couldn't. A tear escaped down her cheek.

"Don't cry Elizabeth. I hate to see you cry. You're more beautiful when you smile." he said and moved to brush it away with his thumb.

"I am not beautiful" she managed to say with a weak laugh. Alex shook his head, a small smile etching the features of his face.

"Denial is no way to accept the truth" he told her then turned his head away to rest against the dark oak of a tree, where they lay in the forest watching the sun rise from it's sleep lighting the sky a mesmerising orange and purple as the rays slid between the clouds creating a whole new day.

"The only truth that i am trying to accept by denying is that you are laying here before me upon your last breath-" she stopped abruptly swallowing hard to make the lump in her throat disappear"don't leave me" she ended with a whisper that drifted to his straining ears creating an echoe.

"Trust me when i tell you that i shall never leave you" he spoke so earnestly yet his voice seemed weak and getting weaker by the second. There was silence for a while and Alex broke it by turning back to her and saying " We are best friends and not lovers. I know that marriage to me would have made you unhappy...."

"Alex n-" she tried to interrupt but he placed trembling fingers on her lips to halt her.

"and i know those dreams you speak of would never even had a chance to be made true......but i shall always love you..."

"I love you too Alex" she couldn't hold the tears in any longer and they trailed along her cheek in a race to the end. The end.

"I know you do, but not like you would love a husband" he coutnered weakly and smiled in understanding. Her agonized gaze softened at the statement and she couldn't help but nod at the truth.

"and i know you love me, but not like you loved Isabel" she spoke the sentence with renewed grief. Isabel had been Alex's true heartmate, and from the moment they met at the village dance their love grew with every glance, every touch and every word. That night she had convinced Alex to lead her away from the crowd and confess is admirement. Yet it was no admirement. It was love and he told her that. Isabel's eyes didn't even widen at the confession she only smiled brightly and leaned in to give him a kiss. This one kiss began to lead to other kisses, and others and others until both lovers knew it they were to satisfy their need to bind themselves together lovingly then they must first bind themselves together lawfully. A marriage came to no surprise to the families and villagers for it was the purest of loves they had witnessed since the dance. Only a day before however Isabel had decided to take a walk among the wildflowers and collect some for her wedding gown. That day a storm hit unsuspectingly and Elizabeth had opened her wooden door to a frantic Alex......in search of his future-wife. A few years later, after the disappearance Alex found himself in turmoil and utter depresstion. It was all he could do not to kill himself and follow suite to his beloved. Ofcourse it also helped that Elizabeth was there to help him through. Their bond grew and so did their hearts...big enough for two and at that Alex had asked her to marry him. Elizabeth loved him and could not reject. She knew that if she tried, she could begin to love him as Isabel once did.

"I'll see her again" Alex's soft words brought her back to the present. Hastily she wiped at her anewed tears.

"I know" she half sobbed.

Alex took her the hand that was still in his and brought it to his lips "Don't fret Lizzie. I'll be watching" he whispered and let her hand drop from his. Liz kneeled before him frozen for a few silent moments. Moments turned to long lasting minutes and the silence stretched on. Liz swallowed.

"Alex?" she whispered closing her eyes in prayer. No answer.

"Alex?" she asked a bit louder and still an answering voice did not come.

Opening her eyes she brought her fingers to his blank eyes and proceeded to lightly close them, then she removed the blanket she was sitting on beneath her and covered his body with it. When she took her hands away blood stained them from where the arrow seared his stomach flesh.

"ALEX!" she screamed in grief and rocked him to her as the fires of the huts and the silnce of the unknown dead surrounded them. Kissing him lightly on the forehead she looked around through the smoke and ashes that covered the once green grass. They still screamed, she could hear and the hooves still beat she could hear and the torches still beamed in their hands she could see...but that was only a few moments ago and all she was met with was the roar of the still burning fire. One moment she was running away from a teasing Alex and the next an army had invaded her village and struck it with no remorse. '20 years of my life...' she thought 'all gone to dust'.

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