Title: Shadowed Past
Author: Gaudicia
E-mail: secrets_of_the_sky@hotmail.com
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Roswell and Dark Angel characters.
Rating: Pg-13
Category: UC-Mi/L/AU/Crossover with Dark Angel
Summary: I suck at writing summaries I usually end up giving it all away, so just read and find out.
Author's note: I just want to thank Polarist and Laura for correcting my fic.
Feedback=New chapter
Prologue
The cold night wind came through the window rustling the papers on the desk. Only one person stood in the room. The person studied the office, there wasn't anything else to do besides to wait for the reason he/she was there. Curious, the person approached the desk to take a peek at the papers. The creak of the door opening, alerted her/him, and immediately hid in the shadows. The person watched as the man closed the door and neared the opened window.
"I could have sworn I closed it," he mumbled trying to close the window.
"You did. Do you have any news Sheriff Valenti?" The person asked coming out of the shadows.
The Sheriff jumped, and gave up trying to close the window. "Liz, you have to stop sneaking up on me."
Liz shrugged, and blended into the shadows again, her black attire making it easier. "Old habits are hard to break."
Valenti sighed, and sat behind his desk, taking his hat off. "Liz, I found them…"
By the Sheriff's hesitation Liz knew it wasn't good news. "Sheriff, just tell me."
Valenti hesitated for another second, and said, "The are dead, Liz." Like he had expected she didn't show any emoting, and she stood unreadable.
"I'll see you around." Liz ignored Valenti's protest and left the same way she came in. Through the window.
Sheriff Valenti sighed, and jumped when the window loudly closed. 'Great a 45 year old man can't close it and a 19 year old can.'
Valenti leaned into his chair and put his feet on his desk, as soon as he did this there was a knock on the door. "Yes?"
The door opened to reveal a Police Officer. "Sheriff, there is a Michael Guerin here to see you."
Valenti groaned, and straightened up. "Let him through."
It was as though Michael had been standing right next to the Police Officer, because not a minute had passed and Michael was already going through the door.
Seeing how rudely Michael entered the Police Officer stood by the door, speechless, looking from Michael to the Sheriff. "Uh, Sir-"
Michael glared at the Officer and said, "I would like to speak to the Sheriff alone."
Sheriff Valenti looked disapprovingly at Michael and then turned to the Officer. "It will be okay." Once the Officer was gone the Sheriff turned to Michael. "What's wrong? Where's Max and Isabel?"
"Max is taking care of Isabel, she was hurt," Michael softly said. Clearing his throat, he continued, "We need a new place to stay. It isn't safe there anymore. They already found us at the warehouse."
The Sheriff's grip on his pen tightened. "Are you sure?"
Michael abruptly stood up from the chair. "Of course, I'm sure. How do you think Isabel got hurt?! Pierce founds us and sent a small army in there. Max is to worried about Isabel right now…that's why I came instead of him."
"Where are they now? How's Isabel?" Valenti asked.
"We are still at the warehouse. They won't think we are stupid enough to stay there, but they say Pierce will be coming back in a few days and I'm sure he would send someone again to the warehouse. Isabel isn't good, Max is trying to heal her, but it's taking a lot out of him. We need a safe place."
The Sheriff rubbed his eyes trying to take away the stress. "I think I know a place where you can stay. It's safe, but I need to speak to someone first."
"How long will it take?"
"A day. It would be better if you stayed low. It would be better if you left the warehouse. You should stay at my place.."
"You seem sure about this place…."
"Is the safest place there is, but the owner might be a little hard to convince…especially now, but she will do it."
"She?" Michael inquired.
"Yes, don't worry about it. You should go ahead and tell Max and Isabel, prepare them for the move out. I have to take care of a few things before. I'll pick you guys up in two hours."
"Very well." Michael opened the door, and was on his way out when he turned to look at the Sheriff. "Thanks."
Valenti smiled and watched him leave. Picking up his things and putting his hat back on, he thought, 'I hope I can find Liz and that she will let them stay with her. I just know convincing her won't be easy.'
To be continued…
Author: Gaudicia
E-mail: secrets_of_the_sky@hotmail.com
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Roswell and Dark Angel characters.
Rating: Pg-13
Category: UC-Mi/L/AU/Crossover with Dark Angel
Summary: I suck at writing summaries I usually end up giving it all away, so just read and find out.
Author's note: I just want to thank Polarist and Laura for correcting my fic.
Feedback=New chapter
Prologue
The cold night wind came through the window rustling the papers on the desk. Only one person stood in the room. The person studied the office, there wasn't anything else to do besides to wait for the reason he/she was there. Curious, the person approached the desk to take a peek at the papers. The creak of the door opening, alerted her/him, and immediately hid in the shadows. The person watched as the man closed the door and neared the opened window.
"I could have sworn I closed it," he mumbled trying to close the window.
"You did. Do you have any news Sheriff Valenti?" The person asked coming out of the shadows.
The Sheriff jumped, and gave up trying to close the window. "Liz, you have to stop sneaking up on me."
Liz shrugged, and blended into the shadows again, her black attire making it easier. "Old habits are hard to break."
Valenti sighed, and sat behind his desk, taking his hat off. "Liz, I found them…"
By the Sheriff's hesitation Liz knew it wasn't good news. "Sheriff, just tell me."
Valenti hesitated for another second, and said, "The are dead, Liz." Like he had expected she didn't show any emoting, and she stood unreadable.
"I'll see you around." Liz ignored Valenti's protest and left the same way she came in. Through the window.
Sheriff Valenti sighed, and jumped when the window loudly closed. 'Great a 45 year old man can't close it and a 19 year old can.'
Valenti leaned into his chair and put his feet on his desk, as soon as he did this there was a knock on the door. "Yes?"
The door opened to reveal a Police Officer. "Sheriff, there is a Michael Guerin here to see you."
Valenti groaned, and straightened up. "Let him through."
It was as though Michael had been standing right next to the Police Officer, because not a minute had passed and Michael was already going through the door.
Seeing how rudely Michael entered the Police Officer stood by the door, speechless, looking from Michael to the Sheriff. "Uh, Sir-"
Michael glared at the Officer and said, "I would like to speak to the Sheriff alone."
Sheriff Valenti looked disapprovingly at Michael and then turned to the Officer. "It will be okay." Once the Officer was gone the Sheriff turned to Michael. "What's wrong? Where's Max and Isabel?"
"Max is taking care of Isabel, she was hurt," Michael softly said. Clearing his throat, he continued, "We need a new place to stay. It isn't safe there anymore. They already found us at the warehouse."
The Sheriff's grip on his pen tightened. "Are you sure?"
Michael abruptly stood up from the chair. "Of course, I'm sure. How do you think Isabel got hurt?! Pierce founds us and sent a small army in there. Max is to worried about Isabel right now…that's why I came instead of him."
"Where are they now? How's Isabel?" Valenti asked.
"We are still at the warehouse. They won't think we are stupid enough to stay there, but they say Pierce will be coming back in a few days and I'm sure he would send someone again to the warehouse. Isabel isn't good, Max is trying to heal her, but it's taking a lot out of him. We need a safe place."
The Sheriff rubbed his eyes trying to take away the stress. "I think I know a place where you can stay. It's safe, but I need to speak to someone first."
"How long will it take?"
"A day. It would be better if you stayed low. It would be better if you left the warehouse. You should stay at my place.."
"You seem sure about this place…."
"Is the safest place there is, but the owner might be a little hard to convince…especially now, but she will do it."
"She?" Michael inquired.
"Yes, don't worry about it. You should go ahead and tell Max and Isabel, prepare them for the move out. I have to take care of a few things before. I'll pick you guys up in two hours."
"Very well." Michael opened the door, and was on his way out when he turned to look at the Sheriff. "Thanks."
Valenti smiled and watched him leave. Picking up his things and putting his hat back on, he thought, 'I hope I can find Liz and that she will let them stay with her. I just know convincing her won't be easy.'
To be continued…
